11th of August, 1997
Brooklyn is 31, Michael is 38

Brooklyn: Michael rubbed my back as I threw up.

It's been like this for a few mornings now, and we both knew that I was pregnant, even if I still didn't take a test.

I guess Cynthia's advice about being spontaneous worked.

"You know what this means, right?" Michael asked while I brushed my teeth. "You're going home."

I scoffed, but he got out of the bathroom before I got a chance to say anything.

"Michaaaaellll, I don't want to go home." I whined, wrapping my arms around him from the back.

"This isn't gonna work, babe." he said, putting his phone to his ear.

"Pretty please."

He ignored me. Sighing, I took a seat on the bed.

"Brandon, I need a plane to take Brooke and Prince home." my husband talked into the phone.

I puckered my lips and looked up at him.

He turned away, still speaking to Brandon.

"I won't perform, just let me stay with you." I told him once he hung up.

"There's no point in trying. I already made a decision, you and Prince will be boarding a plane home in a couple of hours. I gotta talk to mother and Janet to keep an eye on you."

"Are you really willing to just send this home?" I asked, taking a smiling Prince into my arms.

"Yes, if it's what's best for you."

I groaned, "Please, please, please. I'll rest, I'll barely leave the hotel. I'll even let the nanny take care of Prince if I feel too tired... Just don't make me go home."

I could see he was starting to cave in.
"Fine. But you'll rest."

Prince's smile got bigger and he squealed. He stretched out his arms to Michael, who gladly took him.

"Why are you and mommy so cute? It's not fair." he pouted, placing a kiss on our son's forehead.

"I'll just go take a test to make sure I really am pregnant." I said, taking a test out of my suitcase. Michael made me pack at least twenty just so we can check after each time of trying.

"That's not gonna be necessary, babe. Your hips are bigger." he commented.

I flipped him off, making him gasp and cover Prince's eyes.

"See? You're even moody."

I squinted my eyes at him before going back to the bathroom.

After about three minutes of waiting, we finally got the answer.

I was definitely pregnant. Again.

~

7th of September, 1997
Brooklyn is 31, Michael is 39

Michael: I walked into the hotel suite and closed the door behind me.

I noticed silver trays with empty plates on them everywhere.

I shook my head, popping a lonely grape I found into my mouth.

The shower was on, making me sigh. She shouldn't be awake so late.

Prince was sleeping peacefully in his crib. I smiled and kissed his nose.

As he got older, I could see why my in-laws said he resembled Chris. He looked exactly like him, except for a few features that were mine and Brooke's.

Something smelled. Badly.
I realized it was me. I was after a show, after all.

A shower is definitely what I need.

"Babe?" I called once I was inside the bathroom.

She peeked her head through the curtain. I scanned her curvy figure that was clear, and licked my lips.

"Hey, Mike." Brooklyn smiled.

"Can I come in?"

"Sure."

I hurried to strip out of my clothes, then got in with her.

"Why are you up this late?" I asked.

She shrugged, "I couldn't fall asleep."

I kissed her shoulder lightly, before seeing her noticeable bump. I totally forgot about it being there.

We had no idea how far along she was. I did suggest that we'd get a doctor and check, but she refused, unless it was Dr. James.

Luckily, we were going home in a couple of days. I was so worried something might happen if she stayed on tour. Everything seemed fine... For now.

Brooke did as she promised. She was resting, she wasn't handling Prince too much.

I was so happy she agreed to do this again. Prince's pregnancy was a little hard on her, so I had my doubts before asking her.

"How was the show?" my wife questioned.

"Great. But I missed you today... And Prince... And this new baby, too..." I mumbled into her skin.

She laughed, "We missed you, too. And she started kicking."

"She? You think it's a girl?"

"I know it is."

I bit my lip as my hands traveled to her stomach. They covered her bump completely, but I just wanted to feel it.

"You won't feel her. I barely feel her," Brooke said. "But, my feet do hurt... Maybe I could get a little massage after the shower?"

"Of course. As long as we order something to eat, I haven't eaten all day, unlike other people." I told her.

She rolled her eyes, "You're the one who wanted another baby. I was craving a lot of chocolate today. And now I want pickles."

