16th of May, 2009
Brooklyn and Janet are 43, Michael is 50

Michael: This baby was starting to effect all of us.

Brooke, of course, was tired and cranky. Her bump was forming more and more each day, and how could I not adore it? I even felt this tiny baby kick.

The kids were enjoying the fact that their mother was home now, and like me, they couldn't shake that happy feeling that this baby will be here soon.

I returned home later than planned. Rehearsals were lasting longer these past few days, because we had things to work out. This tour had to be perfect.

When I reached our bedroom door, Brooklyn was standing there with her arms crossed over her chest, and an irritated look on her face.

She was not liking the idea of me coming home so late. Mostly because we both knew that if she stayed on this tour she would never let this happen.

"It is 1:30 in the morning, Michael." she said.

"I know, I'm sorry... We had a lot going on today." I apologized, reaching out my hand to take hers.

She snatched it away and rolled her eyes at me, going into the room.

"Okay, what did I do? I know you're not mad at me coming late, so what's this attitude all about?" I asked when I followed her.

She didn't make a sound as she got into bed.

"Baby, come on... You know I'm not responsible for being late from rehearsals."

"I was waiting for you today at 2, just like we scheduled with Dr. James and you didn't show up," she murmured, throwing an ultrasound picture on our big bed. "Congrats, daddy, you're having another baby boy."

"Oh, Jeez... Babe, I'm really, truly, sorry."

"Save it, Michael. I'm going to sleep."

I sighed, "Goodnight."

I walked to the bathroom door and reached for the handle. Just as I grabbed it, Brooke cleared her throat.

"I hope you didn't forget that it's your sister's birthday. There's a party in the evening." she said.

I closed my eyes, staying quiet.

"Of course you'd forget that, too... Jesus..."

I decided to let her calm down, because I knew I wouldn't win this argument, especially when she's as hormonal as she is. So I got into the bathroom and locked the door.

~

Brooklyn was sleeping when I returned to the bedroom.

I slid into bed next to her.

My eyes wouldn't close. I was too hyped to sleep.

A good cuddle could be useful right now.

I looked at my wife who had her back turned to me.

"Brooke," I whispered, coming closer to her. "Babe, can we cuddle? I can't fall asleep."

She only stirred a bit, but didn't wake up.

"Babe, please..."

She groaned and turned to face me, her eyes slightly opened.

"What?" Brooke mumbled.

"I need a cuddle." I told her.

"You don't deserve to cuddle us."

"I know, but I really can't sleep..."

She sighed heavily, then scooted closer to me and placed herself close to my chest. The only thing dividing us was her little, round, bump.

I slid my hand under her shirt and gave it a slight rub.

"Don't do that," Brooke whined. "He'll start kicking."

And just like she said, the baby boy inside her started moving.

"You know, I think it's time we name a baby after Chris." I said.

"Mmhm." she agreed, but her eyes were closed again and I was sure that she didn't even listen.

~

Brooklyn: Loud knocks on the door woke me up.

"Mommy, daddy says you have to wake up! He says you're leaving in thirty minutes!" Kamron said.

"Daddy can bite me." I murmured so he wouldn't hear.

I slowly sat up, but didn't find the motivation to do more than that. I just wanted to stay in bed and sleep off this entire pregnancy.

"Good morning, babe!" Michael chirped as he opened the door. "You're still in bed?! We have to leave soon!"

"Where the hell are we going so early on Saturday morning?" I asked.

"Baby shopping! We need clothes, a car seat, a stroller, a crib... Everything this little baby boy needs." he answered.

I scoffed, "If you think a baby shopping spree is gonna make me forgive you for not showing up yesterday, you're wrong."

"I don't think," he smirked. "I know. Now let's go."

I stood up and stretched, then pulled down the shirt that was already too small for me to wear.

"Maybe we should get you new clothes, too..." Michael laughed.

I shot him a glare and hurried to get inside the shower to wash the previous day away.

~

"Oh, this one is cute." Michael showed me another onesie.

"Yeah, whatever." I said, not paying attention.

I was not up for this at all; I was tired as hell.

Not to mention he only decided we should do this to make up for yesterday. He wishes.

