18th of February, 2000
Brooklyn is 34, Michael is 41

Michael: "I can't be in Neverland anymore."

Is this a joke? This is our home. The home where we plan on raising our children in.

"This- this is our home, Brooklyn." I said, sounding a bit offended.

"I know... But-"

I cut her off, "But what? We've been living here almost our entire married life. What's this sudden urge to leave?"

"I feel like everyone who loves this place dies... Chris, then Linda. What if something goes wrong with dad? Or you? And it's all because we stay here." she explained.

Anger filled me. What did Paul say to her that made her doubt living in our home?

"Don't be mad, Michael, please... You have to understand where I'm coming from. I love Neverland so much, I just got scared. Don't you think my worries are relevant?"

I scooter away from her.

"I have every right to be mad! This is the home I bought for us to spend the rest of our lives in! I built this whole theme park for us to enjoy because I knew once you married me you won't be able to go anywhere, just like me. And now you say you can't live here anymore?"

She looked at me, speechless.

Now she has nothing to say?

"Answer me." I ordered.

"I- I'm scared something might happen."

"Nothing is going to happen. I'm perfectly fine, babe. Joshua is gonna be okay. You saw him a few days ago, you know he's doing just fine," I told her. "These are happy times. We're not going anywhere, alright? This is our home, and we're gonna bring Kamron here, so he'll grow up with his brother and sister and have the childhood he deserves."

Brooke brought her knees up to her chest and started sobbing.

"I thought letting Paul stay here would be good for me, because I haven't seen him in a long time. But seeing him walk in without Linda hurt me so much."

It was clear to me that she was still not over Linda's death. She was one of her closest friends. And she never really got time to grieve.

She was the happiest I've seen her after our little wedding, forgetting all her worries. Then we got too busy for her to be sad.

"I'm sorry." I wrapped and arm around her.

I get that she's scared, but this is the happiest place on earth for us. There was no way she really meant it when she said she wants to leave.

"I'm the one who should apologize for bringing up such a stupid thing. You're right, this is our home. And we will raise all our children here." she wiped her tears, hugging me.

I hugged her back tightly.

"Can we visit dad tomorrow?" she asked.

"Yeah, sure." I answered.

My wife put her head against my chest and inhaled deeply.

There were a few minutes of silence, until I decided to break it, "Babe, I just want you to know that I'm not planning on leaving you anytime soon."

"I know," she smiled. "Heaven can wait."

That instantly sparked up an inspiration.

"Go to sleep, I'll come back later." I said, letting go of her.

"Where are you going?" Brooklyn questioned as I got out of bed.

"To the studio."

"Don't be there all night!" she called when I was already halfway out the door.

But I knew I was going to be there all night long, coming up with a song.

~

19th of February, 2000
Brooklyn is 34, Michael is 41

Brooklyn: It was obvious to me that I wouldn't find Michael in bed when I'd wake up.

I yawned as I held my coffee mug in my hand and made my way to our home studio.

Quietly, I opened the door.

Michael was sitting at the mixing console, looking tired as hell.

Papers were all over the room, either crumpled up or scattered in large groups.

I walked over to a pile of papers and went over them.

"I thought I told you not to stay up all night." I sighed.

He jumped a little before answering. "But I got a song done. I think. Wanna hear it?"

I picked up a page that had his scrambled handwriting on it, and went over the lyrics.

"Tell the angels no, I don't wanna leave my baby alone
I don't want nobody else to hold you
That's a chance I'll take
Baby, I'll stay, heaven can wait
No, if the angels take me from this earth
I would tell them bring me back to her
It's a chance I'll take, heaven can wait..."

I giggled at the thought of last night's talk, when he promised he'll never leave me, being the inspiration for this new song.

"What's it called?" I asked, reading some more lyrics.

"Heaven Can Wait." he mumbled.

I put my mug down and hugged his shoulders lazily.
"I demand credits."

Michael snickered, hitting the play button.

I closed my eyes and listened. His voice was so smooth.

"It's really good." I whispered in his ear.

"Good?! It's freakin' amazing! Damn, Mike! Play it again!" Chris's loud voice caught us both off guard.

We turned around and saw him and Paul smiling widely.

Michael blushed deeply, "Thank you."

He stopped the song quickly, making me frown. I wanted it to play on forever.

"I'm gonna take a very long nap," he yawned, then placed a soft kiss on my lips. "Goodnight, everyone."

