30th of May, 2009
Brooklyn is 43, Michael is 50

Michael: My arms were wrapped protectively around Brooklyn's naked body.

Everything was quiet around us.

I cleared the house from everyone since Brooke had two moods the past week: she was either cranky or really, really horny.

And when I say horny, I mean waking me up in the middle of the night because she wants me to satisfy her needs.

The kids were at my mother's since last night, and I dismissed the staff for the weekend.

I kissed Brooke's shoulder and let my hand go over her bump. This baby was bigger than any of our other children. I was surprised at how much he grew in two short weeks.

"Do you think my age will effect this baby's health?" she suddenly asked.

"No, he seems perfect to me." I answered.

"But women my age don't have babies."

"Of course they do, babe. This is the 21st century, I've heard of people in their sixties that have babies. You're basically as good as a 25-year-old."

"I lost Destiny when I was 25, Mike." she said.

"But back then we were oblivious to the stress and what it did to you. He's been in there for three months before we actually knew you were pregnant. I believe he's perfectly good in there." I kissed her cheek.

It was followed by a kiss from her, and a very loving one. "Thank you for making me feel better."

"Don't mention it. I wouldn't want you insecure when you're pregnant with my baby. And, you're super sexy right now..." I kissed her again.

"You're only saying that because you want another round."

"Guilty."

"One more round and then we'll go make breakfast..." she breathed as I moved to her neck, my lips sucking hard. It was already full of hickeys I gave her last night.

I traveled with my lips down her body, and gave her bump a kiss before continuing down.

~

Brooklyn: "It smells delicious, babe." Michael complimented the bacon and eggs I was making.

I had to stop myself from eating everything that was ready. I was starving.

"Mike, can you get me peanut butter and some pickles, please?" I questioned, wanting something to munch on.

"I swear, that's the weirdest craving you ever had. Other men's wives crave chocolate or strawberries, while mine wants pickles dipped in peanut butter." he chuckled.

I rolled my eyes and kept cooking.

Michael placed a jar full of peanut butter and a plate of pickles next to the stove.

"Is that all?" he asked as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

That simple touch of his hands on the bottom my stomach made me horny again.

I turned off the stove. "Actually, I could use something else..."

He spun me around, leaning down to kiss me.

"Is that what you wanted?" he smirked as he pulled away.

"More of that, though..."

He kissed me again, this time with a little bit more passion.

"Stop teasing and fuck me already!" I groaned when he pulled away, again.

"Oh, so that's what you wanted..."

I hit his chest, making him chuckle.

He lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist, then propped me up on the kitchen counter.

I wasn't wearing much, except for one of his pajama shirts. Underwear seemed irrelevant to wear, since all we were doing was have sex.

"You are so wet..." he whispered, sliding two fingers into me.

I gasped at the sudden action, but quickly eased into it once he started rubbing fast.

"Faster, Mike..." I moaned, and dug my fingernails into his shoulder.

I steadied myself with my other hand while thrusting my hips towards his hand that pleasured me.

My orgasm started building up, and I was ready to scream my husband's name, but he took his fingers out.

"W-why did you stop?" I asked, breathless.

He wiped his fingers with a paper towel, "You hurt my shoulder."

"Me? I'm the one who was just fingered on the counter! Do you know how uncomfortable that is? And you didn't even let me come!"

He shrugged, helping me off the counter.

I fixed myself a bit, then snatched the plate that I made for him to my side of the table.

"I was planning to eat that." he said.

"And I was planning to feel an orgasm, so I guess we're even." I stuck my tongue out.

"You're acting like a baby."

"I'm allowed, I'm carrying one."

I started eating from both of our plates.

"Fine, I guess you won't be getting any peanut butter-dipped pickles for the next few weeks..." Michael got a hold of the peanut butter and pickles he prepared for me.

He dipped a pickle, then stared at it for a while.

"Let's see you eat it... I promise you won't like it."

He sighed and offered it to me. I smiled victoriously, eating it as he held it.

My husband kept on feeding me another pickle. "Can I get my breakfast back?"

"Yeah, take mine, too... I think I'll just keep eating this." I took another bite.

"You sure?"

I nodded, "Baby Chris loves this."

