4th of January, 1994
Brooklyn is 28, Janet is 27, and Michael is 35

Janet: "Hey, beautiful." Brandon's voice came through the phone.

I bit my lip and giggled. I was so caught up in this man, just hearing his voice sent shivers down my spine.

"Hey," I said. "How's it going?"

"It's great. It's so beautiful here... Too bad you're not here with me." I could feel him frown.

"I wish I could join, I wanted to. Brooke didn't let me." I sighed.

"I get her, she's just trying to make this the best for Michael."

"He's doing good?" I asked, remembering I called to check up on him and to wish my best friend a happy birthday.

"He's doing amazing. I've never seen him this calm. It's like all he ever does is stress out." he answered.

"Tell me about it." I mumbled.

"How's the new album coming?"

"Oh, I don't know. I'm having doubts about it. Maybe I shouldn't release it."

"What? Baby, it sounds so good!" my boyfriend said, sounding shocked.

"Nah. It's just scratches for now. I'll just push it back a few years, give it time." I told him.

"I'll support whatever decision you make. Your album, your choices."

I smiled, "Is Brooke there?"

"She was here, but we finished our day early because of her birthday... Her and Mike disappeared a couple of hours ago to their part of the house." he sounded annoyed.

I was disappointed, I wanted to talk to her.
Both my brother and best friend weren't reachable these past couple of weeks. They didn't take their phones, the only person who had a phone in that house was Brandon.

I took a glance at the clock and saw that three minutes passed way too fast.

"I'll call later, honey. Love you." I hurried to hang up before he could say anything.

With tears in my eyes, I walked to the bathroom to find the pregnancy stick I left on the counter.

My heart sank when I saw two little lines.

Now fucking way.

~

Brooklyn: Michael's heartbeat was steady as I lay my head on his chest on the couch in the little living room.

It was the only sound I heard, except for the movie that was blaring out of the TV.

The sun was setting, making the house shine with colors.

Today was perfect. He made sure it was perfect.
When we finished our day successfully, he took me into bed and for two straight hours we made love. After that, we took a shower and fooled around some more.
Now here we were, watching a movie of my choice.

"Isn't Harrison Ford just plain sexy?" I asked as my favorite actor of all time showed up on the screen again.

'Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade' was the movie I chose for us to watch and I was enjoying myself more than I should have.

"I could always set you up together with one phone call." Michael joked.

"That would make a wonderful birthday present." I played along.

He fingered my ribs, making me shriek.

His laugh echoed in the small space of the house.

I looked up at him to see his perfect smile. He leaned in and so did I.

"We should go see if dinner's ready." he mumbled.

"Harrison Ford is way more important than food." I smiled, returning my attention to the movie.

"Whatever. Just know we're going swimming later, to end this beautiful day outside." my husband said and kissed the top of my head.

~

Janet: What do I do? What do I do?!

I should've seen this coming. I mean, I had the symptoms.
I've felt nauseous a lot, and my period was late. I think one of my sisters even commented on how moody I've been lately.

I stopped pacing when Brandon popped into my mind. He won't be able to handle a baby.

Brooke. She'll hate me. It won't matter what solution I come up with, she'll hate me. If I keep it and everything goes well, I'll feel guilty. If I tell her I want to abort, she'll never let me.
Mother will be so disappointed.

How was I so careless?!

I took the phone and dialed Chris's home number, in hopes his girlfriend would answer.

~

"Oh, wow." Cynthia said.

"I don't know what to do." I whispered, hiding my face.

She took my hand off my face and rubbed the back of it with her thumb, "Tell Brandon first. Chris was the first one to know I was pregnant. Then you can figure out together what to do."

"What about Brooke?" I asked.

"What about her?"

"She'll hate me." I stated.

"What makes you think that?" she furrowed her eyebrows.

"Her and Mike, they tried to get pregnant for two years. And when they did, she lost the baby. If I tell her I'm pregnant with an unwanted child, she's gonna hate me."

"Are you kidding me? She'll be so glad and happy for you. You should know she's gonna support you."

I sighed and looked away.

"How about we set you an appointment for tomorrow? So you could know how far in you are... I'll talk to my doctor, he's really good." she suggested.

"I don't know, Cyn." I said.

"You'll feel better once you see it."

She knew what she was talking about. She's gone through this, too.

I nodded slightly.
"I'll call him." Cynthia smiled and hugged me.

~

Michael: I smiled as Brooklyn leaned down on my torso and kissed me.

