23rd of October, 1991
Brooklyn is 25, Michael is 33

Michael: Karen was applying the last touch-up to my face.
"And, done!" she declared.
I smiled at her, "Thanks, Karen."
"My pleasure."
A knock on the door interrupted us. "Sir, your wife is here." Bill said.
I jumped out of my seat immediately.
"Don't ruin anything!" I heard my makeup artist say as I ran out of my dressing room.
The entire day I've been dying to know already.
I found Brooklyn talking to John, the director, on the set. She saw me and waved.
"Excuse me, John," she said, shaking his hand. "It was great to meet you."
"You, too." John told her.
I opened my arms for her and she wrapped her arms around my neck, hugging me tightly.
"Well?" I asked, a bit too excitedly.
She chuckled, "We're having a little girl."
"A baby girl? Really?"
Brooke nodded.
I hugged her tighter and kissed her all over her face.

~

Brooklyn: "Action!" John yelled.
'Black or White' started playing through the set, loudly. I watched Michael as he danced, the fake snow started blowing everywhere. I even got some in my hair.
I was sitting on a chair that had Michael's name on it. I didn't mind standing up, but he insisted I'd sit. He said it was just in case I got tired, which happened pretty quickly.
I truly hated when my body gave in like that.
Looking down at my bump, I smiled. A girl.
"Cut! Cut!" my husband yelled, covering his head with his shirt. He was waving his hands everywhere.
Him and his dancers just finished their dance routine, but the snow was still flying all over the place.
I was laughing along with everyone.
Michael was holding his stomach when he walked towards me.
"You have a little something in your hair, Mike." I joked.
I reached out my hand and pulled out some of the little white pieces. He rolled his eyes.
Suddenly he lifted them up and a smile spread across his face.
I turned around and saw Paul and Linda walking to us.
I got up, attacking Linda in huge hug. Our husbands hugged as well.
Like everyone who has seen me for the last couple of weeks, both their eyes instantly went to my stomach.
"My eyes are up here." I said.
"Sorry, it's distracting," Paul apologized. "Congratulations, both of you."
I hugged him tightly. I heard a click and a flash was seen in the corner of my eyes. Cameras, of course.
"I can't believe you're pregnant," Linda said. "I have to talk to you."
"You could go to my dressing room for more privacy." Michael suggested.
"That's perfect."

~

Michael: "Have fun, and don't get carried away." Paul told the girls before we left my dressing room.
I closed the door behind us, leaving our wives alone.
"So, what are you having?" Paul asked when we started walking around the set.
"A baby girl." I smiled.
He chuckled, "Girls are the best."
"They are. I can't wait."
"I can understand you, being a father is the best thing in the world."
I nodded, now being more impatient for this little girl.
"Have you thought about names yet?" he said.
"I want to name her Katherine, after my mother." I told him.
"I think Brooklyn would like that." Paul smiled.
"I hope so."

~

Brooklyn: "How far in are you?" Linda asked excitedly.
"Fourteen weeks, now." I answered.
"I still can't believe it. Remember the first time we met? And I asked if you and Michael were together," she laughed. "And you said there was nothing between you. Yet, here we are."
"That's because back then it was nothing. We were just good friends." I mumbled.
"He always had feelings for you, I could see it." she teased, and once again looked at my bump.
"People need to stop doing that." I said, covering it with my arms.
"You're going to have to get used to it. I did. Plus, you'll have cameras following you, and fans." my friend told me.
"I know, but it's just a rumor right now."
"You are doing well, right?" Linda asked with a serious tone.
"Yes, we're having a beautiful, healthy, baby girl."
She grinned at me, "I'm glad. But are you alright, Brooke?"
"I'm fine, don't worry. I'm just a bit more tired than usual." I reassured. It was partly true.
There was a knock on the door, followed by Michael's voice, "Can we come in?"
Linda stood up from her seat and opened the door. My husband and Paul walked in, each of them sitting down.
"Don't you have anything else to shoot today?" I asked.
"Nope," Michael shrugged. "Tomorrow is a busy day, though."
I sighed. Another day alone.
Ever since we found out about this pregnancy, Michael had restricted me from doing certain things. Like, he won't let me go out with Janet alone. He wants to be there with me, to protect me. I understood, but it annoyed me.
And, he made me stop dancing. It was horrible. Every time he would rehearse at home and I wanted to join him, he wouldn't let me.
"Is that the time?" Paul asked, looking at his watch. "Linda, darling, we need to go."
"No! We just got here!" my friend pouted. Michael chuckled.
"The kids are waiting for us."
She sighed, "Fine."

