I'm so sad, guys...

Gosh, what's happening, why is everyone dying? 😭

First Davie Bowie, now Prince... We're slowly losing everyone good in this world.

So please understand if I don't update in the next few days. Prince is so special to me, and I assume that for many more, but I took this so hard... I just need a little time to process this.

Rest in peace, Prince. I'll love you forever and always ❤️💔

~ShoamEmily

~

26th of October, 2005
Michael is 47, Angela is 41

Michael: I lay awake in bed after the long day I've had.

Angela was in bed all day with a major migraine and I had to take care of the kids on my own.

Keeping them entertained can be hard, especially today, when all they wanted was for Angela to be with them.

"Michael?" she mumbled sleepily.

"Shh, keep sleeping." I whispered.

"Are the kids good?"

"Yeah, they're already fast asleep in bed and ready for tomorrow."

"I knew I could trust you..."

My stomach fluttered with butterflies.

"How are you feeling?" I asked.

"My head still hearts, but I'll be fine after another day or two of resting." she answered, turning to me.

Her blue eyes were visible in the darkness, and I looked into them.

The reason why she had these migraines is looking after our children for an entire week without stopping for a second to take care of herself, or the babies.

I rubbed her protruding stomach. I didn't feel them kick yet, but she claimed they were always kicking. "You probably worked too hard. Isn't the whole point of marrying someone as rich as I am, is so you wouldn't have to work so hard? Why wear yourself out with taking care of the kids?"

"Because I enjoy it. They're my everything."

"I know, but you have to realize that you have two babies growing inside of you, and they need your attention, too."

"Michael, I've been pregnant with twins before, and I was just fine." Angela rolled her eyes.

"But you didn't have five more children with you." I told her.

She sighed, removing my hands from her belly, "I'm going back to sleep."

"Actually," she groaned. "They started kicking. Great."

"You think I could finally feel them?" I questioned, getting excited.

"You can try."

My hands found her stomach again, and I frowned when I didn't feel anything.

"Are you sure they're kicking?" I said.

"Yes, Michael. They're moving." Angela muttered, laying on her back.

I moved my hands all over her bump, but still couldn't feel any movement.

"Come on, babies, kick harder for daddy..."

To my surprise, they listened, and I suddenly felt a little kick.

"Oh, my God..." I teared up when I felt more kicks.

"Michael, you're crying." Angela laughed.

"I just can't believe I'm finally feeling them. Precious babies, I love you so much."

She ran her thumb over my cheek, wiping my falling tears.

I caressed her arm in return while my other hand was still feeling my babies.

We looked at each other for a few moments, and the butterflies in my stomach got stronger.

But then she pulled away from my hold.

"I should probably go to sleep..." Angela said.

"Yeah," I sighed deeply. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Michael."

~

27th of October, 2005
Michael is 47, Angela is 41

Angela: I woke up from a steady beat that was felt underneath me.

An arm was wrapped around me tightly, as if the person holding me wanted to protect me.

I smiled, loving the feeling. It reminded of the way Jake used to hold me.

But when I opened my eyes, I saw the familiar room Michael and I shared.

Gross, why are we cuddling?

I noticed he was shirtless, and was even more annoyed with the situation.

Did we...? No, no way. I'm not even naked.

I tried getting out of his hold, but it was useless. He had a tight grip around me.

To wake him up, I decided to to flick his chest.

He flinched and slowly started opening his eyes.

"Good morning," he said, sounding annoyed. "What did I do to deserve such a pleasant wake up call?"

"Why are we cuddling?" I asked.

"You told me to cuddle you in the middle of the night." Michael answered.

Really? I highly doubt that I ever said that.

"And why are you shirtless?"

"You said my shirt was too hot for you to sleep on."

I felt my cheeks burning.

"Aww, you're blushing. Did I make someone flustered?" he chuckled, probably enjoying my embarrassment.

"No," I quickly recovered. "I'm just hot, like you said. Now let me go pee, your babies are pressing on my bladder."

Michael smirked. "Not until you admit."

"Admit what?" I looked away.

"That you liked this."

I rolled my eyes, "But I didn't."

"Admit it, or I'm not letting you go."

