4th of November, 2003
Michael is 45, Angela is 39

Angela: I cried helplessly, holding the envelope Jake's attorney gave me.

It was his Will. And I needed to open it and expect to see what Jake has left me.

"Angela, before you open this... Just know that he wanted you to be happy. There's also a letter inside that he wrote for you, read it after you go over the Will. Okay?"

I nodded.

"I'm so sorry for your loss."

I closed the house door shut, and made my way to the living room.

I opened the envelope quickly, curious about what the attorney meant when Jake wanted me to be happy.

How can I be happy when he's dead?

I skipped all the formal stuff he wrote and read the important part.

I'm leaving all of my belongings to my wife, Angela Rakkel Brown-Parker.

My children, Lily Rosa Parker and Eric Matthew Parker, will stay with their mother.

In case anything shall happen to her, their guardian will be Michael Joseph Jackson.

I stopped reading. My sister and her husband were my children's guardians. Not Michael.

That's what he wanted, Angela. Just keep reading.

I took in a deep breath and continued.

If I shall die before my children turn 18, it is mandatory that my wife and children would live with Michael Joseph Jackson.

I wish that my wife, Angela Rakkel Brown-Parker would marry Michael Joseph Jackson, and they would legally raise my children together.

I threw the paper on the couch and covered my face.

No... Jake would never wish for such a thing. He knows I don't like Michael... And he also knows I'll do anything he asks for.

Marrying Michael?! That's insane! I hate that man more than anything. He's responsible for Jake being dead!

I hurried to find the letter that Jake left me, hoping to find an explanation for all of this.

I know it's hard, but you have to marry him, Angie. He'll take care of you. If there's someone I'd give you up for, it's Michael.

He's my best friend, you have to do it. I don't trust anyone else to take care of you and our kids.

I'm sure you'll both learn to love one another at some point... Just please, for me, marry him.

Also, I want you to give him a child. His kids are his biggest joy, he's such an amazing father. If you give him a baby, I know you'll be happy.
You love kids, and they love you. I was only able to give you two children, but I want you to have more.

You have to be pregnant with his baby, Angie. It will only do you good.

You'll never realize how much I love you, Angela. That's why I trust you to follow my wish and marry Michael.

I'll be so happy when you do... Because I know he'll grant you everything I never did.

I have one last request. You will conceive your shared baby naturally. No doctors and no needles will interfere with the process.

Please, do it. For me.

With all my love,
Your Jake.

My mouth hung open. He wants me to marry and have a baby with Michael?! He knew I don't like him... And now after he died and it's all Michael's fault, I basically hate the guy.

How can I ever be married to that man? Or have a baby with him? That's insane!

But deep in my heart, I knew I had to fulfill Jake's wish.

~

5th of November, 2003
Michael is 45, Angela is 39

Michael: I gulped the strong liquor in my glass and poured myself another one.

Jake's dead, and it's all my fault. If I didn't ask him to come, he wouldn't have to drive and get into an accident.

The phone rang loudly, making me groan. I didn't want to tolerate anyone right now.

But the phone kept ringing and ringing.

"What?!" I barked when I picked up.

"M- Michael? It's Angela."

My face muscles softened. That poor woman.

"Angela, hi... I'm sorry for yelling, I might be a little drunk right now." I said.

"Should I call another time?" she asked.

"Oh, no, it's fine..." I told her.

"Okay, um... I need to meet you and talk about something important."

"Sure," I looked at the clock on the wall. "Meet me for dinner at 7? I'll send a car to take you."

"Yes. Thanks, Michael."

"Of course. How are you? How are you dealing with-"

"I don't want to talk about it," she snapped. "I'll see you tonight."

Angela hung up, making me sigh and go back to my drink.

~

After greeting Angela, she sat down across the table from me.

"What's so important?" I asked.

"Jake's attorney gave me his Will yesterday, along with a letter... I thought you'll need to read this before I make my offer." she answered, taking out an envelope from her purse.

I went over everything, then leaned back, shocked.

Jake never told me about this... What was he thinking? Angela and I can never be married, let alone have a child together.

"Did you know about this?" Angela questioned.

"No... I'm just as shocked as you are." I murmured, reading the letter he wrote for her again.

"I have to do it, Michael. He wanted this, and I can't let him down. I love him too much to let him down." she said.

This popped up at the worst timing ever.

"I can't do this... At least not now, Angela. I've- I've been charged again for child molestation and this time they're taking it to court. That's why I asked Jake to come over the night he died... I needed his support." I told her.

Her eyes turned from ocean blue to a darker shade in a second.

"Think about it. You have my number."

Her tone was scary. It's like she switched personalities.

I sighed deeply.

Marrying Angela... What the hell, Jake? I think he's the only man in the world who'd let his wife marry his best friend.

