Too many beautiful pictures of Michael in mature era, too bad he almost never took off his sunglasses.

Sigh.

Hope you enjoy this chapter, there will be another one tomorrow!

~ShoamEmily

~

29th of August, 2004
Michael is 46, Angela is 40

Angela: "Oh, my Gosh, is that Beyoncé?" I asked Michael.

"Yes, she's a very good friend." he answered.

We were at this birthday bash that was held annually. But he claimed tonight was different, because he said we'll announce our engagement today.

And that's why I was flashing the giant diamond ring he bought me.

"I think I'll go tell the DJ to give me the stage," Michael said. "Be ready to go up there."

I nodded, letting go of his arm.

"Yo, sis!" Luciano called as he approached me. Of course, my family was invited too since we were supposed to announce such a big thing.

I hugged him, "Hi, Luci. How are you?"

"Really good, actually. How have you been doing with that boyfriend of yours?"

"We're more than amazing," I smiled, showing my engagement ring. "Guess who will be Mrs. Jackson in a matter of months?"

"Oh, shit. That's a huge rock, Ange." he let out a whistle.

"That's all you care about? No 'congrats, Angela' or something?"

"Uh, I hate to tell you this, sis, but both Rosa and I aren't so happy that you dated Michael in the first place... You replaced Jake way too soon."

Everyone on my family loved Jake. It really wasn't so hard loving him... He was such a charming man, and I was lucky enough to have been chosen by him.

"I needed to move on, Luci... Can't you just be happy for me?" I looked into my brother's eyes.

I was holding back the tears. I would never move on from Jake. I can't.

"Can I have your attention, please?" Michael's voice was suddenly heard all around us. "I'd like to make an announcement. Angela, baby, where are you?"

"Wish me luck." I said to Luciano.

I waved to him and made my way up on the stage.

Michael grabbed my hand and put the mic close to his mouth again.

"I'm very happy to be starting the next chapter in my life after being through a very hard time. I'm getting married... To the love of my life. Thank you for supporting me lately. I love you, and I can't wait for you to be my lawfully wedded wife." he took both sides of my face in his big hands and kissed me passionately.

And although I knew it was just an act, I couldn't help but want more.

The guests were cheering and clapping. Once we broke the kiss, I noticed my mother crying happy tears.

My sister and brother were with her, standing next to each other with a disappointed look on their faces.

~

6th of February, 2006
Michael is 47, Angela is 41

Michael: "Ready, Angela?" Dr. Haring said, positioning himself in front of Angela's opened legs. "And take a deep breath."

Angela inhaled sharply as the doctor inserted two fingers inside of her, and tightened her grip on my hand.

He sighed, "Sorry, no dilation whatsoever."

"Are you sure?" Angela sounded disappointed.

He nodded.

"It felt so real this time."

"I know, but you have to be patient. They'll come eventually."

It's our fifth visit to the hospital this week. For a few days now, Angela has been feeling really strong contractions, saying the babies are coming.

But every time, Dr. Haring had to tell us that there was no signs of labor at all.

"I'll go get you a discharge form to fill out." the doctor said.

"They should be coming already. I had Lily and Eric when I was at 32 weeks, and they were completely fine." Angela groaned once he left.

"The longer they stay in there, the better." I told her.

"But I'm tired of carrying them. Seriously, Michael. I feel like complete shit."

I rubbed her stomach, letting out a breath.

~

"Daddy, where are the babies?" Blanket asked excitedly when we came back home.

"Still inside mommy's stomach." I answered.

"But you said when you come home they'll already be here!"

"Yeah, but they decided that they want to stay inside me a little longer," Angela said. "I'm gonna lay down."

"I'll run you a bath soon, okay?" I questioned.

She waved me off and made her way to the living room.

~

"I won't be here tomorrow, and the day after that, so please, don't have another false alarm." I begged as I washed Angela's back.

"I'll try," she rolled her eyes. "Where are you?"

"Producing some music in New York City."

"Nah uh. You are not flying all the way to New York when I'm constantly having contractions."

"I have to, duty calls." I told her.

"I don't care. You're supposed to dedicate your time to me and the babies. What if I go into labor and you're not here?" Angela scoffed.

"You haven't gone into labor all week. You gotta relax, they are not planning on coming soon."

"Get out." she ordered.

"What did I say?" I asked.

"It's like you want me to keep suffering by carrying these babies a bit more. My body is aching in places it shouldn't even ache. I need them out of me. Now get the hell out before I start yelling." she growled.

I dropped the sponge and raised my hands in surrender, then left the bathroom.

~

7th of February, 2006
Michael is 47, Angela is 41

Michael: The phone in my pocket buzzed, and I excused myself from the studio.

"Sir!" Javon panicked. "Listen."

"Michael you better get your ass back to Los Angeles or I'll make sure you don't see these babies, ever!" Angela groaned.

"Please come back, sir." Javon pleaded.

"Relax, Javon. Okay, I want you to tell me once you get to the hospital and once the doctor checks on her dilation. Her contractions usually stop after an hour or two. If there's something progressing, only then text me."

"Yeah, I can do that."

"Good boy." I said.