~

23rd of March, 2000
Brooklyn is 34, Janet is 33, and Michael is 41

Brooklyn: "Why can't you come over, again?" Janet asked for the millionth time.

"Because I can't. Michael and I are busy." I mumbled, not wanting to give in the fact that we were catching a flight to Kenya in three hours. We were finally bringing Kamron home.

I folded another shirt and put it into my suitcase neatly.

"But I'm so bored!" my best friend whined.

"Sorry, Jan."

"Ugh, just forget it!"

She hung up, making me sigh. I rubbed my face and kept packing.

"Babe," Michael called. "You ready? We need to start heading to the airport."

He walked in, probably seeing my frustrated expression, because he asked what's wrong.

"I was casually talking to Janet when she decided to get all mad because I told her we can't come over since we're busy." I told him.

He hugged me from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder.

"She's just being... Pregnant. Should I remind you how cranky you used to be? Especially at the end of it... Jeez, if we ever have another child after Kamron, I'm gonna find excuses to be out of the house."

I pushed my elbow into his ribs. He let out a tiny shriek, then let me go.

"Come on, we're gonna miss our flight."

~

Brandon: "Brandon, wake up..." I heard Janet vaguely.

I groaned and turned away from her.

"Wake up." she poked my side.

I ignored her again. This woman keeps me up all night, and now she wants me to wake up? No way.

"Brandon, my water broke."

I jumped up, looking at her. She had a smirk on her face as she sat crossed armed on her side of the bed.

I shot her a glare.

Janet was holding in her laughter. "You're so easy to fool."

"You think this is funny? What if you were really in labor?"

"You'd take me to the hospital and we'd have two baby girls. Now since you're already up, could you go get me something to eat?"

I rolled my eyes and put my head back on the pillow.

"Fine," she scoffed. "I'll just go get it myself."

The bed lost all the weight she put on it in just seconds, then I heard the door open.

It was obvious that sooner or later she would either call for my help or send Katie to do it.

My wife was so big now she could barely walk herself. The girls grew so much, and now there are only a few weeks away until they'll be here.

"Brandon! I'm too fat to do this on my own!" Janet yelled.

I unwillingly got up, very slowly.

"Could you please hurry up? I'm hungry, and in case you forgot, I'm eating for three!"

I snickered, "I'm coming, dear!"

When I stepped out of our bedroom, she had that annoyed look on her face.

"Go back to bed," I said. "I'll get you something."

She smiled victoriously, passing me.

Just as I was about to go down the first stairs, Janet called my name.

"Babe, you think I can call Brooke and ask her to come over?"

"Yeah, sure, why no-" I started saying, but then remembered they were flying to Kenya. "On second thought, I don't think that's a good idea. You need to rest, and I'm sure her and Mike are busy."

"I'll call anyways." she told me, ignoring what I said.

I mentally cursed myself for saying that, then kept going down the stairs and into the kitchen.

~

When I came back, Janet was pissed.

Uh oh.

"I hate her so much, Brandon. She just said she was busy, and I could clearly hear she wasn't! Whatever, I guess I'll just have another boring day of sleep." she angrily mumbled.

I showed her the tray of food I prepared, "Here, eat."

"I'm not hungry anymore."

She was never a very good liar.

"Baby, you have to eat." I urged.

She looked at the tray, then at me, then back at the tray.

"Give me that." she said. I gently placed it on her giant stomach and took a seat next to her.

"Brooke's just so annoying sometimes," my wife stuffed some cheese omelette into her mouth. "They're both annoying. It's like they've been trying to avoid me for the last couple months. Whenever I talk on the phone with either her or Mike, and I ask what's new, all they say is 'nothing' and move on. And believe me, I know them well enough to know there is always something new."

I sighed deeply and grabbed her hand.

I wished I could tell her already, but I promised Brooke and Mike I'd keep this whole thing a secret.

Just a few more days, and this whole thing will be over with.

~

25th of March, 2000
Brooklyn is 34, Janet is 33, and Michael is 41

Brooklyn: The alarm clock went off, waking up Michael and I.

Today is the day. We finally get to meet the new addition to our family.

My nervousness was clear to anyone who'd see me.

As I brushed my teeth, Michael placed his big hands on my shoulders, giving them a light massage.

"Hey," he had a goofy smile on when he spoke. "Don't worry about a thing. It's all done, all we gotta do is take him."

I spit out the toothpaste in my mouth, "What if the family doesn't like him? Or worse, the children."

"We already told them they're getting a baby brother. They were excited, right?"

