Hey, guys!
First, thank you so much for liking these bonus chapters! Means a lot to me!

Second, I wanted to refresh your memory with this little intro, of where this bonus chapter takes place.
I think I'll be doing this in a few more specific bonus chapters, so it'll be less confusing for you guys, because I feel like the last bonus chapter did that a bit for some reason. If you want, you can go read chapter 33 again if it helps more than this.

Anyways, this is around the beginning of 1994, when Janet was pregnant with Katie, after Brooke and Michael lost their second baby.

There will be another bonus chapter following the scenes in this one in the next few days, so stay tuned!!

Oh, and this is one of my favorite Stevie Wonder songs of all time, so please take your time to listen to his amazing voice!

Hope you enjoy!

~ShoamEmily

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15th of April, 1994
Brooklyn is 28, Janet is 27, and Michael is 35

Brooklyn: Michael glared at me, his nostrils flaring after I told him to go see Janet on his own.

"You're being so fucking selfish lately, you know that?! Janet needs your support, but all you do is push her away! People's lives can't stop just because you lost a baby! Women get pregnant, these things happen!" he screamed.

"It's not just a baby, Michael! It's your baby, our baby! Do you know how frustrating it is to know my best friend is pregnant when she didn't even try?!" I yelled.

We went back and forth like that at each other for a while, until I decided that I've had enough.

"If you wanna go see her so bad, go. You can't make me go with you." I told him calmly, turning around so I wouldn't have to see his angry expression.

I heard him scoff then the bedroom door slammed shut.

The tears stung my eyes as I watched him get into a car from the window.

Why can't he see my side of the story for once?!

The car disappeared from my view, and I looked around our room.

I was so tired of fighting him. My heart ached from his words. He claimed I didn't care about anyone but myself.

That wasn't true. Deep inside, I wanted to be happy for Janet, I really did. But I couldn't, at least not so soon after losing another baby. I was thinking of him, too. He wanted a baby so bad, and I felt awful for not being able to give him that.

I took in a shaky breath before picking up the phone and dialing my brother's number.

We both need some time away from each other. It will only be good for us.

After packing a bag and calling Chris, I grabbed my car keys and went downstairs.

"Mrs. Jackson, where are you going?" Helen stopped me from opening the front door.

"To my brother's for a little while, I need space from everything. Tell Michael I'll come back when he decides to listen to what I have to say for a change." I said.

She nodded sadly, "I'm sure you two will work it out quickly."

I gave her a slight hug and left.

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Janet: "She should be happy for you, Dunk, not dwell about another baby that we knew would have a low chance of surviving." Michael murmured.

I sighed. Neither Brooke or my brother were seeing the other's side of this whole mess. All they needed was to sit down and talk.

Their fights stopped being about me by now, it was just one big ego contest. It really wore me out to hear about it, especially because my name would always come up.

I put my hand on Michael's shoulder, "As much as I'd like her to be here and help me through this pregnancy, I understand her, Mike. I can't imagine how bad she feels after losing a second baby. If being away from me helps her cope, it's okay. I don't mind it. I know she'll come around before the baby comes."

"You're siding with her? Seriously?" he asked.

"I'm not siding with anyone. I'm just saying that I understand her side. I understand yours too, and I appreciate you standing up for me, but you don't need to. She'll be here soon enough. After all, I know her better than you, Michael." I answered.

"Right, so you know how stubborn she is. It's gonna take her time to get over these stupid reasons. You're almost 6 months pregnant. A little bit more and you're gonna pop. You really believe Brooke will just forget everything?"

"Oh, and you aren't stubborn at all, Michael. Because you arguing with me right now about who's right or wrong is totally not being stubborn." I rolled my eyes.

"She made me this way! I wouldn't have to be so stubborn if she would be a little more willing to come see you!" Michael huffed.

"Whatever. You wanna keep this up or are you here to be with your sister and your soon-to-be niece?"

"Niece?" his eyes suddenly lit up.

I smiled. "Yeah, I found out a couple of days ago."

He pulled me into a surprise bone-crushing hug.

"A baby girl! Oh, Dunk, that's so exciting! You're gonna be a mother to a baby girl!" he said into my shoulder.

The frown creeped its way to my lips, and the guilt was filling me, too.

They were supposed to be parents by now. Maybe this is really not fair towards them?

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Michael: My mood brightened up at the news of getting a niece.

Maybe I could even tell Brooke and she'll warm up to the idea of Janet having a baby. Or she'll be her stubborn self, and keep thinking my sister did this on purpose.

I shook my head, preparing for another fight.

"Mr. Jackson, welcome home." Helen said when I entered the main house.

"Where's Brooklyn? I have to talk to her. Is she up in the bedroom still?" I asked, eager to see my wife's reaction.

"Um..." Helen looked away. "While you were at your sister's, Mrs. Jackson kind of left."

"Left? What do you mean?"

"She said she needs space. I'm pretty sure she's staying at her brother's house."

Anger filled me. She thinks she can just get up and leave like that?!

"Why did you let her go, Helen? Great, now I really won't be able to convince her." I mumbled.

"Sir, you need to let her take her time with this situation. She's hurt and confused, maybe a little time away from here will do her good."

"I'm hurt, too, Helen. That was my baby as well. I'm devastated, okay? But I won't walk away like that. I'm going to get her."

Hellen grabbed my arm when I started walking away. "Let her be alone with her thoughts for now, Mr. Jackson. Call her tomorrow when you're calmer."

I sighed, knowing she was probably right.

I'll call her first thing in the morning.