18th of November, 1997
Brooklyn and Janet are 31, Michael is 39

Janet: Neverland was quiet when I arrived there.

"Mike? Brooke? Are you guys here?" I asked, closing the front door.

There was no one inside.

"Hey." Michael appeared.

"Where's everyone?" I asked and looked around.

"Brooke kicked everyone out. Her hormones went a little crazy yesterday." he answered.

"What did you do?"

He scratched the back of his neck, "Nothing..."

"You're the only one who can piss her off to the point where she kicks your entire staff out." I rolled my eyes.

"I brought the name thing up again..." my brother mumbled.

"Of course you did," I sighed. "So you called me to talk to her?"

"No, I want you to take her out. Go to a restaurant or something, do a little shopping... It could be good for her."

I gasped and attacked him in a hug.

"You're letting me take her out?! Aww, Mike, that's like, the nicest thing you've ever done for me!"

"Can you be more sarcastic?" he snorted.

"What? You never let me take her. Not even to my house." I told him.

"Because she needs to stay home."

"Then what changed?"

"I need some peace and quiet."

I smirked. Is he really complaining?

"You're the one who got her pregnant, now deal with it. But I'd love to take her out." I said.

His face lit up.

"Thank you. And I'd appreciate it if she comes back with a good mood."

"Why?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

"We might have a photoshoot next week that she still doesn't know about..." Michael looked away.

"You're the worst husband ever," I commented. "So where is she?"

"Sleeping. Could you wake her up?"

I laughed. "I'll let you do the honors."

He groaned and made his way up the stairs.

I couldn't help but smile at the fact that I'll finally have my best friend for a whole day.

~

Brooklyn: "Babe, you have to wake up..." Michael said.

I smacked his hand away from my shoulder and turned my back to him.

"Janet's here."

My eyes fluttered open. "What is she doing here?"

"You two are having a day out." he smiled.

"Will it include ten bodyguards?"

"Yes, but it's only for your protection."

"Fine. Call her up here to help me pick an outfit." I told him, slowly getting up.

~

"I know Michael asked you to do this only to get me out of the house." I said as Janet parked outside a nice restaurant we found.

"It's better than not doing this at all." she shrugged.

The two black SUV's that were filled with bodyguards stopped next to us, protecting our car. All the bodyguards fled out.

Dan opened the passenger door for me and helped me out.

"Thanks." I mumbled when he handed me my purse.

A crowd of cameramen started gathering as soon as we walked up to the restaurant, asking us to smile.

Janet let me in first and we were escorted to a private booth at the end of the restaurant.

I smiled, happy to finally be spending time with her.

"I missed you, Jan." I said.

"I missed you, too, honey."

"Oh, my God," I put a hand over my mouth, but failed stopping my laughter. "You sound like your mother."

"I do not!" she scoffed.

She crossed her arms, removing some red hairs away from her face.

A waiter walked our way and took our drink orders.

"Did you see the way he stared at your bump?" Janet whispered when he was gone.

"Everyone's doing it. You know I heard a picture of me pregnant is worth a million bucks? That's so outrageous." I murmured.

She shook her head in disapproval and focused on her menu.

~

Janet: "This would go perfect with your hair." Brooke beamed at a beautiful, red dress.

"You really like it like this, don't you?" I sighed, looking at my red hair in the mirror.

"I love it, Jan. You should keep it."

I took a maxi blue dress from a hanger, "What about this one for you?"

"I'm too fat to be wearing dresses." she waved me off.

I rolled my eyes and kept looking.

"Excuse me?" a voice asked.

Both Brooklyn and I turned around, noticing a girl with a camera in her hand.

"Can I have a picture with you?"

"Of course, sweetie," I smiled warmly. "What's your name?"

"Mia." she said.

"Here, you pose and I'll take the pictu-" Brooke started saying, but Mia cut her off.

"I actually want a picture with the both of you."

"In that case, Dan could take the picture."

We stood on either sides of her, and smiled.

"How did you get in, Mia? I thought the store closed for us." Brooke raised an eyebrow.

"I'm the manager's daughter," Mia smirked, looking proud. "So where's Michael?"

"He's home with our son."

She frowned. "That's too bad."

"Would you like me to call him? He always loves talking to fans." my best friend suggested.

"T- talk t- to M- Michael?"

"Yeah, hold on."

Brooke took out her phone and dialed their home number.

"Hey, Mike. There's someone here who wants to talk to you." she said, handing Mia the phone.

"H- hello? M- Michael?"

I could hear my brother's voice. The girl's smile got bigger and bigger with each moment.

"Thank you, Michael!" she chirped.

Mia gave Brooklyn her phone back, "He invited me to Neverland along with my parents."

"Here," my best friend said, taking a piece of paper and a pan out of her purse. She scribbled down something then gave it to Mia. "Call me tomorrow, we'll set a visit for the weekend. Sounds good?"

Mia nodded while gaping at the paper.

"Mom! I have Brooklyn Jackson's phone number!" she screamed as she ran to the front of the shop.

~

Brooklyn: "This was so much fun," Janet sighed once we sat inside the car to take us home. "Too bad the next time will be in three months."

"What if we have a sleepover? Kick Brandon and Katie out so we can have your whole house to ourselves." I said.

"Today?"

