13th of August, 2001
Brooklyn is 35, Michael is 42

Michael: "Daddy! Daddy!" Paris's whines woke me up.

I groaned, turning to my wife's side of the bed, with my eyes still closed.

"Babe, go see what she wants, before she wakes Kamron-" I started saying, but it was too late. Kamron started crying, too.

When I opened my eyes, I saw that Brooke wasn't in bed and the bathroom door was slightly open.

"Daddyyyyyy!" Paris cried louder.

I sighed, getting up and leaving the hotel suite bedroom. We were staying at the Plaza Hotel since I was getting ready to shoot the 'You Rock My World' short film.

Brooke was pregnant, again. So, since I wanted to keep an eye on her, I had to take her and the kids with me.

Plus, Dr. James told us to be careful with this one, because of the miscarriage my wife had before we adopted Kamron. She said it might make the chance of losing our baby higher, and I was not going to let that happen.

It took us a while to get pregnant, too. Almost 10 months. Brooklyn had to go through hormonal treatment until we found out she's pregnant. I mean, after six pregnancies, we expected to be pregnant in less than 3 months.

But right now, she's 8 weeks and a few days in. Still too early for us to know anything. All I could do was pray that this pregnancy goes smoothly.

"Daddy!" Paris chirped when she saw me.

I smiled at her and picked her up, wiping her tears.

I then turned to Kamron who was babbling words that non of us could understand.

Prince was still sleeping like a log. He got that from me. Once I'm asleep, I cannot be awaken.

"I had a bad dweam." Paris told me.

"Aww, baby girl, what did you dream about?" I asked.

"A monster that wanted to eat me."

I chuckled, but she obviously didn't find it funny. "Daddy, it was scawy!"

"I'm sure it was, but there's no monster here, Parry." I assured her.

"Mike, I need your help!" Brooke suddenly called.

I hurried to call the nanny from the hotel room next to ours, and entered the bathroom.

Brooklyn was leaning over the toilet, hurling.

"I've been throwing up since 4. It won't stop. It was never this bad before." she said when she sat up.

"We can get you checked out, baby... Maybe something's wrong."

"I don't know..."

I helped her lean on the bathroom wall. She was a mess. "Dr. James said that if there's anything unusual we should talk to her."

"I'm sure it's just a side effect from all the hormones I had injected inside me." my wife sighed, then clutched the toilet again. "Oh, Gosh."

I rubbed her back as she threw up, hoping she was right.

~

17th of August, 2001
Brooklyn is 35, Michael is 42

Brooklyn: I was better soon, just like I suspected. Even Dr. James said it was a side effect that my treatment caused.

So because I was feeling way better, I planned a trip for the kids and myself to surprise Michael and come to the set.

A security guard helped me out of the car, and Louise was holding Kamron and Paris's hands, while Prince held mine.

The kids saw Michael and ran to him. He raised his eyebrows in surprise when he heard their voices.

"What are you all doing here?" he asked with huge smile.

"Surprising you." I answered.

He gave me a look, as if to say 'you're in trouble for even getting out of bed'. I rolled my eyes, looking around at the set.

It reminded me a little of the time he filmed 'Smooth Criminal' for his movie.

"I like your hat, daddy." Prince said to Michael.

"Yeah? Here." my husband took his hat off and put it on our son's head.

"Mrs. J!" Chris Tucker's voice was heard loudly. He wrapped his arms around me tightly.

Michael cleared his throat, "Chris, not too tight, please. You'll hurt the baby."

"He won't hurt the baby, Mike. Relax." I said.

"Baby?! She's pregnant?!" Chris gasped. "Yo, I knew there was a reason Mike hired a new sexy girl for this video!"

A new sexy girl?

I turned to Michael, who pointed slightly at a beautiful, young, skinny, girl who wore a tiny green dress.

She came over to us.

"You didn't tell me about finding a new girl." I whispered in Michael's ear.

He didn't answer, and instead, introduced the girl.

"Brooke, this is Kishaya. Kishaya, this is my wife, Brooklyn. She's the greatest choreographer you'll ever meet. She helped me come up with your dance moves."

I squinted my eyes at her as we shook hands.

"It's so great to meet you. Michael won't stop saying good things about you. Oh, and congrats on your baby!" Kishaya grinned.

Is he on a mission to tell everyone? I thought we said to keep it between us for now.

"Thank you." I muttered.

"Aye, Mike, they wanna start filming!" Chris yelled.

"We're coming!" my husband told him.

"Have fun." I said as he kissed our kids' foreheads.

He then came and placed a long kiss on my lips.

"Thank you," he said when we pulled away, placing his big hand over my flat stomach. "Bye, peanut."

He took Kishaya's hand and led her to the set.

~

Louise took the kids back to the hotel, and I stayed.

Michael insisted I'd sit while watching him.

"Ready, Michael and Kishaya?" the director asked and they nodded. "Cue music... And, action!"

Next thing I know, I see Michael slapping this girl's ass.

He did not just do that.