I nodded and sighed. I seriously had no idea what I was so nervous about.

"Alright, we need to go. He's waiting for us." Michael said after we both got dressed.

I took his offered hand and followed him to the car.

~

My heartbeat grew faster when we stopped in front of the Nairobi adoption center.

I bit the inside of my cheek as we were led by Margaret who greeted us nicely down a hall. She stopped in front of a room, telling us to go in.

On a rocking chair sat Anaya, rocking our baby in her arms.

"She changed her mind about meeting you," Margaret explained when Michael asked why she was here. "She wanted to be the one to give him to you."

I took in a shaky breath as Michael pulled me over to them.

Anaya looked up at us with eyes were full of tears. It made me tear up as well, and now I could finally see Kamron. He was so beautiful.

"Thank you so much." she whispered, gently putting him in my arms. His touch sent shivers down my spine.

Michael gratefully pulled her in for a tight hug. He was crying into her shoulder, thanking her over and over again for giving birth to our new son. He also promised to take care of him and give him all the love he needs.

I placed the fragile baby in Michael's arms, giving Anaya the same tight hug as Michael.

Lastly, she gave Kamron a long kiss on the forehead before leaving us alone with him.

~

"... I promise to cherish this child and love him or her unconditionally." Michael and I said in unison, along with the other adopting parents.

There was a little ceremony held by the adopting center, before we could really take our baby home.

"Congratulations to all of you. I wish you the best of luck." the pastor smiled.

We thanked him, then stood there for a couple more minutes, just holding Kamron. It lasted until one of the bodyguards said we need to start heading back to the hotel.

"He's so beautiful." I said barely above a whisper when the car took off. A tear slid down my cheek again.

"I know, I can't wait for the kids to meet him. Oh, man, Prince is gonna be all over him!" Michael chuckled, catching my falling tear.

He's finally ours.

Just then, my phone started ringing. I took it out carefully, hoping it didn't wake Kamron, who slept peacefully.

"WHERE. THE. HELL. ARE. YOU?!" Janet's yell came bursting though the phone. "I called Neverland, and they said you and Michael are overseas! In Kenya! Why are you in Kenya when I'm about to push two fucking babies out of my vagina?!"

My mouth hung open. She's giving birth? Right now?!

"Jan, I can't- We can't come..." I stuttered, still not believing it.

Kamron started crying all of a sudden, making Michael take him from me.

"Is that a baby?" Janet asked.

I didn't know what to say. If I lie to her she's gonna hate me.

"It is... Just don't worry about it, okay? I'll explain when I see you. Focus on getting your babies out here safely. We love you." I told her, hanging up.

"Janet went into labor." I sighed.

"Perfect timing." he smirked.

"Yeah." I frowned, the thought of missing this birth saddening me.

~

Janet: I groaned loudly, throwing the phone on the couch I was leaning against.

"Brandon, get me to the fucking hospital!" I screamed as the pain increased.

I couldn't believe Brooke.

Not only she's been hiding something from me, now she's too fucking busy to help me through this.

I inhaled sharply when all I felt was pain.

"BRANDON I NEED EPIDURAL NOW!" I screeched. "If you don't want these babies to be born on our house floor you better get your ass down here!"

What is taking him so long?!

"We're here, mommy!" Katie chirped, running down the stairs.

Brandon followed her, holding my hospital bag.

"And to think I was ready to get these babies out myself." I murmured.

He wrapped an arm around my waist tightly, "Babe, relax-"

"Don't tell me what to do." I snapped.

I leaned back in the car seat once Brandon started driving.

"I called your mother. Did you call Brooke?" he asked.

"Yes, but she's all the way in fucking Kenya, so she won't be able to make it." I answered.

I looked at him, noticing the guilt on his face.

"You knew about this!" I gasped and grasped his free arm when another contraction came.

He nodded slightly.

"Well, what's this all about?"

"I can't say." he sighed.

"Tell me." I ordered, digging my nails into his skin. He didn't crack.

I pressed harder.

"Ow, okay, I'll tell you!" Brandon snatched his arm away. "They're adopting a baby. Are you happy now? They're gonna kill me for telling you, it's supposed to be a surprise."

I stared at him, not knowing what to say.

Horrible pressure suddenly built up in my abdomen, and I let out a wail.

"Go faster." I begged.

Soon enough, we were at the hospital, and I was sent into a delivery room.

My mother was there, but I couldn't help wanting Brooke with me.