~

Michael: After Paul and Linda left, Brooklyn and I decided to head home.
Traffic was horrible at this hour, and it took us more than five hours to get to Neverland.
It was dark when the car stopped in front of the man house.
"Sir, she fell asleep." Bill informed me. Brooke was leaning on my shoulder, her breathing slow.
He offered to take her into the house.
I shook my head, "Thanks, I got it."
I gently picked her up bridal style, and Bill opened the front door.
"Goodnight, sir." he whispered.
"Goodnight, Bill." I smiled.
I made my way upstairs to our bedroom, placing Brooklyn in our bed. I pulled the covers on top of her body, and kissed her forehead.
Quickly, I changed into my pajamas, and lay down next to her.
We still hadn't talked about what happened yesterday with Joseph. I knew my wife wouldn't hesitate to forgive him, but I couldn't trust him. My father could change his mind in a second.
I let out a little cough. Oh, no. Please, don't.
My throat felt scratchy these last few days of the shoot, but I ignored it. I had so much to do, and sickness was not acceptable at the moment, or any moment at all.
If Brooke found out about this she would make me rest at home, and I honestly didn't have time to take a break.
Thankfully, tomorrow was the last day of shooting.
I chuckled to myself when I remembered the prank Mac and I were planning for John.

~

24th of October, 1991
Brooklyn is 25, Michael is 33

Brooklyn: My eyes shot open, and I felt everything I ate yesterday come up. I jumped up from the bed, running to the bathroom.
I clutched onto the toilet, waiting for Michael's soothing hands on my back, but they weren't felt.
I sighed when I stopped throwing up.
Weird, he didn't wake up. He usually does. I couldn't blame him, though. He was working so much and barely got sleep, he had to collapse at one point.
I quickly brushed my teeth, then returned to the bedroom. I noticed Michael shaking on the bed.
"Mike?" I asked, coming closer to him. He was sweating like hell.
I sat next to him and put my lips to his forehead. He's burning up.
"Michael, honey, wake up." I told him.
"I- I'm sleeping." he mumbled, eyes still closed. Turning his back to me, he pulled the blanket over himself, tightening it around his body.
I rubbed his shoulder, going over to the phone.
"Hello?" Frank asked, obviously irritated that I woke him up this early.
"Frank, it's Brooke." I said.
"Good morning, Brooklyn."
"Good morning. Listen, Frank, Michael's sick. He can't make it to the shoot today."
"How sick?" his tone got serious.
"Um, he's burning up. It's pretty bad." I told him.
"Okay. I'm sending his doctor over just to check him out, alright?" Frank said.
"I can take care of him, Frank." I mumbled.
"I know," I could feel him smile. "You're an amazing wife who can take care of her husband. But, since I know your husband, he wouldn't want you to worry too much, especially now."
I sighed, knowing he was right.
"Fine."
"I'm cancelling everything today. Make sure he's awake when the doctor gets there."
I hung up and made my way back to Michael.
"Babe, you have to get up." I said.
He groaned, slowly opening his eyes.
"How're you feeling?"
"I'm fine." he lied. I looked at him, my eyebrows raised.
"Your doctor will be here soon. Oh, and Frank called off shooting today." I told him.
"What? No! We're supposed to finish today!" his voice cracked.
"Michael, you're sick. You will stay at home today, got it?" I questioned.
He scoffed.
"Go freshen up."

