6th of July, 2007
Michael is 48, Angela is 43

Angela: "That's his baby?" Michael asked Debbie, the angry expression on his face never going away. "You lied to me all this time?!"

"Michael..." I pulled on his arm. "Don't do this now..."

I was pissed at Debbie, too, but I knew that this wasn't the right time or place.

"No, Angela. She's the reason we almost fell apart, and now she tells me that baby isn't mine?"

"I know you're mad, but let's enjoy this. Please, try to ignore them."

He squinted his eyes at Debbie for a few seconds before giving in.

"Just relax." I told him and pulled him close.

"Okay," Leena said. "Now that we're all calmed down, let's start. Guys, go ahead and massage your partner's back."

Michael sighed and came behind me.

"I can't believe she lied to me." he whispered angrily as he put his hands on my lower back.

You could tell he was pissed because the way he was pressing on my skin hurt me like hell.

"Michael, you're hurting me." I said.

"What? Oh, sorry." he muttered.

"Okay, you gotta relax," I turned to face him. "You're the one who took us here to get our minds off things and now I'm making a list. You need to to forget about Debbie, and what she did, and you need to forget about your job because you're way too worried about that."

Michael let out another sigh before smiling at me, "You love being right, don't you?"

I nodded.

"Fine," he kissed me. "I'll try to ignore them."

"Thank you." I kissed him back before he turned me around so he could start my massage.

~

"Mmhm..." I moaned when Michael pressed the perfect spot on my back.

It's been a little over an hour of him massaging me and I was enjoying myself too much.

"I wish I could make you moan like that in bed right now..." he whispered seductively.

I elbowed his ribs, "Stop it."

"What?" he asked innocently. "I just want to make you feel good, baby."

"Then press those fingers into my back." I smirked.

"That concludes our session for today, I'll see all of you tomorrow night." Leena said, smiling big at everyone.

I frowned, but Michael hurried to assure me he'll massage my back when we get back to our suite.

We got out of the pool and he wrapped the robe around my body.

In the corner of my eye I saw Debbie and Mark about to leave. I guess Michael saw them, too, because he called their names.

"Mike..." I sighed as he helped me walk with him.

"I'm getting to the bottom of this, Angie. I have to." he told me.

I scoffed when we reached Debbie and Mark, making Michael wrap an arm around me.

"Care to explain, Debbie?" he spat.

"Oh, yeah..." she giggled. "It was never your baby, I just thought it would be fun to mess with you and Angela a bit."

I crossed my arms over my chest, "You almost cost us our marriage."

"Give me a break, I was jealous! You think it's easy being Michael Jackson's ex wife? I haven't had a decent date in almost 7 years until Mark showed up! Plus, look at you, Angela! You're so gorgeous it hurts. Even when you're pregnant! How could I not try to mess this up for you, when you get the first man I ever fell in love with?"

"So let me get this straight," Michael pinched the bridge of his nose. "You did all that to get us to break up?"

"Well, I didn't want you to break up, I just knew you'd take my side because you know me better... So I made you fight a lot. I didn't think you'd actually sleep with me, but when you did, I just thought my pregnancy would be perfect because I knew you'd lie to Angela."

"You were pregnant before we had sex?"

Debbie nodded.

This bitch. She's lucky I can't get too mad, or else...

"You know what, Debbie?" Michael said, and I could feel his anger building up more. "You are a manipulative bitch and I swear, after I'm done with you, I'll make sure you never see Prince and Paris, ever! You made me feel guilty for not wanting this child when it's not even mine!"

Debbie snickered, "You can't keep the kids away from me, I have the right to see them once a year. It's all there in the contract we signed before getting a divorce."

"You didn't bother to come see them until now, so no, you're not going to see them ever again. If you want me to drag this to court, I will, and trust me, you'll regret ever messing with me!" Michael shouted, then grabbed my hand and pulled me away.

We entered the elevator and he let out a frustrated groan once the doors closed.

Damn... Seeing him so angry turned me on...

"What?" he asked when I checked out his body.

"Nothing." I sighed, knowing I'd regret starting something.

"What is it, Angela?"

"You are just so hot when you're mad, Mike..."