The sound of the waves and the moonlight made this whole scene perfect.

I tangled my fingers in her hair.

She pulled away and stood up.

"Are you coming in?" my wife asked, walking towards the water.

She was wearing the too familiar bikini that I bought her back in '86.

As she walked, I saw her fingers slowly pull the strings of the bikini top, then threw it on the sand.

"What are you doing?" I asked and she took off her bottom half.

"Skinny dipping." she smirked, slowly walking into the warm water.

I knew no one was watching us, but I still looked around as I took off my swimming shorts and joined her.

"I can't believe you're doing this." Brooke said, splashing me with water.

"Don't start." I warned, ready to attack her.

"Daredevil Michael." she laughed.

She swam away and I chased her while splashing water her way.

"AHH! NO, MICHAEL STOP!"

I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close to me.

My lips connected with her's quickly. She wrapped her arms around my neck and deepened the kiss.

"Happy birthday." I mumbled into her mouth.

We pulled away only to breathe. I held her to me. I wished these moments would never end.

~

5th of January, 1994
Brooklyn is 28, Janet is 27, and Michael is 35

Janet: "Can you hear that? That's a strong heartbeat." Dr. Cole said, applying more pressure on my flat stomach.

I looked at the little peanut on the screen.
It's really in there.

"Looks like seven weeks," he smiled slightly. "Everything seems okay for now."

I gaped at the little baby. Cynthia was right, I was feeling better about this whole situation.

Now determined to give my full attention to this baby, I decided to call Brandon later to tell him. I didn't know when he would come back, and I wasn't going to let him find me pregnant when he'd return.

"Thank you for seeing me in such a short notice." I told the doctor.

"It was my pleasure. Any friend of Cynthia is welcomed."

He didn't know who I was, it made me feel safer. He was an older man, somewhere over 50 for sure.

I shook his hand before leaving the room with Cynthia by my side along with a couple of bodyguards who stayed at the door.

~

Three rings after I dialed Brandon's number he picked up.

"Hello, baby." he said.

I smiled through my tears, "Hey. Are you alone?"

"Yeah, in my room. They just started another workshop for Michael, so I was sent up here."

I accidentally sniffled.

"Are you crying?" he asked, sounding worried.

"I, uh, yeah. I need to tell you something." I mumbled.

"Anything, Janet." I could feel him smile.

"I- I'm p- pregnant." I managed to blurt out.

He was silent. I only heard his breathing as he took it in.

His voice was low when he finally spoke, "You are?"

"Yeah. Listen, I know we messed up, but-"

"Messed up? This is amazing! This is fantastic! It's beautiful! There's no one else I'd rather have a baby with. We are adults, and we'll raise this baby together and give it all our love. Who knows, I might even ask you to marry me!"

My hear fluttered at his words. He sounded really happy.

"So you're not mad?" I whispered.

"Mad? Babe, this is the greatest news I've even gotten. I love you, okay? Don't forget that." he said.

I heard bickering from his end.
"Yeah, it's her. Okay I'll- Brooke!"

"Jan!" Brooklyn yelled in my ear.

I wiped my tears and couldn't help but laugh.

"Brooke!" I mimicked her tone. "Happy late birthday, girl."

"Thank you." she said.

We talked for hours. Not once did I mention that I'm pregnant, she's the one person I won't be telling over the phone.

I told her I love her and hung up. All I wanted to do was go to bed after this whole day.

~

16th of March, 1994
Brooklyn is 28, Janet is 27, and Michael is 35

Brooklyn: Janet smiled as she opened her front door and attacked me with a big hug.

She was glowing; she called to invite me over so she could tell me something important.

Little did she know I myself had to tell her something.
I was pregnant again. I guess it was expectable since Michael and I have been going at it non-stop.

We came back from the Bahamas a few days ago. Michael was taking time off, a lot of it. He was still asleep when I left Neverland.

"I have something to tell you." we said together.

I chuckled and shook my head.

"You go first." she urged.

"No, you go first." I told her.

"How about we say it together? On the count of three." she suggested.

I nodded,"One... Two... Three!"

"I'm pregnant." our voices were heard in perfect unison.

We both widened our eyes.

She's pregnant? How is she pregnant? She was on the pill, what the hell?

"You're pregnant?" I asked, still taking it in.

"Yeah," she smiled, opening her over-sized hoodie to expose a surprisingly noticeable bump. "I'm seventeen weeks in."

I had no words. Why didn't she tell me?