~

20th of January, 2006
Michael is 47, Angela is 41

Angela: Michael rubbed my shoulders as I breathed like my instructor told me to.

"You're doing great, Angela. I'm sure when those babies come out you won't even need an epidural. Your breathing is perfect." she said.

Yes, we were taking birthing classes. I didn't give birth naturally before, Lily and Eric were born via a planned c-section.

But Michael begged me to give birth naturally. He said he'd rather let me scream at him for hours instead of risking me and the babies and putting us through surgery.

"Now, I want you to lean back on Michael and let him massage you where he thinks you'll need it the most." the instructor told us.

I positioned myself in between Michael's legs and leaned on him. His hands automatically found my stomach.

"I heard that a belly rub is the best method to relieve contractions." Michael smiled.

"When labor started with Lily and Eric, my thighs and hips were on fire. But you know I'm planning on the epidural, so I doubt I'll need a massage there." I told him.

"And you know I want you to give birth naturally."

"I will, I'll just be numb."

He looked at my instructor, "Laura, it's true that it's harder to push with epidural, right?"

He did not just bring her into this.

"Well, yes, but it's also a great relief for the mother. Especially when you have two babies coming out." Laura said.

I like her.

"Now let's go back to the exercise. Michael, take the wheel."

Michael pretty much grabbed my thighs, making me let out a little shriek.

He started pressing all over them.

"You need to relax... No wonder you're so uptight all the time." he whispered.

I pushed my elbow into his ribs, but he only squeezed my left thigh harder.

Laura didn't notice us go back and forth at each other like that.

But his touch on my thighs sent chills through my body.

Suddenly I felt his fingers touch the inside of my thigh, right next to where my entrance was covered by my clothes, and I jumped.

What the hell is he doing?!

I shot him a glare that told him to stop it.

Was I turned on? Just a little. I was extremely hormonal lately, and my body needed pleasure.

And believe me, he was well aware about my hormonal state. He was only teasing.

I was totally capable of pleasuring myself, and I did so many times in the shower. But it wasn't like the real thing.

There was sexual tension between Michael and I. I couldn't deny it, and neither could he. It was kind of expectable, considering the fact that for 4 whole months after we got married all we did was have sex so I'd get pregnant.

His hands moved to my hips, and one of them cupped one of my ass cheeks.

"Whoops. My hand slipped." Michael chuckled.

The babies kicked when their dad pressed on a spot under my stomach.

"Great, look at what you started." I groaned.

I saw the skin of my giant belly poke out as one of the babies' leg kicked hard.

"I'm done for today." I said, struggling to stand up from the floor.

Michael steadied me when I almost tripped over. "Babe, you know you're too fat to be standing up on your own."

I flipped him off.

"Same time next week?" Laura asked awkwardly.

I nodded, thanking her. Rolling my eyes at Michael, I left and made my way to the bedroom.

~

Michael: Angela was totally turned on from our little fight session.

I love teasing her... And honestly, I wouldn't mind tapping that again. Even with the 40 pounds she gained during this pregnancy.

"That was rude. You just basically threw 500 bucks away. I didn't get you the best birth instructor in the country for nothing, Angela." I told her as I followed her into our bedroom.

I closed the door and locked it so no one would interrupt our fight. I was going to win this one.

"That's what you get for being a total jerk. You know how hormonal I am and you took that to your advantage." she scoffed.

"What can I say? I love seeing you suffer." I rolled my eyes.

"You're so inconsiderate."

"You just spent 500 bucks, from my own money, and I'm being inconsiderate?"

"You wanted a natural birth, so deal with the costs." she pointed at my face angrily, her giant boobs bouncing. The fact that she had a little cleavage showing wasn't helping.

I took in a sharp breath. Don't be turned on, Michael... Don't give in to her.

But Angela being so... Aggressive, and her beautiful body, along with the fact that I almost basically fingered her at the birth class, made me want her.

Her eyes softened and she dropped her finger. We just stared at each other for a while before we both leaned in for a very hungry kiss.

"Fuck me." she mumbled into my mouth.

I pulled away, surprised. "What?"

"Fuck me, Michael. I need you to fuck me."

"Are you sure?"

"More sure than I ever was." she said, taking off her shirt.

Next thing I know, we're both taking off each other's clothes, and Angela is moaning my name over and over again.

~

Angela: Round number 3 was as satisfying as the first and the second one.

"Go deeper." I moaned.

"I'll hurt the babies." Michael panted.

"You won't hurt the babies, now go deeper, damn it."

He couldn't be on top of me as there was no actual ability for anyone to do that at this point of the pregnancy, so we decided to go for the spooning position.

It was amazing, to say the least.

When we had sex before to make the babies, he wasn't so caring like this.