I thought it would be weird naming my child after my brother. It was hard for me to think of calling someone that who wasn't Chris. Just like I suggested giving Prince another name because he wasn't Michael, and calling him 'Junior' all the time wasn't what I wanted. But Chris seemed to fit this baby, and he was responding to that name, too.

"Baby Chris... It warms my heart to hear that." Michael smiled warmly.

"You need to clean that counter." I mumbled.

"Why? It's not even my juices. Maybe, if we had actual sex, I would've... This one is all on you."

"What happened to my sweet gentleman Michael that would've done anything for his pregnant wife?" I scoffed.

"That was four babies ago, when it was actually risky for you to things on your feet. But since everything is perfect, you're welcome to clean up the counter." he said.

I rolled my eyes and left the kitchen, not before taking the peanut butter and pickles with me.

~

Michael rubbed my thigh gently as we both looked at the pictures of houses on my laptop.

Since we were leaving to London in a little over a month, for almost a year, I thought it would be nicer if we lived in an actual home instead of a hotel room. Especially with four kids and a baby.

"How about we rent a penthouse? Look at that one, it has six bedrooms. Perfect for us." he pointed at the only penthouse that we found.

"I don't know, Mike... Five kids in an apartment? Wouldn't that be a little crowded?" I scrunched my nose, scrolling down to see more options.

"It looks pretty big." he adjusted his reading glasses.

"Yeah, but I want a house, with a backyard where the kids can play..."

"Play in what? All the rain that'll be there?"

I sighed and put a hand over my bump.

Michael decided to make it up to me, so he took me back to kitchen and ordered me to lean up against the counter with my elbows... You can guess what happen then. The baby was moving around after that last time, making me a bit annoyed.

"We're getting a house." I declared.

"Yes, dear," Michael moved his hand up from my thigh to my stomach. "Ooh, go for it, baby boy."

He was hypnotized by feeling his baby kick, so I let him feel him for a few minutes.

"Hey, Mike?" I called.

"Yeah, babe?" he looked up at me.

"I've been thinking... I realized that when he's born we'll be in London," I bit the inside of my cheek. "I don't really want my baby to be born in a different country..."

"So you wanna come home for the birth?" he asked.

"Yes." I answered.

"Okay, I can arrange that." my husband smiled, placing a kiss on my belly.

"And I don't want to have him at the hospital..."

"So where will we have him? Here?" he laughed, but that was actually what I wanted.

I was sick and tired of hospitals. I never wanted to see them again. A home birth seemed perfect for this time, and it was really in right now.

Michael saw the serious expression I had on. His face fell immediately.

"No way. You are not having our baby at home. What if something goes wrong and we're the only ones here? What if you want epidural and I won't be able give that, then you'll hate me forever."

"Please, Mike... Why do you care so much, anyways? I'm the one who's giving birth to him."

He shook his head, "I don't like this at all, Brooke... Our baby being born out of the hospital? That's insane."

"We'll have Dr. James, a nurse, your mother, my mother, and Janet. It'll be just fine. What's the worst thing that could happen?"

"There are a lot of things that can happen! Blanket was a perfectly healthy baby, until the cord wrapped around his neck! He had to be born two weeks earlier, and you had to go through a c-section!"

I flinched at the memory of Blanket's birth. It was two weeks before I even reached full-term, and everything was fine until one day I didn't feel him kick. It scared me so much I told Michael, so he rushed me to the hospital. We found out the umbilical cord was blocking his airways.

"But it won't happen again. You said yourself he's perfect." I tried convincing him.

"I only said that to calm you down. You don't really think that I'd believe that, after all of our history, right?"

I narrowed my eyes at him before getting out of his hold.

"Thanks for being such a supportive husband." I rolled my eyes.

I put my laptop on my nightstand and left the bed to find my underwear.

"I'm going for a walk." I muttered.

~

I put my bare feet in the nice water of our pool.

The sun was starting to set, making the water shine beautifully.

I leaned back on both of my arms and sighed.

I get where Michael is coming from, but this is my last chance to do something different for a change. I'd rather be cramped up at home for over 15 hours than be cramped inside a horrifying hospital room.

Baby Chris kicked a bit, like he wanted me to go back go his dad.