I probably looked like shit, too. I was dressed in a pair of sweatpants and an over-sized hoodie so my bump wouldn't stand out. This pregnancy was making me feel so gross, I never wanted to show my body to anyone again.

I looked around the shop, then noticed the sea of paparazzi outside.

"Um, Mike, I think I wanna go home..." I said, pulling on his sleeve slightly.

"Huh? Why, we just got started-" he turned to look at me. "Oh. Great."

"Sir," Bill walked up to us. "Dan just called, he said both the exits are full of them."

"Amazing. So what do we do? We can't leave a baby shop with bags full of things, people will start asking questions. Especially if they see this." I pointed at my bump.

As much as I tried to hide it, it was noticeable no matter what. This hoodie was making me look like I gained ten pounds for no reason at all. Anyone who has even a tiny bit of logic could understand that I was pregnant. I'm not ready for tabloid headlines just yet.

"We can stay here for a while until things calm down a bit outside. Most of these guys are impatient, and they have other celebrities to stalk." Bill said.

I shook my head, "Non of these guys would give up such a juicy story like Michael Jackson's 43-year-old pregnant wife. Plus, there's no way I'm staying in this place for more than five minutes, it's making me sick."

I heard Michael sigh.

"We're staying, Bill. I'm not risking it, going through all those people," he ordered, then took me to sit down on one of the many rocking chairs in the shop. "And you have to stop being so annoying today. I know I messed up yesterday, but please, I just want to enjoy baby shopping with my beautiful, pregnant wife. We're having another baby, and he needs clothes, so you need to start being a bit more excited for him."

"How can I be excited when his dad won't even come to see him?"

"You can be a sourpuss and keep that annoying expression on, or we make the best of this situation and can pick clothes for our baby boy. Maybe I'll even get this rocking chair for you, you seem pretty comfortable."

I looked up at him, seeing his adorable smiling face.

"Fine," I stood up. "And you are buying me this chair."

He chuckled, "Of course, anything for you, momma bear."

I hit his shoulder lightly and intertwined our fingers.

~

To say I was exhausted when we returned home was a nice way of putting it.

"I'm gonna go take a nap... I don't wanna be tired at Janet's party." I told Michael as he helped our bodyguards bring all the bags filled with baby stuff inside.

"Okay, sleep tight, honey." he smiled.

It became more and more real with each day. I couldn't believe I'll be pushing out another baby in five months.

"Mommy!" Blanket ran to me, giving me a tight hug. He put his head on my bump. "How was baby shopping? Did you get me anything?"

"No, I'm sorry, we only got things for the baby. It's called 'baby shopping' after all." I said.

"Oh. Right." he pouted.

"Blanket, do you mind if I go sleep for a while? This baby is making me really tired."

He shrugged and let me go. I noticed his sad eyes immediately.

"Blanket, what's wrong, baby boy?"

"Will you still call me that when he's born?" he asked.

"What do you mean?"

"I won't be your baby boy anymore because you'll have him."

"Oh, of course you will. You will always be my baby boy, no matter how many more babies I have." I assured him.

"You're gonna have more babies?!" he widened his eyes.

"No, I just wanted to make a point."

"Okay. Well, goodnight, mommy." Blanket hugged me one last time before letting me go upstairs.

I didn't even get the chance to take off the hoodie I was wearing, and the baby started kicking.

I groaned, getting into bed, just hoping he'd stop soon.

~

Michael: Brooklyn was a nightmare to wake up from her nap.

"Seriously, Michael, fuck off." she pushed away my hand that was rubbing her back gently.

"But we're gonna be late if you don't get up."

She flipped me off.

"Come on, baby," I pulled her to me. "How about I run you a hot bath? It'll include a nice foot message..."

She glanced at me, "That actually sounds good."

I took the sheets off of her, then picked her up, making her giggle.

"You won't be able to do that soon." she looked at her stomach.

"I can barely do this now," I joked. "God, baby boy, you're already making mommy eat like a pig? I didn't sign up for this."

"Shut up." she rolled her eyes.

I gave her a soft kiss.

"But seriously, babe, you're heavy." I groaned, putting her down on her feet.

She scoffed and walked into the bathroom, closing the door in my face.

"Hey! I thought we were doing this together!"