~

For the next hour Michael just wouldn't stop coughing.
"I don't get it, you were fine yesterday." I said.
He shook his head, "My throat has been killing me for a few days. I didn't want to worry you."
"Well, look where it got you. I'm gonna make you a cup of tea."
"Thank you, I love you." he mumbled.
I sighed, leaving the room. I was pissed off that he didn't tell me. I took a tea cup from one of the cabinets in the kitchen and started making my husband's tea, just how he likes it.
When I was done, I started to slowly walk to our bedroom. A knock on the door was heard just as I reached the stairs.
Probably Dr. Walker.
I opened the door, and he smiled at me, "Brooklyn, hi."
I returned a smile.
"He's upstairs?"
I nodded, telling him to follow me.
"Michael, I'm coming in with Dr. Walker." I said and opened the bedroom door.
My husband was laying on the bed, like I left him. He was still shaking, unfortunately.
"Here." I smiled, giving him the tea.
"Thank you, baby." he said, barely being heard.

~

"It's just the flu. Make sure he gets some rest." Dr. Walker instructed as I led him down the stairs, after checking Michael.
"And the fever? It's pretty high." I asked.
"It should go down in a few days, I'm sure. It's mostly because he's over-working." he answered.
"Thank you, Dr. Walker." I said.
"My pleasure."
He walked out the front door.
I quickly returned to Michael and I's room, smiling at my sick husband.
"Frank's going to kill you." I told him. It was true, Michael couldn't miss even one day of work, especially when he was in a tight schedule such as this.
"I know, but I'm actually more scared of you right now." he smiled weakly.
I snickered and rolled my eyes, "You should be."
"I just didn't want to worry you too much, Brooklyn. You're carrying our baby, you know stress isn't good for you. As if I don't put you in enough stress already."
I sighed, "Get some rest, okay?"
I couldn't believe he thought he was putting me through stress. I knew what it meant to marry someone as big as Michael, let alone date him, or even be his friend. And now that I was pregnant, I was expecting the next few months to be eventful. I chose this, I knew what was coming.
My husband looked at me with those piercing brown eyes of his, like he was trying to read me.
"Can we cuddle?" he asked.
I chuckled and nested myself in his protecting arms. He sighed in relief.
After a few minutes, I heard his breathing getting slower, following soft snores.

~

Michael: "Michael, wake up." I heard Frank's voice. I held onto Brooklyn's body tighter, wanting to fall asleep again. She always helped me get the sleep I needed.
"I know you're not at your best state, but you have to get out of bed." my manager said.
I groaned, turning around. "What time is it?"
"Almost 11 AM. Come on."
I opened my eyes, seeing Frank waiting.
"Go downstairs, I'll be there in a few." I told him.
He left the room, and I turned to my sleeping wife.
"Frank's here?" she suddenly asked, opening her eyes.
"I thought you were asleep." I said.
"He woke me up," she smiled. "How are you feeling?"
"Better." I told her. It was true. My throat still hurt, and I still couldn't talk too much, but I was feeling a lot better.
Brooke put the palm of her hand on my forehead, sighing when she removed it.
"You're hot."
"I'm taking that as a compliment." I said, getting up.
I stretched, smiling down at her. Honestly, I was glad to be home. As much as I was devoted to my job, some time off never hurt anybody.

~

"You look horrible, Mike." Frank said.
"Thanks." I mumbled, sipping on my tea.
"How the hell did you get sick on me?"
"Dr. Walker said it was from over-working. I'm gonna be fine tomorrow, and we'll finish the shoot."
"No, you're staying home for the rest of the week. I cancelled everything." he ordered.
"What?! Frank, no! I'm completely fine, I-" I was cut off by my own coughs.
When it stopped, I looked up at my manager whom was raising his eyebrows.
"Good morning." I heard Brooklyn's voice from behind me. I turned around, seeing her. I smiled.
"Good morning, Brooklyn. You just got lucky, you're having your husband at home for the rest of the week." Frank told her.
"Oh, that's nice." she said.
"Yeah, he's finally gonna have time to take care of you and that beautiful baby of yours."
"Hey, I'm doing fine!" I defended myself.
"Sort of." Brooke chuckled.
My wife sat next to me and took my hand. Unfortunately, she was wearing clothes that hid her little bump.
"When is the baby due?" Frank asked.
"April 5th." I answered, sounding a bit too excited.
My manager laughed at me, "You two are all grown up, huh?"
"Never." I smiled.
"You're an exception, Mike."