I could see his face muscles soften, and he came closer to me until I was against the elevator wall.

He put his lips to my ear, "And you look so damn sexy in that bathing suit."

My husband didn't hesitate to kiss me, and soon enough there was tongue involved.

When the elevator stopped at our floor, I hurried to take him to our suite, where he quickly peeled off my robe and bathing suit.

"Debbie should be jealous," he smiled. "Look at that body..."

He grabbed me by my ass and kept kissing me all the way to the bedroom.

My fingers worked quickly to strip him as well, then he lay me down gently on my side. Michael climbed behind me, lifting my right leg onto his so he could have more access.

Just before he entered me, that sex-driven side of him disappeared.

"Are you sure you're comfortable enough to do this?" he questioned, but still held onto my leg.

I turned to look at him, "Of course I am. I wouldn't start anything if I didn't feel comfortable enough."

With that, he kissed me with that same passion he had a few moments ago, and pushed himself inside me gently.

"I love you," I panted when he sped up his pace. "So much."

He intertwined our fingers and kissed my neck.

"Me too, babe..." Michael said into my skin.

I moaned his name over and over and he pleasured me, making feel good, just like he promised throughout this entire day.

~

Michael: Angela fell asleep with her head on my chest and was snoring lightly.

I smiled to myself, making a mental note to thank Janet for this idea.

My smile faded when I remembered Debbie and how she lied to me like that. Angela and I could've been in a total different place right now if I knew that baby wasn't mine.

I sighed and gently moved Angela to her side of the bed, then stood up. I found a pair of briefs and a shirt in my suitcase and made my way to the suite kitchen. I took a small whiskey bottle from the mini bar and poured myself a glassful.

I looked outside at the beautiful city that spread in front of the hotel and decided to sit in the balcony to drink.

~

7th of July, 2007
Michael is 48, Angela is 43

Michael: A few hours passed by before Angela joined me.

She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, "I woke up to go to the bathroom, and when I came back you weren't there."

"I just needed to think." I told her, taking a sip from my fifth glass of whiskey.

She scrunched her nose and pulled away.

"You smell like alcohol." Angela said as she sat down next to me. She was dressed in a nice silky robe that emphasized her stomach, and her bra strap was showing.

"I forgot you're sensitive to smells." I sighed, putting my drink down.

She smiled when I wrapped my arm around her. My wife rubbed her bump, and we stayed like that for a few minutes until she gasped.

"What? What is it?" I asked, a bit shaken by that.

"I have the greatest idea ever," she said excitedly. "To get back at Debbie. When we go home, I should adopt Prince, Paris, and Blanket, then when you take this to court, and you will, she'll have no case because Prince and Paris will be mine, and the judge would have to take our side because she gave them up!"

"Angela... You're a genius!" I picked her up and spun her around.

She laughed, making me lean down to kiss her.

But Angela only put her hand over my lips, "Go brush your teeth first."

I groaned. "But Angie..."

"Now."

I went to the bathroom and grabbed my toothbrush. Angela leaned against the door frame, a sneaky smile on her face.

"I have another idea," she said when I spit the toothpaste in mouth and rinsed it with mouthwash. "We could make her jealous by having occasional make out sessions in our shared pool time together."

"Why don't we have one right now?" I wiggled my eyebrows.

I held both sides of her face, kissing her hard. I could tell she enjoyed it because she grabbed my shirt and pulled me close.

But of course, all good things have to end. AJ decided to kick, which made Angela groan and pull away.

"I am totally getting the epidural this time," she said. "Your daughter is so big I'll probably need, like, ten stitches down there. Now help me lay down."

I helped her get to bed, then she asked me for a glass of water.

Before I could leave, she pulled on my hand. "And some chocolate strawberries, please."

I shook my head, knowing this was another craving.

~

Angela: "I only asked for strawberries, Michael." I told my husband as he rolled a cart full of food into he bedroom.

"It's already 7 AM, Ange, you need breakfast. I promise if you finish everything on your plate I'll give you the strawberries." he said, giving me a neatly organized plate with some healthy-looking foods.

"I'm not eating this." I scoffed.