I watched as he pinned Kishaya to the wall while singing. Their faces inched closer, but there was no kiss.

Seeing her in my place made me a bit possessive of Michael.

I was supposed to do that with him... That's my part.

I shook the feeling of it off, and continued watching my talented husband doing his thing.

~

For the next few hours, I just sat and rolled my eyes at Kishaya's attempts to do the dance routine I created.

What's the point of hiring someone if they can't even dance right?

"Alright, cut! Let's take a break!" the director said.

Michael sighed and plopped down next to me. "I hope we finish for today. I'm wiped out."

"But you're amazing, like always," I rubbed his shoulder. "On the other hand... Kishaya can't seem to keep up..."

"She's fine."

"Mike, she has no rhythm! I can do it wayyyyy better."

"But you're pregnant, and I'm not arguing with you about this right now." my husband took my hand in his.

"Don't come to me with complaints when this video doesn't come out the way you want it..." I scoffed.

"That's it, you're going back to the hotel," he stood up and started searching for a security guard to take me. "Clearly, you're tired and cranky and I have a lot on my mind, so..."

I crossed my arms over my chest when Chris approached me.

"Yo, what's up with him?" he asked.

"He's being a pain in the ass. He won't listen. I can do this routine much better than her." I answered, annoyed with Michael.

"Yeah, but she's younger, and she won't be growing no bump in a few weeks..." Chris said.

I hit his arm, "Thanks for reminding me that I'll be fat again."

"Jeez, maybe you should go..."

"Babe, Bill is waiting outside for you. Come on." Michael offered a hand. Unwillingly, I took it.

"I love you, get some rest. I'll be back as soon as I can." he gave me a small peck.

~

It was currently almost 12 am. Michael was still gone, and I was struggling with putting my 1 and a half-year-old to sleep because he wanted his daddy.

Louise tried to help me, but it was no use. Kamron wanted his father and I couldn't do anything about it.

"Kammy, please go to sleep... Mommy's tired." I begged as I tried to calm down his cries.

Where is Michael?! Probably still with that rhythmless bitch.

"Daddy..." Kamron sobbed and I turned around to see Michael.

"It's about time. Where were you?" I asked.

"We finished the shoot, so Chris suggested we'd go celebrate. It was just a little party, and it's still going, but I said I have to get back to you."

He took Kamron from me, and instantly our son stopped his cries, and his eyes started closing.

"Well, next time, tell me. Just put him to sleep, please. He wouldn't stop crying and asking for you. He refused to go to sleep without you."

Michael nodded, taking Kamron that put his head against his father's shoulder to the other room.

~

Michael: Kamron fell asleep almost instantly and I returned to my cranky, tired, wife.

"So how did Kishaya do?" she yawned as I wrapped my arm around her. "Worse than  I suspected?"

"No, she was actually pretty good after you left. She really stepped up her game." I said.

Brooke snickered and removed my arm from around her body.

"What did I say?"

"Nothing, I'm just too hot to be cuddling."

"Babe..." I pulled her close again while putting my lips on the back of her neck. "You know, I noticed the way you looked at me when I danced with her... Were you jealous?"

"No. And don't let it get to your head." she attempted to remove my arm again.

"Well, I believe you were... After all, I did replace you with a much younger girl, that danced the routine we came up with together... She took your place as my dance partner."

"Yeah, and she's gonna stay sexy and beautiful when I'm gonna be a fat cow."

"I think you're sexier than her." I whispered in her ear.

"And I think you're just trying to get laid. Nice try. But we both know that you think she was sexy because we all saw the way you were grinding on her... Did you really have to slap her ass?"

"It was part of the script." I shrugged.

"A script you wrote."

"If you really want me to, I'll slap your ass, too, baby... But I have other things in mind for us," I started sucking on the soft spot on her neck. "You know, the last time we had sex was when we made peanut."

"And that was the last time until he's born. Get off, Mike." Brooklyn finally succeeded to push me away.

"Fine." I sighed, turning off the lights.

She kissed my lips, "Goodnight."

I need to get to her. But what can I say to make her want me?

Then, the kissing scene Kishaya and I had popped into my head.

That would totally make Brooke want to have sex, she'll be more jealous than ever.

"Oh, and," I smirked. "Maybe, just maybe, there was a kiss involved in the last scene..."

"You just lost your last chance." she scooted away from me.

"Oh, come on, babe... You know you're mine and I'm yours. Kisahaya isn't here cuddling with me, right? She's not pregnant with my baby, and she's not married to me. You know who is all that? You." I said.

"But she is a lousy dancer." my wife giggled.

I chuckled, happy that she gave in.

"I'm sorry, I just felt so insecure because I'm pregnant and she's not. She took my place, Mike. You were supposed to slap my ass on camera. It looked like she enjoyed that too much."

"These hands belong on one ass and one ass only..." I placed both hands on her butt and pulled her to me.

She looked at me with her beautiful green eyes and kissed me hungrily.

"I'm really worn out, so, one round?" she offered.

I nodded, going in for another kiss.