10th of April, 2009
Brooklyn is 43, Michael is 50

Brooklyn: "Ooh, I like her." Michael said, pointing at the blonde dancer on the stage.

"Yeah, me too. She's really good." I smiled.

"Kenny, what do you think?" he turned to the director.

"Your choice, Michael." Kenny told him.

I leaned closer to Michael, "I think we should take her."

"I agree."

"Okay, everyone, thank you!" Kenny yelled, and all the dancers scattered around the big stage.

"That was a long day." I sighed.

I was so tired. For no reason whatsoever, I've been staying awake almost every night. I couldn't fall asleep, no matter how hard I tried.

Now that Michael and I were working for almost twelve hours straight, if not more, getting sleep at night was something I only dreamt about. Michael, surprisingly, slept like a baby each night.

These auditions were getting on my  last nerve, and Michael saw it.

"Wanna go home?" he asked, rubbing my shoulder.

"Yes, please." I answered.

He stood up and offered me a hand.

I took it, making him pull me to my feet.

As soon as I was standing, my head started spinning.

I clutched his hand tighter in fear I would fall.

"Babe?" my husband sat me back down. "Hey, you okay? Can someone get Brooke a bottle of water, please?"

"I'm fine, Mike..." I said.

"What was that?"

I only shook my head because I didn't know either.

I took the offered water bottle someone held out, and drank a few sips.

"We're definitely going home. Right now." Michael declared, this time helping me up slowly.

~

"I think it's just the pressure of working so much." I told my mother over the phone.

Since we got home I've been in bed with a huge migraine.

"Are you sure, honey? Maybe it's something else..." she trailed off.

"Like what?"

"When was the last time you and Michael had unprotected sex?"

"Mom!" I exclaimed, not wanting to talk to Marie about it.

Yes, I started calling her 'mom'. It took me some time, but I eventually let myself open up to her completely. It happened back when the second allegations broke out. The kids stayed at my parents' house almost the entire time of the court, and I went to my mother for emotional support. She really helped me stay strong for Michael.

She chuckled, "What? I'm just wondering if you might be pregnant."

"Uh, no. I'm too old to be having babies." I said.

"You are not," Marie snickered. "So when was the last time?"

"I don't know, we've done it many times in the last couple months..."

I tried thinking of the last time Michael didn't put a condom on, but I couldn't figure out anything.

"Well, take a test and tell me the results." Marie said.

"No, because I'm not pregnant. I've been pregnant enough times to know if I was pregnant." I rolled my eyes.

"Fine..."

"Mom, I'm not pregnant."

"Okay, okay, I didn't say you were... I'm just coming up with suggestions..."

I saw the bathroom door open and Michael walked out, joining me in bed.

"We're gonna go to sleep, mom... Goodnight, I love you." I mumbled into the phone.

"Goodnight, honey. I love you more." she hung up.

"Was that Marie? How is she?" Michael wrapped his arm around me tightly.

"She's good... A little crazy, but good..." I giggled.

"Crazy?"

"Yeah, you know her and her crazy mind."

"What did she say?" he questioned.

"I told her I wasn't feeling too good today, with my headache and everything going on, and she suggested I might be pregnant. Absolutely crazy."

He let out a chuckle, "You can't be pregnant. I know for sure."

"That's what I told her!"

My husband let go of me and groaned as he turned on his back.

I followed his actions. "What is it?"

"My back is acting up again." he said, trying to find a comfortable position.

"Do you need me to call your doctor?"

"No, I'll suck it up."

"Michael..." I sighed.

"I'll be fine, baby," he kissed me. "Let's go to sleep, okay?"

"Fine, but I'm still calling your doctor." I kissed him back.

~

15th of April, 2009
Brooklyn is 43, Michael is 50

Michael: More headaches and more complaining. That's what's been going on with Brooke for the last few days.

She's gone from giving a hundred percent of herself to not wanting to get out of bed.

"Just go without me... I'll come later." she said as I tried waking her up.