"Fine, we'll get pickles." I sighed.

"With peanut butter."

"Gross."

~

Brooklyn: "I can't believe it's 3 AM and Prince hadn't cried yet." Michael said, and took a bite of the chicken he ordered.

"Louise wore him out today." I shrugged, referring to our nanny.

I dipped a pickle into the jar of peanut butter and ate it quickly.

"I'll just take this away, we don't want you to get too fat this time..." he smirked, then took the jar from me.

"Says the man who eats chicken at 3 in the morning. Are you sure I'm the one pregnant?"

"Hey, I'm just being sympathetic to ya. I gotta know how my woman feels, right?"

I rolled my eyes, snatching back the jar that was already half empty.

"Do you want to talk about names?" I said.

I had a strong feeling this baby was a girl. Like my dad's need for a granddaughter was heard somewhere when she was conceived.

But, I had to admit, I was a bit scared. Scared that this baby girl might not survive, just like Destiny. Although she seemed fine, considering we haven't checked her out yet, I had my worries.

"Um," Michael smiled. "I've thought maybe we can name her Paris. If it really is a girl. If it's another boy, then we are naming him after Chris, no doubt in that."

"Paris? I don't know." I mumbled as I put another peanut butter covered pickle in my mouth.

"What is there to know? It's a great name for a baby girl."

"Yeah, just not mine. I am not naming my daughter after a city."

He looked hurt from my words. It was true, though. The name was too cliché for me. I even refused when he wanted to give Prince his name, until he somehow convinced me into going with it.

"Well, she's my daughter, too. And I'm naming her Paris." my husband stated.

I rolled my eyes, "What if it's a boy?"

"Christopher Joseph Jackson."

"Now that's a name I like." I giggled.

I covered my mouth as I yawned loudly, and leaned back in my chair.

"I think it's time you go to sleep." Michael said, getting up. I watched him sleepily when he organized the little table.

He then helped me up, carefully taking me over to the bed.

As soon as I lay down, Prince started crying.

I groaned and sat up.

"I got him, babe. Sleep, you need it." my husband kissed me.

I pulled him in for another loving kiss before laying back down. I got comfortable, and in a few minutes I fell asleep.

~

I woke up happy. Or, what Michael liked to call "Pregnant happy". He claimed the hormones were just making me perky and cheerful.

After washing my face and brushing my teeth, I noticed a note on my husband's pillow.

'I had to go meet some people. I'll be back by noon. Love you.
P.S. There's breakfast on the table.'

I smiled. He's so sweet.

I walked into the small living room, instantly spotting Louise and Prince.

"Good morning, Mrs. Jackson." she said.

"Good morning," I stretched. "Hey, baby boy. How'd you sleep?"

My son reached his arms out for me, and I took him.

"He woke up two hours ago." Louise informed.

I nodded, placing a kiss on Prince's lips.

"Did he eat?"

"Yeah. You should, too."

I shook my head, feeling nauseous all of a sudden.

I gave Prince back to his nanny, then ran to the bathroom. Everything I had last night was in the toilet soon.

"Are you alright, Mrs. Jackson?" Louise asked from the room.

"Yeah," I mumbled. "It's just morning sickness. I'll be out in a minute."

I hovered over the toilet as I felt another wave coming. I closed my eyes and hoped it would just go away.

Big hands were suddenly on my back.

"Let it out, babe. I'm right here." Michael cooed.

"I thought you'd be back by noon." I said, straightening up.

"It's 12:30 PM."

I widened my eyes, "I slept that much?"

He nodded, helping me stand.

"No more late night snacks for you." he smiled.

I scoffed, walking over to the sink to brush my teeth for the second time today.

~

22nd of September, 1997
Brooklyn and Janet are 31, Michael is 39

Michael: "I thought you were kidding when you said she's pregnant again!" Janet gasped when she saw Brooke.

My wife rolled her eyes and hugged her.

Her bump was now very noticeable. It surprised me.

We had a checkup scheduled for later today, finally.

Ever since we came back home she kept refusing to go. I had no idea why, it drove me crazy.