"I'll tell you when you can come in!"

~

It took Brooke 10 minutes to tell me to open the door.

"What was that for?" I questioned while taking off my clothes.

She shrugged and dunked herself further into the foam-filled water.

I rolled my eyes, getting in with her.

I sat across from her. She propped her feet up on my lap, "Get to work."

"I can't even get a few moments of peace?"

"Nope. You offered to do this, so do it."

I pressed my fingers into one of her feet, and she moaned.

"Don't fall asleep." I said when I saw her leaning her head back.

"I won't."

I looked down at her bump, but I couldn't see it because of all the foam.

But her boobs were all out in the open. I licked my lips, being turned on.

We haven't had sex since we found out she's pregnant. Although I was working, some nights I just wanted to come home and make sweet love to her, but she wouldn't let me touch her.

I hoped that she didn't feel my hand that started making her way down her leg.

The tip of my fingers touched her entrance.

"What do you think you're doing?" Brooklyn asked harshly.

"Trying to make you cum..." I murmured my answer.

"We are not having sex, Michael. And get your hands out of there." she ordered and closed her legs.

"Oh, please, Brooke... I need you..." I pleaded.

"I'm not in the mood."

"Fine, I get it..." I frowned.

There were a few moments of silence as I continued rubbing her foot.

"Mike," she sighed. "I'm sorry, okay? I just feel really gross right now."

"Why, babe? You are the sexiest I've ever seen you." I grinned.

She smiled back, "I don't feel sexy, though. Look at me, I'm old, fat, and God knows how much my vagina has widened since I got pregnant."

"That's a lie. You are so tight, I can feel it from here."

She splashed water my direction, but it only hit the floor outside the tub.

"I'm serious... Why do you think I filled this bathtub with so much foam? I feel so awful I don't even want my husband to see my fat body." Brooke started tearing up.

"I'm sorry, baby..." I apologized.

She wiped her face. "What are you sorry for? It's these damn hormones."

"I got you pregnant, it's my fault you're feeling this way..."

"Don't feel guilty, Mike... This baby is everything. I'm really glad to be pregnant. I just need to get used to it again. Seven years is a long time. I didn't even remember my feet being so sore."

"I'll just keep rubbing." I sighed.

"No, come here." my wife wiggled her foot from my hold, then opened her legs.

"Babe, you don't have to do this if you don't feel comfortable." I said.

"We always had sex in every other pregnancy, and this is no different. Just don't look at me, okay?"

I nodded and placed myself in between her legs.

She kissed me passionately, making my hands cup her face.

They traveled down her body, until they reached her bump.

"Don't touch it. Imagine it doesn't exist." she placed her hand on top of mine to warm me.

"But how can I not? It's the most beautiful thing about you, after your boobs..."

"Don't touch it, or I'm getting out of this bath right now."

I rolled my eyes and gave her another kiss.

~

Prince: I wanted to puke once I heard my parents' moans from the other side of my bedroom wall.

Why did they have to give me room next to theirs?

"Prince, are you ready? Daddy said we have to be ready by- Why do you look sick?" Paris walked into my bedroom.

"Do you hear that?" I asked and she nodded. "That's why."

She scrunched her nose, "What's the big deal?"

"You are so naïve. I don't get it, dad already got mom pregnant. Hey, what would you say if I offered you to switch rooms with me?"

My sister laughed, then waved me off.

"Bye, Prince."

I groaned and decided to get out of my room with her, because there was no way in the world I'll stay to hear what my parents were doing.

~

Brooklyn: "Are you sure I should wear this? I don't want the attention to go to this baby, this is Janet's birthday." I told Michael as I stood in front of our closet room mirror in a maternity maxi dress.

"Yeah, it looks good on you." he said, pulling on his jacket.

"But look at how much it pops out..." I ran a hand over my belly.

"We have to tell the family at some point, Brooke."

"I know, but it's not just family coming..."

"Enough with the 'buts', you're wearing this beautiful, sexy, dress, that doesn't make you look pregnant at all..." he wrapped his arms around my stomach and put his chin on my shoulder.

"It's a maternity dress, Michael." I snickered.

"That won't stop me from making love to you in Janet's bathroom..."

