"BLUGGGHHHH" you stick your head in the toilet bowl as you continue to throw up. Honestly?  you think to yourself.

This was the fourth time you threw up today, and that's all you've been doing since you woke up this morning at 10am.  You flush the toilet then brush your teeth for the one hundred time, and step back into the living room. You pick up the phone to call Michael because he's been at rehearsal all day since the beginning of this week (It's Sunday) and he hasn't been around to comfort you or to help you through this hell you're going through, and you're pissed off at him to say the least.

Ring....

Ring...

Ring..

Ring.

"Hello?" Michael's manager asks.

"Frank, it's me (Y/N). Listen, i need you to put Michael on the phone now. It's urgent."

You hear him sigh on the other end then say, "Can't it wait?"

"No, it absolutely cannot. I need him pronto."

"(Y/N), He would love to speak with you, but right now he's in the middle of-"

"-NOW!" You cut him off.

"Okay, okay!" He sighs. "One moment."

There was a pause for about five seconds until Michael picks up, "Hey honey, how ar-"

"Don't 'hey honey' me."

"Uh, sweetheart are you alright? What's going on?"

"No Michael! I'm not  alright! Everything is terrible. I need you back here immediately."

"Honey, i can't just skip rehearsal without an explanation from you. Please, just tell me what's going on."

"But that's the thing, i don't know what's going on," you say truthfully. "I think i might be sick, i can't stop throwing up, i need you he-"

You were cut off by a noise coming from the other side of the line; you could barley make out Michael's voice.

"Michael? Hello? Are you still there?"

"J-Don't-I'll-" his voice was very scratchy. Then suddenly, the line cut out completely and you were left with the long ring from the telephone.

"Hello?" You slam the phone down in frustration. You sat and thought for a moment of what it is that could be wrong with you, when you suddenly remembered the sex with Michael a week ago. You facepalm yourself, of course. How could i forget that we're trying for a baby?

You grab the pregnancy tests from the bathroom and decide to do at least four. You can never be too aware. An hour has passes and eventually you knew you would have to go back and see the results. You sighed and looked at all four of them. They read:

Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes.

Well, i guess it's official, you thought to yourself. I'm pregnant.

You couldn't wait any longer as you wanted to go and tell Michael right now. You were sure that he wouldn't mind, so you grabbed a pregnancy test, your keys and bolted for your car, into the rehearsel stadium.

You walked in, and the security guards happily let you through the doors, knowing who you are.

"Afternoon, (Y/N) Jackson," one of the guards greeted you.

"Good afternoon," you said back in a hurry, determined to tell Michael the news. As you entered, you saw Michael on stage drinking from his water bottle.

"Michael!" you called up to him. You ran all the way up to the stage, but he didn't acknowledge you. He was surrounding his dancers and a few friends, just chattering away. You cleared your throat loudly so that you could get their attention, and when you did they all turned around.

"Michael..." you said, looking around feeling embarrassed.

"(Y/N), What are you doing here?" he asked. You were a bit surprised at him and thought that he would want to see you, but instead he's asking you what you're doing here. You ignore it and say,

"Well, i wanted to see you because i have really good news..." you say enthusiastically, but then look around at everyone, then lower your voice and say, "private  news to tell you."

"(Y/N), now isn't exactly the time," he tells you back quietly, motioning to everyone in the room.

"Michael, please. You've been working really hard and this is exciting...Please."

He begins getting frustrated and shrugs your hand off of his shoulder, then walks away.

"Michael, don't walk away from me," you say a little bit too loud as people are starting to stare.

Michael grabs your wrist and whispers to you, "Listen, i'm busy," he says sternly.

"Michael, enough. I'm not taking this attitude from yo-"

"Just leave (Y/N), OUT!" he screams at you, in front of everyone. You were shocked as this was the highest he's ever raised his voice at you. You search around in your pocket for the only reason you came to see him; the pregnancy test. You find it and shove it in his chest. He examines it for a moment and then looks up from you and whispers,  "You're pregnant?" You nod your head and say,

"Congratulations, daddy." and then walk away, out of the stadium. Your eyes begin to water, as you're pretty sensitive to people yelling at you, especially coming from him.

You drive back home, collapse on the couch and hug a pillow on your side. Whatever  you say to yourself, trying not to care, reminding yourself that he's just angry.

*

Michael's P.O.V.

Oh shit, i think to myself. What have i done?  Frank comes up to me and asks, "Mike, harsh."

"I know, i know," i sigh. "Excuse me, i need to make things right." I dial up Bill's number and once he picks up, i say, "Bill, i need a ride back to Neverland, please."

Shortly after the limo arrives and i jump in, praying to God that (Y/N) isn't mad at me. I keep muttering to myself the whole ride through, stupid, stupid, stupid. My beautiful wife is carrying the most beautiful thing in the world and i yelled at her and told her to get out, stupid!

*

Your P.O.V.

A little while later, you hear Michael come in through the door. You know it's him because you can smell his natural aroma from a mile away. He slowly walks behind you and places his hands on your shoulders. You're confused at first, but then he begins rubbing them. He kissed your neck and that softens your facial expression a little bit, still feeling slightly angry at him. You then remember what happened and push his hands off of your neck, rolling your eyes. You hear him sigh and take a seat next to you. It's been an awkward silence for a while until,

"(Y/N)..."

"Don't even, Michael," you turn away from him.

"Sweetheart," he takes your hand in his and moves your chin his way so you're making eye contact with you. "I am so, so, so, sorry. I was being a jerk and i didn't know that you were pregnant. I'm sorry, really." You could tell that he was being genuine because he had that puppy dog look in his eyes, and that sincere facial expression that means he wants you to forgive him - badly.

Suddenly Michael starts tearing up a little with watery eyes, and you instantly feel hurt for him.

"Oh, no, baby, it's okay, i forgive you," you tell him, rubbing his back.

"I don't think i can ever forgive myself, (Y/N). I'm sorry, i'm so, so-"

You shut him up by kissing his juicy lips, the kiss lasting for a long time until you both finally pull away.

"Are you going to keep apologising? Or are you going to stay with me during this time that i need you?" you ask.

"You can count on me, (Y/N). I truly mean that," he says rubbing your stomach and kissing it. "I can't wait to see this little one." You giggle and kiss his nose, satisfied with your happy ending.

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