20th of February, 2005
Michael is 46, Angela is 40

Angela: "By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." the pastor said.

Michael and I kissed, giving the guests behind us a reason to clap their hands.

I was wearing a beautiful white gown, designed by Michael and Giorgio Armani.

Seriously. Our wedding was that publicized.

I heard fans scream outside since they probably got the word about us finally being husband and wife.

Our wedding was voted the 'highest anticipated wedding of the year'.

"Jake is probably proud of us." Michael whispered to me.

"Probably." I sighed.

Michael looked great. He was wearing a sparkly black suit, that was, of course, designed especially for him and our wedding.

"Hug me like you're the happiest woman in the world right now." he ordered quietly.

I hugged his neck and managed to make a few tears emerge. Michael wrapped his arms around my waist.

We pulled apart to kiss, and when we were interrupted by my father, I had to let out a fake giggle.

~

"Okay, I'm gonna be ovulating for the next 48-72 hours, so you better start working." I told Michael as he unzipped my dress.

It dropped to the floor and revealed my lace undergarments.

Our goal was to get pregnant as soon as possible because we didn't know how long Michael's court was going to last, and we were not going to wait for them to get Jake's wish over with.

They only gave us four days of honeymoon until Michael has to go to court again.

I took off my bra and panties, making Michael freeze.

"Oh, come on, it's like you're seeing a woman body for the first time. Get undressed." I rolled my eyes.

I walked over to him and started taking off his jacket, then his tie, and his shirt, and lastly his pants.

"Just relax," I gave him a kiss to get him comfortable. "We are newlyweds after all, right? Let's enjoy this night with one thing in mind. By this time next month, I might be pregnant."

He nodded but was still speechless.

Once he started to relax, I grabbed his hand and put it on my boob.

"Get me pregnant." I said.

"Y- yes, ma'am."

~

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

Angela: Dr. Haring came in with a smile on his face.

"Okay, maybe the method did work after all... How are you feeling, Angela?" he said, putting on a pair of medical gloves.

"I'm okay, but I think Michael is freaking out." I giggled and looked at Michael who held my hand tighter than he should.

"Michael, you'll finally meet them."

The doctor asked me to open my legs and quickly put two fingers inside me to check dilation.

Honestly, I was terrified. As much as I wanted them out, I wasn't prepared for the pain I was going to feel in just a few hours.

"Wow, we have 4 centimeters. You're already in active labor. You'll be out of here in no time." Dr. Haring informed.

But of course, he was wrong.

~

18th of February, 2006
Michael is 47, Angela is 41

Michael: "Ow, ow, ow... Did you really have to make me go through this without epidural?" Angela panted.

"You're not breathing right. Two breaths in, two out..."

"I don't fucking care about how I'm breathing right now! I've been in here for 9 hours. This shit hurts, Michael." she groaned, changing a position on the bed.

I rubbed the back of her hand with my thumb, "You won't let me massage your back, what else can I do?"

"Make them come out already!"

Her contractions were pretty close, but not as close as Dr. Haring wanted. He said she'll have an easier time pushing when the contractions are closer together.

She's 7 centimeters as of now.

Angela let out a low breath as she sat up. "I feel like my vagina is on fire."

She moaned loudly while cursing me out.

"Call Dr. Haring." she ordered.

"He just checked you. You're still at 7, Angela."

She sighed and leaned back. About 4 minutes after her previous contraction ended, another one started.

"You're doing so well," I cooed, snaking my hands underneath her hospital robe where her lower back was. "Just remember to breath correctly."

I pressed gently into her skin. Angela panted loudly when we both heard the door opening.

Our two mothers came in.

"Oh, Angela, questo è così eccitante!" Angela's mother, Maria, exclaimed.

"What did she say?" I whispered in Angela's ear.

"She said this is exciting," she murmured. "Can you keep pressing? That was good."

"Are you feeling well, honey? How are the babies' vitals?" my mother asked.

"They're fine, mother. Are the kids with you?"

"Yes, their grandfathers are watching them."

I felt Angela loosen up as she let out a relieved sigh.

She wanted our mothers out, no doubt about that.

"Mother, do you mind leaving us alone? We want to experience this only the two of us." I said while still rubbing Angela's back gently.

"Of course. Good luck, Angela!" mother left her a kiss on the cheek.

"Call me if you need anything." Maria put a strand of hair behind her daughter's ear, and hugged her.

"Thank you," Angela told me after they left. "I couldn't handle them."

"Of course." I smiled.

~

Angela: 5 more hours passed by, and I was only at 8 centimeters. My contractions were still about 4 minutes away from each other.

"You have no idea how much this hurts," I told Michael as he lowered me down on the big exercise ball. "You're such an ass for making me do this without the epidural."

"Hey, you made the deal that if we switch doctors, you'll give birth without it." he said, pressing hard into my back when another contraction started.

I closed my eyes shut and tried focusing on my breathing.

"It was either this or I'd have to suffer Dr. Perky bitch for 15 hours." I panted.

A knock on the door made me look at it, and Dr. Haring came in.

"How are we doing?" he asked with a small smile.

"Contractions are still 4 minutes apart." Michael informed.

"Alright. Want me to check on you, Angela?"

I nodded, and Michael helped get back in bed once the contraction stopped.

But just when I opened my legs, another contraction started.

This is definitely not 4 minutes apart!

I grabbed Michael's hand, "Fuck."

"I'm going in... Breathe, Angela." Dr. Haring ordered.

As soon as the doctor stuck his fingers inside of me, I felt a great amount of pressure.

"Don't push. First baby's coming, I'm going to call the staff."

I closed my legs, fighting the urge to just get that first baby out of my body.

"This is it." Michael had tears in his eyes.