Her expression changed quickly.

"Are you mad at me?" she said in barely a whisper.

I shook my head, "No, I'm just... Shocked."

I took a seat on her couch. I wasn't sure why, but my head was spinning.

"I'll get you some water." Janet said.

Soon she placed a glass in my hand and I took a few sips.

"You okay?"

I swallowed the rest of the water, nodding.

This is every girl's dream. To have a best friend and be pregnant at the same time as her. And these babies are blood related, which makes this even more amazing.

I had to come back to reality, though. My pregnancy was risky. I couldn't even let myself connect to this baby.

I slowly got up and hugged my best friend tightly.

Tears stung my eyes and soon enough we were both crying in each other's shoulder.

Hormones everywhere.

"I thought you'd hate me for getting pregnant. You know, because you tried so hard and I didn't, because you unfortunately lost yours." she confessed.

"I can never hate you, Jan. This is so amazing. I'm gonna be an auntie again!" I said, getting excited.

Janet pulled away and grinned. We wiped our tears, just in time for Brandon to walk into the living room.

"What's all this crying about?" he asked, stretching.

"Oh, nothing, we're fine," I told him. "Congratulations, daddy."

He blushed, looked down at the floor, and mumbled 'thank you'.

"Did you tell Michael?" Janet asked me.

"I was planning to after coming here." I sighed.

"Go home and tell him, now." she ordered.

"But I just got here! And I wanna do some belly rubbing!" I frowned, placing my hands on her rounded stomach.

I heard Brandon laugh.

"You'll have time for that, believe me. Just go tell your husband you're pregnant again." Janet pushed me away from her.

"Woah, what?"

She gave him a look that said 'I'll tell you later'.

"Go." she pointed at the door.

~

Michael: I felt someone's weight on me.

"Mike, get up." Brooke gently rubbed my chest.

"Five more minutes." I mumbled.

I felt her hot lips on mine. She kissed me slowly, making me open my eyes.

She was leaning against my torso, her knees touching my thighs.

"Good morning, daddy." my wife blurted out.

Daddy?

"Come on, I have something to show you."

She got off and pulled me by my hand to the bathroom.

I watched her as she peeled off her shirt, and pulled down her pants a bit.

"What do I look like? Be honest." she said.

I studied her body carefully. She was fat. Like, really fat.

"You gained weight."

She nodded and looked at me like she was waiting for me to talk again.

"You're pregnant." I finally came to a realization.

Brooklyn had the biggest smile on her face.

I wrapped my arms around her, spinning her around.

"You're pregnant! Oh, my, this is absolutely beautiful!" I excitedly said.

I felt her suddenly cry.

"Hey," I caressed her hair. "It's gonna work this time. We'll have a little us soon."

Her worries were justified. I was worried, too, but I wasn't gonna show her that.

I told myself if I think positive, something good will happen.

She pulled away and looked me in the eyes. She was holding back something.

"You'll never believe this, but... Janet's also pregnant. It's Brandon's. She's almost done with the fourth month. She has a bump and everything."

She thinks I don't know.

Brandon told me a little over a month ago.

"Babe, I know. I've know for a while." I smiled.

She hit my arm, making me wince, "And you didn't bother to tell me, you ass?"

I kissed her to shut her up. Her muscles seemed to relax.

"She said she wanted to tell you herself. Don't get worked up because of it, okay?"

My wife nodded slightly.

"We have an appointment in two days. I had to make it as soon as possible to see if everything's good." she informed.

"Okay." I said, kissing her again.

~

18th of March, 1994
Brooklyn is 28, Michael is 35

Brooklyn: "It's great to see you back." Dr. James said, letting us walk into her office.

"We're happy to be back." Michael told her. He had the most goofy smiled on his face.

She smiled back, "Okay, let's get started. Brooke, hun, lay down please."

I did as she said and took a deep breath.

Dr. James applied gel on my stomach, turning her attention to the screen.

"Well, everything seems fine... Look at this little guy."

She turned the screen to us. Michael bit his lip as he rubbed my shoulders soothingly.

The doctor turned it back to her, moving the scanner on my flat stomach.

She looked frustrated. She applied more pressure on my skin.

There was something she wasn't telling us and both Michael and I could sense it.

After a while, she took the device off my stomach.

"Is everything alright?" Michael asked.

She sighed sadly, looking at us with apologetic eyes.

"I'm so sorry," Dr. James' voice cracked. "But I can't find a heartbeat."

~

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