"Okay, but I need you there no later than 12."

"You got it, Mike."

I kissed her forehead and left with my two bodyguards.

I did not understand why she became so fatigue all of a sudden; not to mention she's been getting upset over every little thing.

I was just hoping she'd feel better soon, because we were just starting rehearsals. It was crucial that she'd participate in them.

"Bye, daddy! Have a good day at work!" Paris said.

"Thanks, Parry. Have fun at school." I smiled, placing a small kiss on her cheek.

~

21st of April, 2009
Brooklyn is 43, Janet is 42, and Michael is 50

Brooklyn: I was better in a couple of days, but Michael insisted I'd stay home for a little longer, then it was straight to teaching the dancers we chose all the choreography.

As I was standing in Michael's and I's closet room, trying to figure out what to wear, Michael appeared.

"What's taking you so long? We're already late." he said, annoyed.

"I'm sorry, I just can't find anything to wear."

"You have so many clothes."

"It's not that..." I looked down, ashamed to admit that nothing I tried on fit me.

"Then what? If we don't leave now they'll start without us. I want to see how much they know 'Smooth Criminal'." he told me.

"Nothing fits, Mike..."

"What?" he asked, dumbfounded.

"I gained weight, okay? Ugh, this is so frustrating! I'm working so much I should be losing weight, not gaining it!" I answered.

He sighed, "Come on, wear sweatpants, I'll take you shopping for some new clothes."

"Aren't we late?" I mumbled, trying on another pair of jeans, but failed to zip them up.

"They can wait, this is important. Let's go." Michael smiled at my attempt to close my pants.

I scoffed and pulled on some sweatpants.

~

Michael: I waited for Brooke to pick the last shirt she said she's getting.

"Sir," Bill walked up to me, holding his phone out. "It's Kenny Ortega. He's asking where you are."

"Tell him we'll get there in less than an hour." I said.

He put his phone to his ear and mumbled something, then hung up.

"Mike, I'm done." Brooklyn stepped out of the changing room.

"Thank goodness." I heard Dan say quietly.

My wife raised her eyebrows. "Excuse me?"

"Nothing."

I chuckled and patted his shoulder, "Nice save."

I offered my wife a hand and took her to the cashier to pay for all the new clothes she bought.

~

Brooklyn: I felt so gross today. If gaining weight wasn't enough, now my stomach was turning.

"Everyone, just watch Brooklyn and I this once, then I want to go over the choreography with Mekia." Michael instructed into the microphone.

"Sure, Mike. Go for it." Travis Payne smiled.

Michael cued the music, and 'The Way You Make Me Feel' started playing.

I walked towards him as he sang.

Just as I was about to reach him, I got that same dizziness again.

I stopped in my tracks.

The stage blurred, and before I knew it, I was throwing up.

Unfamiliar hands helped me steady myself.

I stood up, but whoever grabbed my hips stopped me.

"Easy, Mrs. Jackson..." a man said.

The music stopped and the man's hands were replaced by Michael's strong ones.

"Let's sit you down." he whispered, picking me up.

"I'm so sorry, Mike... I really don't know what's been going on with me lately."

I hid my face in the crook of his neck, embarrassed as hell. All these people saw me puke all over the stage.

"Babe," he chuckled lowly. "It's alright. It's not your fault you're not feeling well. We'll go home."

"No, we already missed enough today-" I started, but he cut me off.

"Shh. Just let me take care of things."

I nodded, grateful that he was willing to give up a day to take care of me.

~

Michael: I instructed Steve to take us to the hospital.

I was not liking Brooke's condition at all, and letting a professional doctor check her seemed like the right thing to do.

"I thought we were going home." she muttered when she saw that we were nearing UCLA Medical Center.

"We will, after we make sure you're okay, I promise." I told her, stroking her hair.

~

The kids opened the door to Brooklyn's hospital room, and attacked her in a hug.

I asked Janet to pick them up early from school so they could come here, because it looked like we weren't getting out of this hospital any time soon.