I sighed, not wanting to cave into him. But I have to pee so bad...

"Fine. I liked cuddling you. Happy? Can I go pee now or you'd rather I pee in bed?" I said.

Michael quickly let me go and I stood up, almost sprinting to the bathroom.

"You're waddling! You should've seen yourself, you looked like a momma goose!" I heard him cackle from the bedroom as I sat on the toilet.

"Fuck you!" I called, feeling relieved to finally pee.

He only kept laughing. When I was done, I washed my hands and brushed my teeth.

Michael was still laughing when I returned to the bedroom.

"You're an asshole. I'm carrying these babies for you, and you're laughing at me." I rolled my eyes.

"First, you're carrying these babies for Jake. For all I know, you would have probably hated me for the rest of your life and never talk to me if he didn't make that wish," he scoffed. "And second, I'm allowed to laugh at you sometimes. You seem to laugh at me almost every day, why shouldn't I enjoy myself, too?"

"No, you can't. I'm emotionally unstable right now. I get offended easily."

"Oh, please, don't give me this pregnancy as an excuse. Get over it. It's not like I called you a cow or something, when really, that name could totally fit you right now..."

I widened my eyes, "You're so full of it, Michael. Don't bother coming to bed tonight, I don't want to sleep next to you."

"Where am I supposed to sleep?" Michael crossed his arms over his chest.

"Find a place."

I left the room, pissed off at his attitude.

~

"Mommy, are you gonna be in bed all day today, too?" Lily asked as I gave her some chocolate milk.

"I think so, baby... My head still hurts." I told her.

"And it's going to keep hurting of you don't get back to bed." Michael appeared in the kitchen, joining us for breakfast.

"Don't start." I gave him a warning look.

"You're going back to bed after breakfast," he ordered. "Now sit down and eat."

I scoffed, but that didn't stop him from sitting me down next to Blanket and eat my breakfast.

He placed a kiss on the top of my head as a part of our little act around the kids and sat across from me, next to Eric.

"You're still a dick." I mouthed.

He only rolled his eyes at me, then blew me a kiss.

"Daddy, what did Angela say?" Paris questioned her father.

"She told me that she loves me." Michael said.

"So tell her you love her, too!" she grinned.

He winked at me, "I love you, babe."

"Aww!"

I let out a fake giggle, while slightly kicking him underneath the table.

"Ow." he winced.

I smiled victoriously and started eating my breakfast.

~

12th of April, 2006
Michael is 47, Angela is 42

Michael: It was night number 3 to our amazing second honeymoon, and I might've drank a little too much.

Angela didn't drink because she was breastfeeding, and said it would be better if at least one of us was sober.

"Kiss me." I puckered my lips.

She giggled and gave me a kiss.

"Michael, you're drunk." she said.

"Maybe... But I'm not too drunk because I know I love youuuu..."

"Aww, you're so sweet," she gave me another, longer, kiss. "Want to take this to the bedroom? I could use a round or two..."

"You know it." I smirked, getting up.

I pulled her into my arms and gave her a passionate kiss. There was a lot of tongue action.

Angela's hand traveled down my chest and body, until it reached my pants.

She unbuttoned them, and started massaging me through my briefs.

This woman... She'll kill me one day.

I moaned, "I think it's better if we stay here. I need you, right now."

"Mmhm, I agree... Just go get a condom."

"Oh, don't be a party pooper," I whined. "I haven't felt you in months."

"I won't risk it, Michael. Get a condom." she rolled her eyes.

"Pleaaaseeee. I'll pull out."

"Fine." she sighed.

I grinned and pulled her shirt off of her, then unclasped her bra. She did the same, only with my pants and underwear.

We took off the rest of each other's clothing, then I took her to the couch.

~

Angela: I threw my head back in pleasure as I felt my orgasm building up.

"Scream my name." Michael ordered as he pushed himself hard inside of me.

"Michael!!" I gasped when I released my juices.

When he thrusted faster and his breathing was heavy, I remembered he was drunk and hoped that he had enough self consciousness to pull out.

But of course, I was wrong. I suddenly felt his warm liquid, and hurried to push him off me.