"Yes you are, babe. This last month is important, and I read it's never too late to start eating healthy when you're pregnant."

I sighed and balanced the plate on my bump, then dug in.

"I hate you." I mumbled when Michael sat next to me with his breakfast that included a very good looking cheese omelette.

He smiled and took a bite, "I'll remember you said that the next time we have sex and you scream my name."

The hotel phone went off. I gave Michael my plate as I rolled on my side to pick up.

"Hello?"

"Mrs. Jackson," a woman said. "I'm calling from reception, a certain Dr. Haring is looking for you, is it okay if I transfer his call?"

"Yes, please." I told her, holding the reviewer tighter.

Michael looked at me, confused, and I told him who's on the phone.

"Angela!" Dr. Haring sounded excited when he was finally connected. "I have amazing news! We found a kidney for your baby!"

I gasped and covered my mouth as the tears formed in my eyes.

"What is it?" Michael asked impatiently.

"We'll preserve it at Santa Ynez cottage hospital until you give birth, alright?" the doctor said.

"Yes, thank you, Dr. Haring! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I chirped.

He chuckled, "I'm happy to help, Angela. I'll see you soon in the delivery room."

I laughed at his comment and hung up the phone before attacking Michael in a big hug.

"AJ has a kidney!" I told him.

"Really?" he asked.

"Yeah."

"Thank goodness."

He let out a sigh and put his chin on the top of my head.

"I was really worried they wouldn't find one in time," Michael sniffled. "You hear that, baby girl? You'll be alright."

I wiped his tears and kissed him gently.

~

18th of July, 2007
Michael is 48, Angela is 43

Angela: "Babe... The masseurs will be here any minute now..." Michael said as I positioned myself on top of his naked body.

"Shhh..." I shut him up a with kiss and started riding on him.

The hot bubbling water around us eased my back even more than needed, and I felt like I could ride him forever.

These last two weeks have been the best. We got tons of massages and treatments that relaxed my body to the point I could ride my husband in the hot tub while being 9 months pregnant.

And I couldn't get enough of him since our first night here. I felt like we were a newlywed couple, except I was pregnant with our third baby.

The only con to this trip was seeing Debbie and her boyfriend each night at 10, but we tried to make the best out of our warm pool sessions.

"I'm so sad we have to go home soon..." Michael groaned when I rode him faster.

He held onto me tighter when I felt his warm liquid shoot up inside me, and a few motions later, I rolled off him.

A knock on the door was heard, making the both of us stand up and find our swimsuits that were thrown somewhere. We dried off quickly and Michael opened the door, only to see Debbie in front of us.

"What do you want?" Michael rolled his eyes.

"Mark and I are leaving tonight, so I came to talk about our contract. I want to see my kids, Michael, and you are legally obligated to let me see them." she said.

"We have nothing to talk about, Debbie. Actions have consequences, so deal with yours."

Michael was about to close the door, but she stopped it with her leg.

I decided to interfere because she was getting on my nerves.

"He said you have nothing to talk about, so leave." I crossed my arms as I stood in front of Michael.

"Mind your own business, bitch." Debbie spat and pushed me to the side. Michael hurried to catch me before I fell.

"Are you insane?!" he barked. "You almost made her fall over!"

Debbie ignored him, "I want to see my kids, you understand me, Michael? You have to let me see them."

"Actually, he doesn't," I got out of my husband's hold and walked up to her. "He is obligated to let their mother see them. And guess what? I'm going to be their legal mother, and you gave them up, so you have no case here whatsoever."

"What?" she blinked.

"I'm adopting them."

Debbie turned red as a tomato before pushing me again, only this time Michael didn't manage to catch me, and I hit the floor, hard.

It hurt, but not as much as I expected it to. My husband hurried to help me up and asked if I was okay.

I nodded, "Yeah, don't worry, I'm fine."

He kissed my forehead before screaming at Debbie to get the fuck out of our room, or else he'll be suing her for assault.

As he closed the door angrily, I felt my stomach tighten up. I rubbed it, hoping the contraction would go away soon.

"You okay?" Michael asked and when he saw my pained expression.

"I think it's another Braxton Hicks-"

But before I could finish my sentence, water came gushing out of me.