I removed his arms from my bump and pushed him away.

"Fine, I'll keep this on, let's go." I took the purse he offered.

~

"I don't see you for a week and you're way bigger! Mike, what the hell are you giving her?" Janet said as she hugged me.

"Keep your voice down, I don't want people to know." I told her.

"She doesn't want to get all the attention at your birthday party." Michael mocked.

"I don't need attention," Janet mumbled. "On the other hand, it looks like you do... When was the last time you guys fucked? You're so uptight. Go have sex in my bedroom if you need to, Jesus..."

I scoffed, adjusting my dress so my bump won't be as seen. Why the hell did I put this dress on?

"Brooklyn!" I heard my mother call.

I sighed an turned around to see her excited expression.

"Hey, honey!" she attacked me in a tight hug. She got too close to my bump. I just wanted to push her off.

She noticed I wasn't enjoying this hug so she pulled away. Her green eyes scanned me.

"Is it me, or did you gain weight? What is Michael feeding you-" she paused when her eyes reached my stomach. "Oh, my Gosh! Josh, where are you? You have to come see this, we're having another grandchild!"

No, shut up, Marie.

"Marie, what's all this fuss about? Oh, hi, sweetheart. When did you get here?" dad appeared.

"Just now."

"You must be at least four months in with that belly! Why didn't you tell us?" Marie came to hold my stomach.

"Mom, stop it." I huffed, not liking the touch.

"Tell us what?" dad looked confused.

My mother ignored my orders, and started moving her hands around my bump, probably hoping to feel the baby kick. "Look at her, Josh, she's glowing! What did I tell you about those headaches that you had, huh? Is it a boy or a girl?"

I pushed her hands away, and my hormones were starting to get crazy again.

"I get it, Marie, I'm pregnant! You don't have to rub it in my damn face, it's not like this is an enjoyable pregnancy!" I raised my voice.

"Everything okay here?" Wissam joined us.

I groaned, "Where's the bathroom?"

"Down the hall..." he said.

"Thanks."

I hurried down the hall to find the bathroom at their new place and locked the door shut behind me.

~

Janet: Michael tried to go after Brooke, but it was too late. She closed and locked the bathroom door.

"What's up with her?" Wissam asked what we've all been dying to ask.

"She's been really hormonal all day... First I showed up late from work, then this morning I took her baby shopping, but she didn't enjoy it at all. Then she only had sex with me because I told her I felt guilty for getting her pregnant again and-" Michael explained, but I cut him off.

"Breathe, Mike. Wissam, baby, take him away from here and give him a drink, I'll get her out."

"But-"

"I don't want to hear it. I promise to get her out of this bathroom in 30 minutes, tops. Go relax."

He nodded and my boyfriend dragged him away, along with Brooke's parents.

Once they were gone, I knocked on the bathroom door.

"Go away." Brooklyn muttered.

"Open up, Brooke." I said.

"Now I can't even cry in the bathroom?"

"Not when it's my birthday."

It took her a few moments to open the door.

I closed it behind me when I was inside, and noticed her leaning on the wall, crying.

I sat next to her. Immediately, she hugged me and cried into my shoulder.

"It's not that I don't want him, because I do... A healthy pregnancy is always a blessing. It's just not the right time."

"I know, honey... It's okay to be scared..." I rubbed her back.

"I'm not scared. I'm feeling awful since we found out I was pregnant. Like a gut feeling I can't shake off." she sniffled.

"Is it Michael?"

She nodded, "He's been coming home late from work for the last week... If you saw him when he returns home you'd know why I have this feeling... He looks like all hell broke loose."

"He's gonna be okay, I promise. You're only feeling this way because it's like the first time again, and it's natural to be scared. I know you'll shake it off soon." I hugged her tighter.

She pulled away, "Sorry, I don't like being touched right now."

I laughed at her hormonal state.

"Why are you here comforting me? Let's go celebrate your birthday!" Brooke said excitedly and stood up.

"We should fix your makeup first." I smirked.

She nudged my arm.

She pulled me into another quick hug. "Thanks, Jan. You really know how to make me feel better."

"That's what best friends are for."

We hurried to fix her makeup, then went on to enjoy my birthday party.