He fell onto the floor, completely confused.

"Ow," he groaned. "What the hell was that, Angela?"

"You didn't pull out." I said, thinking of the worst.

"Sorry."

That's all he has to say?! He might just got me pregnant again, and all he has to say is 'sorry'?!

"I knew I had a reason for you to get a condom! You're drunk, damn it! You can't think straight. Jesus."

"You might not even be pregnant. Relax." he sighed, finding his briefs and pulling them on.

"You can't know that!" I groaned while finding my own clothes.

Once I was fully dressed, I left his drunk ass in the living room, hoping the effect of the alcohol in his blood would disappear soon.

~

Michael: Great. Now she's gonna be mad at me for the next two days.

"Angela!" I called after her.

"Leave me alone, Michael." she said, going outside.

I followed her, and saw her sitting down on the sand.

"Why are you so annoying? Go away." Angela groaned as I sat next to her.

"Do you really want our honeymoon to be ruined?" I asked, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

She pushed me off while scoffing. "I knew you should've put a condom on."

"Angela, you're not pregnant. Just chill, and let's go back to the happily married couple we always were."

I saw her crack a smile, but it soon faded.

"I don't want a child that came from a drunken mistake, Michael."

"Okay, no child of mine, or ours in that matter, will ever be a mistake," I said sternly. "And I promise you, you're not pregnant."

"I guess we'll have to wait and see." Angela sighed and put her head against my chest.

"Wanna go back inside for a little snack? I'm starved."

"Me too, let's go."

Before she had the chance to walk back to the house, I grabbed her by her waist and pulled her close to me.

"I love you." I told her, hoping she might finally say it back.

But she only smiled sweetly and placed a soft kiss on my lips.

Give her more time, Michael, she'll say it eventually...

"Come on, I'll make you my mom's special chicken... You'll love it." Angela took my hand, leading me into the house.

~

My back kept on hitting the cold kitchen floor as Angela rode me steadily.

Her beautiful rounded boobs bounced up and down, and looked so restrained in her bra.

Let's just say, she didn't get to make her mom's special chicken dish.

"Angela, you're so beautiful." I panted.

"Shut up, and keep moving those hips like I know you can." she ordered as she picked up her pace.

Her walls clenched around me tightly and soon enough she came.

I followed, making her collapse on top of me.

"That was... Amazing," I mumbled. "Wow, should've neglected a condom now instead of earlier..."

Angela hit my chest hard enough to make me wince.

"Don't you dare think about it."

I laughed, "So what about that chicken?"

"Yeah, let's make it... You're making me hungry." she said and stood up.

I grabbed one of her butt cheeks as she bent down to to get her panties.

She gave me a playful look, but still proceeded to get dressed.

"Come on, help me." Angela giggled.

I got up from the cold floor and found my own clothes as she took out things from the fridge.

~

14th of April, 2006
Michael is 47, Angela is 42

Angela: "Daddy!"

"Mommy!"

All our five older kids ran to us, and attacked us in very tight hugs.

"Hey, guys..." I laughed.

Grace walked in with Rose in her arms. I gasped and took her.

"Jared is still napping, but she just woke up. I guess she knew you were coming." Grave smiled.

I cuddled my baby girl close to me, running a hand over her thick curls.

"Baby girl, daddy missed you." Michael cooed while kissing her forehead.

"What about us, Michael?" Lily asked.

"Oh, of course I missed you! Come here!" he took all of them into a giant group hug.

I took in Rose's amazing baby smell and told Michael that I'll be in the nursery.

~

Michael: "Mommy loves you, and missed you so so much... But daddy took her on a little vacation and it was so good. Let's just hope you don't become a big sister before you turn 1." I heard Angela say as she laughed.

I walked into the nursery to find her feeding Rose.

"Someone missed her mommy." I chuckled when our baby girl sucked hard on her nipple.

"Yeah..." Angela joined my laughter.

Jared suddenly let out a tiny shriek from his crib, and I hurried to take him into my arms.

He opened his eyes slowly. His lips formed into a smile when he saw my face.

"Hey there, big boy." I gave him a little tickle.

He giggled loudly, making me grin.

I am truly blessed.