~

9th of November, 1991
Brooklyn and Janet are 25, Michael is 33

Janet: "Brooklyn, Janet, over here!" the camera men shouted at me and my best friend as we walked through the mall.
We decided to go shopping together, since Michael finally let go of her a bit. I don't blame him, this is the exact thing he's protecting her from, the press.
I linked my arm with hers as we entered a clothing shop.
Brooke took off her jacket, sighing. Her bump has gotten bigger since the last time I saw her.
"We'll try to keep them out." Bill promised.
She smiled tiredly, "Thank you, Bill."
He nodded in response, taking the other bodyguards with him to the entrance.
"Let's get shopping!" I said excitedly, taking my best friend's hand. I heard her laughing behing me.
"Jan, look at this shirt," she said, walking over to one of the racks. "Oh, it's gonna look perfect on you."
We found some more amazing tops, and headed over to the changing rooms.
I waited for Brooklyn as she tried on a shirt.
"God. I'm blaming your brother for making my body change like this." she murmured.
She stepped out.
"This baby won't let me wear anything."
"No, come on," I said, trying not to crack up. "It just makes your bump pop out a bit."
She rolled her eyes at me and went back behind the curtain.
"I give up, I'm not gonna find anything. Your turn." Brooke said after she changed into her original shirt.

~

Brooklyn: Janet went inside to change, and Bill walked towards me.
"We asked the manager to close the shop and get everyone out. He said it's his pleasure." he informed.
"We could've managed without closing the whole damn store." Janet said from behind the curtain.
"It was Mr. Jackson's orders." my bodyguard told her.
Suddenly, I felt little taps in my abdomen. I scrunched my nose before realizing that she was kicking.
"Brooke, what do you thi- What's wrong?"
"Oh, nothing. I think she's kicking." I smiled.
"Wait what?!" my best friend said, coming closer to me. She put a hand on my bump. "Oh, my God, she is."

~

"Michael!" I shouted as I stepped into the house, my voice echoing in the big space.
"Hey, relax, I'm here." my husband appeared in front of me.
"Give me your hand, now!" I said excitedly. I pulled up my shirt to expose my baby bump.
I grabbed his hand, though he looked confused, and put it on the skin where the little kicks were most felt. I looked up at his shocked face.
"No way." he said, placing his second hand on my belly.
"Daddy's little girl is a kicker." I smiled.
He let go of my stomach, wrapped his arms around my waist, and spun me.
"Daddy's little girl." he chuckled in my ear.
I pulled away from his strong embrace, my eyes traveling to his plump lips. Only the look of them made me horny. He hasn't touched me since we found out I was pregnant, it drove me crazy.
Damn you, pregnancy hormones.
"Babe, you're staring."
I got out of my trance, "Sorry. It's nothing. I, um, I need to unpack my bags."
Michael shook his head, crouching down in front of my bump.
"Tell your mommy I know her too well, and that look on her face says something else." he said.
I rolled my eyes.
"Well, tell your daddy that you're making me horny as hell, and his dashing good looks aren't helping."
"You're so... pregnant." he mumbled, a smirk clear on his face.
"And who's to blame?" I questioned. My husband slowly raised his hand.
I laughed, kissing his nose.
"So, wait... Do you wanna go upstairs, or not?" he playfully asked.

~

Michael got off of me, breathing heavily.
"That was great." he laughed. I chuckled and cuddled close to him.
"I never got to ask if you and Dunk had fun."
"Oh, yeah. I actually really needed that, so thank you," I smiled and kissed his cheek. "But I didn't need you to tell Bill to close the entire store for us."
"It was for protection, I don't want any of my girls getting hurt." he said, playing with my hair.
I sighed, "Stop worrying so much."
"I can't help it."
"Oh, no," I mumbled when the little baby started kicking again. "I think she likes your voice."
"Of course she does, I'm her daddy." he smiled, putting his hand on my bump.