I hung up, and just like I suspected, an hour and a half later, he texted me and said that they were heading back home.

~

Angela: "I just want them out already." I mumbled to my mom over the phone.

"I know, bella donna (beautiful woman). Ma devi essere paziente (but you have to be patient)." she said.

"I can't, mamma. My body is begging them to come out." I started tearing up, feeling another wave of pain hitting my head.

I had an awful migraine since we left the hospital. Not to mention my whole body hurt.

And I couldn't believe it, but I was actually sad that Michael wasn't here. I needed his fingers to press thoroughly all over my body.

"You're too stressed, figlia (daughter). Let your body do its work." my mom sighed.

"Daddy!" I suddenly heard from downstairs.

He's home?

"Mamma, I'll call you back." I said, hanging up.

I carefully stood up from the bed, and started making my way down the stairs.

Michael stood at the bottom, surrounded by the kids, so he didn't notice me.

But once I went another step down, a contraction started. No, not again...

Michael's hands were on my shoulders instantly, and he whispered calming words.

I felt the tears roll down my face as the pain increased, but then disappeared all at once.

"Another false alarm?" Michael asked, still massaging my shoulders.

"Yeah..." I wiped the tears away. "Why are you home?"

"You were right. I can't leave you alone at a time like this."

Aww, he's such a sweetheart...

"Mommy are the babies coming?" Blanket ran to us.

"No, Blanket. They still need a few more weeks in there, apparently. I'll be in the shower, maybe it'll help my muscles soften." I said, shooing Michael away when he wanted to help me.

~

A few minutes into the shower my body started feeling a lot better.

As the water washed away my the soap around my body, I felt two hands grabbing my hips.

"I thought I could help you relax... Now lean with your hands on the wall, and your back facing me." Michael said.

He was completely naked, and you could not miss his boner that was sticking out.

I knew what was coming next, and as soon as he pushed himself inside me, I felt... Full.

I rocked my hips in a rhythm that matched his, moaning and groaning his name.

Michael pulled me to him, so my back would be as close as possible to his chest.

"I talked to Dr. Haring," he panted in my ear. "He said sex is a great method to help the babies come out faster. So we both get something out of this."

"Thank yo- Ohhhh..." I whimpered, feeling his dick deep inside me.

He kept on pleasuring me, and I kept on screaming his name.

~

17th of February, 2006
Michael is 47, Angela is 41

Michael: "Michael, fuck me again." Angela said, moving closer to me on the bed.

"No, we have to get going. We have a checkup to get to." I scooted away from her.

"But if the babies come, we won't have to go to the stupid checkup."

"They're not coming, Angela. Drop it already." I rolled my eyes, standing up to find my briefs that I threw on the floor in the middle of the night.

"Oh, please... Don't you want these?" she uncovered her big boobs from underneath the sheets.

They were big to begin with, but now that they were full of breast milk... Damn, how can anyone not want that?

I shook my head. We'll be late if we don't leave soon.

"Nope. Now let's get dressed and go."

~

"They are looking great," Dr. Haring smiled when he showed us the babies. "I'm guessing the method I gave you isn't working."

"No." Angela groaned.

"Don't worry, they'll be out in no time." the doctor reassured.

I knew most multiples are born between 32-36 weeks, so I understood why Angela was so fed up, being 34 weeks pregnant with twins.

"Now, I have to go through this with you. Your babies are fraternal twins, which means they are in different amniotic sacs. Usually, the second baby comes out with the legs first, because as you can see, they're opposite to each other. If that happens, the sac won't break on its own, so I'll have to do it. But there are times the baby will come out just like his sibling, and maybe we'll be lucky."

I nodded, and so did Angela. Wow, having twins is more difficult than I thought it would be.

~

"Please, please, pleaseeeeee." Angela whined.

"No, I'm not having more sex with you. It's not working, Angela." I huffed.

I was sure that all the sex we were having wasn't good for the babies, and I didn't want her to be too tired once the real deal would start.

"Why are you being so damn difficult?! What do you want me to do, get down on my knees and beg? I already feel stupid enough just saying 'please'!" she raised her voice a bit, standing up.

"I want you to relax and let your body relax, too. They'll come eventually."

Angela rolled her eyes at me, "No matter what excuse you find, you're still an asshole."

~

For the rest of the day, Angela has given me the silent treatment.

Even when she had a contraction she didn't let me help her.

"Angela, what would you like to eat?" I asked as I put some salad onto Blanket's plate.

He made a face, and I lifted a finger so he's know he has to eat it with no arguing.

"Paris, tell your daddy that I'm not talking to him." Angela scoffed.

"You're being childish, in front of the kids? What kind of mother figure are you trying to be, exactly?"

"Now tell him that he made me skip dinner."

She pushed herself up from her seat, leaving it empty in just a few seconds.

Sometimes I wish I didn't have to marry her.

"Prince, make sure Blanket eats his veggies. I'll be back in a second." I told my oldest son.

I followed Angela, seeing her standing frozen at the bottom of the stairs.

"Can't go up, huh?" I smirked.

She gulped, "N- no, M- Michael, my water b- broke."

"What?" my face fell.

She pointed at the puddle underneath her.

"This isn't a false alarm, they're coming."