"Yeah, we finally get to hold them. Any names in mind?" I asked, still not letting go of his hand.

"Why don't we talk about that later?" he removed a piece of my hair from my sweaty forehead.

"Don't leave me, okay? I need you. I'm really scared." I confessed.

Michael kissed my knuckles, "Don't worry. I'm never letting you go."

He tightened his grip on my hand, just as Dr. Haring came back with the staff that was going to help bring these twins into the world.

~

Michael: "Come on, Angela. Push, push, push..." Dr. Haring encouraged Angela, who looked more tired than ever.

Angela groaned as a nurse pressed a scanner around her belly so we'd hear the second baby's heartbeat, while another nurse pushed slightly on her rounded belly to help the first baby come out.

As much as I wanted this moment to be intimate between the two of us, I knew I had no choice but to let a lot of medical staff in here.

Five nurses, another doctor to help Dr. Haring in case anything happens, and two more pediatricians to take care of the babies once they're out.

Angela let out a shriek, and I looked in between her legs. The baby's head was slowly coming out, until it was fully outside of her.

"You're amazing." I kissed her lips.

I saw Dr. Haring smile at us. "Give me another big push, and baby number one will be in your hands..."

Angela nodded, leaning forward again.

The shoulders were out, and the next thing I know, Dr. Haring placed the screaming baby on my wife's chest.

"Congrats, you have a baby girl." he said as the nurse cleaned her up with a towel.

She was absolutely gorgeous. Her lips matched Angela's, and so her eyes and nose.

"Michael," Angela cried. "She has curls."

I chuckled, wiping my tears. Dr. Haring guided me as I cut the cord, and our baby girl was taken away to be checked out.

Since they were still preemies, they had to be checked almost immediately after being born.

Angela let out a little moan, and I saw Dr. Haring position himself in front of her again.

"I'm going to check how the second baby is doing, so take a really deep breath, and keep on taking deep breaths. He's coming out with the legs first, for sure. Michael, why don't you let her hang onto your shoulders?"

I nodded, lowering myself to her. She grabbed my neck and let out a shaky breath.

~

"Just hang in there a few more moments, Angela, I almost got him." Dr. Haring said.

I looked over my shoulder and saw him shove his hand further up inside Angela.

"I feel like I'm dying." she sniffled.

"Okay, I got him. Give me a big push now." Dr. Haring instructed.

Angela buried her face in my shoulder and moaned as she pushed.

"His little butt is out." I told her, describing what I saw.

The rest of the body slid out, but the head was still inside.

"Good girl, Angela. Can you give me one last push?" the doctor asked.

Angela shook her head. I couldn't even imagine how tired and in pain she was.

"Ange, come on, you're really almost done," I cooed while rubbing her back. "You can do this. Let's meet our second baby."

"Y- yeah." she whimpered.

She dug her nails into my back and almost instantly we heard another cry.

"A baby boy, born exactly 10 minutes after his sister." Dr. Haring announced.

~

"They're so beautiful, Michael. Oh, my Gosh, I can't believe they're here."

I kissed Angela's forehead as our baby girl moved a bit in her arms.

"So what about those names?" she asked.

"Um," I said, looking at our baby boy. "You say a name first."

"I want to name her Rosalinda, after my grandmother. Rose for short... I already have enough Rosa's in my family." she mumbled.

"Rose it is," I grinned. "Rose Katherine Maria Jackson."

"And can he be Jared, after my dad?" Angela questioned.

"Of course he can. Jared Prince-Michael Jackson, does that sound good?"

She nodded and I gave her shoulder a squeeze.

"Thank you for them," I whispered. "They're everything I ever wanted."

~

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

Angela: Jared was sucking hard on my nipple as his sister was being fed by their dad on the other side of the bed.

We were both tired as hell, since neither of us got sleep these last two nights.

My son stopped feeding just in time for Rose to burst into loud cries.

"She is not liking the bottle at all." Michael said as we switched babies.

He put Jared on his shoulder and patted his little back.

Rose latched her lips to my other nipple, making me sigh.

"She knows it's not me." I told him.

Jared let out a little burp and his eyes started closing.

He looked the most like Michael when he slept, even though he always looked like Michael, since the moment I first saw him.

He was definitely the calmer one out of the two of them.

"Nah, she's just like her mother, feisty." Michael chuckled.

He moved Jared so he'd be laying against his chest as he fell asleep.

"You're spoiling him like that. He's gonna get used to hearing your heartbeat when falling asleep." I sighed.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

I rolled my eyes.

Rose finished eating, and Michael offered to take the both of them back to the nursery so I'd get some sleep.

~

I woke up to my husband saying the babies want to eat again.

When I entered the nursery, I suddenly noticed something shiny in both of the babies' cribs.

I got closer, and saw the beautiful diamond necklace in Jared's crib, and the matching earrings in Rose's.

"It's our first wedding anniversary, so I thought I'd get you something." Michael said in my ear.

I smiled, but soon frowned.

"Michael... These are beautiful, they really are... But I can't take them."

"Why not?" he asked, confused.

"This is not a real marriage. Just a wish that we both had to fulfill. I'm still with Jake in my heart and soul." I answered.

Michael turned cold in seconds, taking the necklace and earrings from the cribs.

"You're right, how incredible stupid of me to buy you something." he snapped.

I realized I hurt him, and tried calling him.

"Save it, Angela," Michael rolled his eyes. "I just tried to do something nice for you and thank you for giving me two healthy babies, but I guess that's not good enough for you, because I'm not Jake, right?"

He sounded jealous. I was never his, and he knows that... What the hell is this all about?

"I'm sorry..." I apologized.

Michael turned his back to me, "I don't want to hear it."

~

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