"Yeah, that way we don't have to go through Michael for permission. I'm tired of being bossed around by him. So what if I'm carrying his child? I'm allowed to go out and have myself some fun. I swear, I can't see the ranch anymore."

She chuckled and took out her phone, "I'll call Brandon."

I grinned, getting excited.

A night for just the two of us... This day can't get any better.

~

Michael: "Yo, Mike! Guess who's here to spend the night with you and Prince!" Brandon yelled through the house.

"What?" I asked, confused when he entered with Kate in his arms.

"Didn't the girls tell you?" he said, putting her down next to Prince.

"No..."

"Brooke's staying at our place tonight, so we're staying here."

"Yeah, uncle Mike, we're gonna have so much fun!" Katie chirped.

I sighed, nodding. I realized a night at my sister's house would only do Brooke some good.

"Can we go on the carousel, uncle Mike?" Kate asked. She looked at me with her ocean blue eyes, making it impossible to refuse to her.

"Of course, let's go." I smiled, taking Prince in my arms.

~

Brooklyn: I spun around, showing off the pajamas Janet gave me.
"How do I look?"

"Pregnant." she said.

I rolled my eyes.

"It's so unfair that you look hot and sexy, while I'll be stuck with baby fat for the next ten years." I mumbled.

"Oh, shush. You'll get rid of it as soon as you start dancing again. Unless Mike wants another baby."

"In his wildest dreams. This is the last one for a while."

"Come on," Janet got up from bed bed. "Let's eat something."

"I want pizza." I admitted. I've been craving it for a few days, but Michael didn't allow me anything that wasn't healthy enough.

"Pizza it is!" she smiled, taking my hand.

~

Janet: Brooke and I sat on two swing chairs, watching the rain fall while sipping our hot cocoa.

She groaned suddenly, and lifted up her shirt.

"Would you please stop kicking me so late at night?" she asked her bump.

"It's still super weird to see you pregnant." I told her.

"And it's even weirder to think this is your brother's baby."

"I got over that already. The only thing that bugs me is that my husband caught you two trying to make her."

She flushed red. "He should've knocked before bursting into our hotel room."

I laughed and took another sip from my drink.

"I had so much fun today, Jan. I wish we could do this more often."

Guilt washed over me. It wasn't just Michael who avoided us from seeing each other. I was busy a lot lately, and I had almost no time to even come over for a few hours.

"You know what?" I said. "I'm gonna make time to take you out some more. That way we could avoid our husbands."

Brooke giggled, "Sounds good to me. I'm this close to beating Michael's ass, he's so annoying. He won't let me do anything. Not even walk to the bathroom on my own."

"That's just the hormones talking. You're loving the attention." I rolled my eyes.

"Guilty."

We laughed, until she asked to something inside.

"It's getting cold." she said, rubbing her arms.

"Movie time!" I jumped up.

~

19th of November, 1997
Brooklyn and Janet are 31, Michael is 39

Brooklyn: Kate and Prince were shrieking happily together when we came back to Neverland.

"Ma-ma!" Prince crawled over to me.

"Hey, baby boy." I smiled, picking him up.

"Mommy, you're here!" Katie chirped and hugged Janet's leg.

"Did you have fun with daddy and uncle Mike?" she asked her daughter.

"Don't ever leave me alone with daddy again! And uncle Mike was okay."

"Your daddy isn't that bad."

"Yes he is!" Kate nodded, never letting go of her mother.

"Well, look who decided to come home." Michael smirked when he saw me, his arms folded.

"Thank you for letting Janet take me out. I really needed it." I came over to him and put my lips on his. We stayed like that for a few moments until a small hand brushed against my cheek.

"Ma-ma." Prince whined.

"Are you jealous that I'm kissing your momma, baby boy?" my husband asked him.

"Ewwww." Katie flinched.

My son nuzzled his face in my shoulder, making me laugh.

~

Michael: "Don't think I don't know the real reason you asked Jan to take me out. I know you too well, Mike." Brooklyn said, getting into bed.

"Did you have fun?" I asked and joined her.

"The most fun I've had in months." she answered.

"Ouch."

She snickered and cuddled close to me.

"Why did you have to be so good looking? It would be easier to be mad at you if you were ugly."

I sighed, "What did I do now?"

"You convinced me into having another baby with you."

I sensed her hormones were starting to act up again, so I gently let go of her.

"We should go to sleep. Goodnight, I love you." I faked a yawn.

"But I'm horny, Mike. Like, really horny. I've been waiting all day just to be in bed with you." my wife whispered seductively in my ear.

She sat up, slowly peeling off her shirt to reveal her protruding stomach along with her slightly bigger melons.

Brooke put her lips on my neck and showered it with kisses.

"Can you please show me how much you love me?"

Her hand traveled down and into my pants, grabbing me through my briefs.

My breath hitched in my throat when she started rubbing gently.

"Please..." she begged.

"Y- you have t- to stop teasin', baby..." I moaned.

She looked satisfied as she let go.

"I have one condition," I said, still overwhelmed by her sudden urge to shove her hand in my pants. "You have to do a photoshoot with me next week in LA."

"Sure, I don't mind." Brooke smiled.

That was easier than I thought it would be.

She attacked me in a hungry kiss before I let myself give in to her touch.