"What happened?" Janet asked worriedly.

"Nothing, Michael only wanted to make sure I'm okay... It was a crazy day." Brooke answered, and returned the hug Prince gave her.

"Mr. and Mrs. Jackson, we have results for the blood test we did earlier." a nurse smiled as she walked in.

"Dunk, take the kids." I said.

My sister nodded, but of course, one of my children had to protest.

"Daddy, we wanna know what's wrong with mommy!" Blanket clutched on Brooke's arm.

"Blanket, we'll tell you later. But right now only mommy and I need to hear this." I told him.

"Fine." he huffed, and joined his siblings.

"So?" Brooklyn sat up once the door closed.

"Is it something serious?" I questioned.

"No, not at all... I actually think you deserve to be congratulated," the nurse's smile widened. "You're pregnant."

"What?"

"You're pregnant, Mrs. Jackson. Everything you've described are symptoms of pregnancy. I'll go get an ultrasound machine so we could check on this baby, and see what week you are."

I sighed, leaning back. When did this happen?

"I guess Marie was right." Brooke covered her face.

A grin spread across my face when I realized what this meant. "Babe... We're having another baby!"

"But Michael, what about the tour? I can't let you do this on your own... And I'm too old to be doing this again... This is wrong." my wife started crying.

"Hey," I whispered, removing her hands so she'd look at me. "Hey, we're having a baby... Another baby Jackson, how amazing is that?"

She sniffled. "Pretty amazing."

"See? We should thank God and tell the kids they're having a baby brother."

"Or a sister."

"No, Paris is the princess of this family and it will stay that way." I said.

She giggled and kissed me.

I leaned down, pulling up her hospital robe and exposing her stomach.

I put my lips to her skin, making her shriek.

"Michael, that tickles."

"Hi, baby Jackson, it's your daddy...," I whispered. "Listen, I know your timing isn't the best, or maybe you weren't planned, but we still want you and hope you'll come into our lives healthy and beautiful so we could love you endlessly."

"Aww, Mike..." Brooke cried more than she was already crying.

I smiled and hugged her. We pulled away so we could kiss.

The kiss lasted until the same nurse came back, asking us if we're ready to see our baby.

We both said that we were. My heart started beating so fast it could've burst out of my chest at any second.

~

Brooklyn: "Oh, my Gosh... Babe, we're having another baby..." Michael gasped once the picture of our baby was clear on the screen.

I took a deep breath and looked at it myself.

There it was. It had a tiny head, two hands, and two legs.

"I'd say you're around ten weeks, Mrs. Jackson." the nurse said.

"Ten weeks? That means..." Michael blushed deeply.

"Valentine's Day." I laughed.

He joined me, then the nurse took the scanner off my stomach and wiped off the gel.

"I'll go print those pictures out for you." she stood up.

I couldn't believe it. How did I get pregnant again? And now? Could this baby have a worst timing?

My husband held my hand tightly, "I'm gonna be a daddy at 51. Can you believe it? Oh, and you're gonna have a bump soon! And I'll be able to feel him..."

He kissed me tenderly while putting his big hand over my stomach.

"Hey, you guys, can we come in?" Janet asked through the door.

Michael got up to open the door for her and our four kids.

"So what's wrong with mom?" Prince looked curious.

"Nothing, son," his father grinned. "It's actually something pretty exciting."

The same nurse that treated me before walked in and gave Michael the set of pictures.

"Once again, congratulations."

He adored the pictures for a few seconds then showed our kids.

"Is that-" Paris started, but my husband couldn't help his excitement and cut her off.

"Yeah! You're having a baby brother!"

"You have got to be kidding me... When the hell did this happen?" Janet crossed her arms.

"About three months ago..." I mumbled.

Michael's smile got bigger as he gave her the pictures.

"I'm gonna be a big brother?" Blanket hugged me.

"Yeah, honey." I kissed his hair.

"Thank you, mommy! I always wanted to be a big brother!"

Michael stared at us lovingly, and we all gathered into a giant family hug.