This time he made sure to fondle my nipples and suck my neck and pleasure me with his mouth down there, too.

My orgasm was building up again and my breathing got faster, along with Michael's thrusting.

"Michael!" I screamed, but he put a hand over my mouth. I released everything I've been holding in for the last 8 months.

His liquid shot inside me, and he thrusted a few more times before pulling out.

"Let's go again." I breathed.

"Wow, I made someone horny today..." he laughed.

"It's these damn hormones."

"Uh huh, whatever you say."

I hit his chest lightly before we heard a knock on the door.

"Sir," Georgia, a housemaid, said. "Your mother is here."

Katherine? What is she doing here?

"Tell her we'll be down in 30 minutes." Michael told her.

"Come on, it's shower time."

"But Michael, I need another round..." I pouted.

"We'll do it in the shower. Let's go."

~

"Oh, Gosh, look at that belly! So big!" Katherine gasped when Michael and I joined her in the living room.

"Mother, don't embarrass her." Michael said, hugging her.

"Of course not! It's a compliment."

She hugged me tightly, "You're glowing, honey."

"I think what you're trying to say is 'I know you're fat, but I still appreciate you carrying my grandchildren'." I laughed.

She joined me, shaking her head.

I loved Katherine. She didn't like me at first, because when we announced that we're "dating" all of a sudden two years ago, she was the one to freak out first, along with Janet. But when we told her we're getting married and later on that I'm pregnant, she was the happiest woman on earth.

"Why are you here, mother?" Michael asked.

"I can't even come to see my son and his beautiful wife? Where are the kids?" Katherine smiled.

I sat down, "At school. They should be back soon."

My mother-in-law joined me, asking if the babies are kicking

"Nope, not even a bit... I think they're asleep."

"Yeah, they probably had a lot of activity today." Michael smirked.

I rolled my eyes at him. It seemed like it's all I did for the time we've lived together.

"Son, you remember that there's a family gathering next week, right?" Katherine looked at her son.

"No, but it's good you reminded me."

She sighed, "I expect you to come. And bring the children, all of them."

"Mother, I don't know... It's a risky time, Angela could give birth any day." Michael looked at me.

I could clearly see he didn't want to go. Usually I would try and do the opposite of helping him, but today was different.

He just pleasured for over an hour, when he didn't even have to.

"He's right, Katherine. My doctor insists that I stay home. And I need Michael here... Or else who am I going to annoy all day and ask for food?" I said.

"The kids would love to come, though. I'm sure they will." Michael grinned.

"Yeah, I guess I shouldn't have had high hopes that the two of you would come. I have to get going, Janet is waiting for me, we're going out to eat. Just thought I'd drop by for a few minutes." Katherine stood up.

I hugged her, and Michael said he was going to show her outside.

When he came back, he looked so relieved.

"Thank you for getting me out of that. If it was any other time, I'd be delighted for a family gathering, but we are clearly not able to go." he plopped down next to me.

"No problem, I really didn't feel like going either... I mean, I love your family, but I'm just always tired." I sighed.

Michael looked at me, a goofy smile plastered on his face.

Butterflies started forming in my stomach. I can't get butterflies from Michael... I don't even like him. No, wait, those are just the babies' kicks.

"Okay, they're definitely awake now." I scrunched my nose, feeling the kicks get worse after a few seconds.

Michael hurried to put his hands on my bump. His simple silver wedding ring shone, making me look at my own rings.

He invested a lot in my engagement and wedding rings, considering the fact that neither of us really wanted to marry each other.

I had a huge single diamond ring, accompanied by a ring with beautifully lined smaller diamonds.

"I love you." I suddenly heard Michael say quietly. My heart fluttered, but then I realized who he said it to.

He was talking to the babies, saying things like "I can't wait to meet you", and "Daddy's always going to be here for you".

I wiped a tear. I didn't realize how much his kids meant to him. Now I get why Jake wanted me to have a child with him... Michael loves his children more than anything in his world.

Just like every day of the week, the front door closed, and the laughter of the kids roamed the house.

"Michael, look, I got an A+ on my math test!" Eric ran over to him with a page in his hand.

Michael pulled him onto his lap, "Wow, that's amazing! Good job, buddy."

He gave my son a high-five, and hugged him.

We had an enjoyable afternoon together as a family, then sent the kids to shower and get ready for bed and the next day of school.

I was in charge of bathing Blanket. I washed his back, and tickled him a bit. He giggled loudly.

"Mommy, stop!" he couldn't control his laughter.

Big hands suddenly were placed on my shoulders, squeezing them a bit.

"I had fun today." Michael said.

"Me too." I smiled as he gave my shoulder a kiss.

We were on cloud nine after today, but we both knew that no matter what, we still didn't get along, and tomorrow we'll go back to fighting.

~

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~ShoamEmily