I told her we have to see how our baby was doing, just to be sure everything's okay. That made her come to her senses.

Janet came to see us, and later babysit Prince. She brought Kate so neither of our kids would be bored.

"We need to get going." I told the girls.

Brooklyn sighed, letting go of Janet.

I opened the front door, "Thanks again, Dunk. We'll be back soon!"

"Tell me, why did I agree to do this again?" my wife groaned as the car passed the Neverland gates.

"Because you love me and you want another baby." I grinned, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

"That's a small part of it."

I kissed her softly and placed my hand on her stomach.

Very small taps were felt. I broke the kiss, staring down at my hand.

"You feel it?" Brooke asked, the smile spread across her face.

"Oh, I feel it alright. She is going at it." I answered.

Her smile faded quickly. She pushed my hand slightly away from her bump, and scooted away from me.

I raised my eyebrows, "What's up with you?"

"Huh? Oh, nothing. I just need some space."

I sighed as she moved farther away from me, to the other side of the car.

~

Dr. James widened her eyes when we walked into her office.

"I expected you to have a flat stomach." she told Brooke.

We took a seat and she started asking questions.

"When did you find out about this one?"

"A couple of months ago? Yeah, that sounds about right," my wife said. "I just didn't want to go home, so Michael let me stay on tour... We haven't checked anything because I wanted you."

The doctor nodded, then asked her to lay down.

"Just by this bump I can tell you're at least four months along. I'm surprised you didn't come earlier... But the baby is kicking, and that's a good sign. Let's check on it, shall we?"

I nodded impatiently.

Dr. James placed the scanner on Brooke, and soon a picture of a small baby showed up.

A heartbeat followed, lifting a giant weight off my chest.

"Yup, as I suspected. When was your last period, hun?" Dr. James looked at Brooklyn.

"Sometime at the end of May, I think." she said, joining me as I stared at the screen.

"There you go, then. 13 weeks and strong. I don't think you'll need bedrest this time, Brooke. Would you like to know the sex?" the doctor asked.

"Yes."

"No."

I looked at my wife, confused, "What? Why not? Didn't you want to prove it's a girl?"

"I want to be surprised." she shrugged.

Something is definitely going on in her mind that I am not getting.

"I want to know," I said. "Just so we can be sure if this is Paris or Chris."

"I already told you, I am not naming my daughter Paris."

"Am I witnessing a fight?" Dr. James smirked.

"No, Michael is just annoying sometimes. And we don't want to find out, thank you." Brooklyn mumbled.

She hopped off the bed after the doctor cleaned her up.

As we were about to leave, our doctor pulled me by my arm and put her lips to my ear.

"It's Paris, by the way." she whispered.

I smiled victoriously, making her wink at me.

~

Brooklyn: "Please, let's just name her Paris! It's a beautiful, meaningful, name!" Michael exclaimed, putting a spoonful of mashed vegetables into Prince's mouth.

"We are not talking about this at dinner. Later, maybe, if I feel like it." I murmured and put the fork down.

"You won't feel like it."

"I know."

He groaned, giving his attention back to Prince.

"I don't get it, it's a great name." Janet told me.

"I just don't like it, okay? Would you both just get off my back?" I snapped.

Both of them looked taken aback. I sighed, excusing myself from the table.

I went to our bedroom and took a seat on the bed.

The bump I had proved that my baby was indeed okay, but my fears never went away.

She's fine. She'll be a healthy, beautiful, baby, just like Prince. She won't die.

Michael knocked on the door frame, looking both annoyed and worried at the same time.

"Are you gonna tell me what's going on, or are you just gonna keep up with this attitude?" he asked.

"I'm gonna change into my pajamas because I am tired." I said, standing up.

He grabbed my wrist, making me turn to him. Our eyes locked, and I could tell he saw the fear in mine. "What is it?"

I looked away, pulling my arm from his hold.

"Goodnight. Give Prince a kiss for me." I said quietly.

I heard him inhale deeply before I disappeared into my closet room.

As soon as I heard him walk away, I stepped into his, searching for something in his drawers.

I found the little pink onesie that was supposed to be Destiny's and held it close to me as the tears started flowing down my cheeks.