"Wanna go for a swim?" I asked my bump.

The baby kicked harder. I smiled, "I'll take that as a 'yes'."

I peeled off my shirt and carefully walked into the pool.

~

Michael: Current pregnant wife mood: cranky.

I sighed, deciding it wasn't a good idea to go after her.

She's crazy if she thinks I'll let her have my baby at home. I don't care how many doctors and nurses she'll bring here, I won't risk it.

I looked around our messy room, thinking of tidying up, but I couldn't care enough to do that.

Brooke's phone suddenly rang loudly.

I picked up her purse and searched for it. When I found it, I saw Frank's name on the screen.

I pressed the green button. "Hello?"

"Mike? Where's Brooke?" he asked.

"Uh, she can't talk right now." I mumbled.

"Can you tell her I called? I have some really good news for her." he said.

"Yeah, sure."

"Thanks. Bye, Mike, enjoy the rest of your weekend."

"Wait, Frank!" I called. "What are these good news?"

"Well, since you stupidly decided she shouldn't work on the tour, I started looking up some things for her to do while you're busy, because I know how much she doesn't like being home. I'm not supposed to tell you this, but since you're back in the business again, the VMA's want to tribute you... So they called me and they want Brooklyn to help them with the choreography. Isn't that great?"

Frank didn't know about Brooklyn being pregnant. No one knew, except for the family.

"Frank... She can't do it." I told him.

"Why?"

"I'll tell you, but you have to promise me not to freak out."

"Okay?"

"She's pregnant, Frank. 14 weeks, and we're having a baby boy." I smiled.

"Pregnant? When did you even get the time?" he sounded confused. "Woah, hold on... 14 weeks? Isn't that, like, four months?"

"Yup. She has a bump and all... His name be will be Chris, after Brooke's brother."

"Wow, Mike... Congratulations. Five kids, that's a lot of work." my manager laughed.

"I'll do fine." I rolled my eyes.

"I know you will, you're the greatest father I know."

"Thanks, Frank."

"Okay, don't tell Brooke about any of this, I don't want her to get mad at me."

I sighed, "Don't worry, I already pissed her off today, I'm not planning on doing it again. And by the way, when you decline the offer, don't say the reason. Brooklyn doesn't want people to know. We'll announce it after I start the tour."

"Sure, Mike. Tell her I said 'hi'. I'll come for a visit next week, to see that baby bump."

"We'd love that. Take care." I hung up.

I put Brooke's phone back in her purse.

Now what do I do? Maybe I should go talk to her.

I left the room, and started looking for my wife.

~

I found Brooklyn in the pool, leaning against a wall with her eyes closed.

"Are you naked?" I smiled mischievously when I noticed her shirt on the ceramic tiles.

She jumped, her elbow hitting the edge of the pool.

"Ow," she winced. "What do you want?"

"You disappeared."

"Yeah, because you're an ass."

I frowned at what she said.

"Don't do that." Brooke warned.

"What?" I scrunched my eyebrows.

"Don't act hurt to make me feel bad." she snorted.

"I'm sorry."

"For what? Standing up for what you want?"

I groaned loudly. "Stop with the attitude, babe."

She ignored me, leaning back again and closing her eyes.

I shook my head, then took off my clothes, leaving on my briefs.

Walking to the edge of the pool not too close to her, I jumped in.

When I rose back to the surface, Brooklyn was soaking wet. She looked so shocked it made me laugh loudly.

"Michael!" she scolded.

"Brooklyn!" I mimicked her tone.

"Ugh, you're so annoying!"

"And you're so hormonal right now, I'm actually scared you'll kill me!"

My wife glared at me, "You should be."

She walked out of the pool, her face filled with pure anger.

"Where are you going?" I asked her.

"To take a hot shower, because thanks to you, I'll have a cold tomorrow morning." she mumbled.

"You'll have a cold because you decided to swim shirtless." I smirked, examining her naked upper body.

"I didn't have a bra on." she shrugged.

"Your boobs are so beautiful right now."

"Yeah, they're getting ready to be lollipops for your son."

Her face softened suddenly, and she looked at me.

"Come take a shower with me." she said.

"I thought you're mad." I told her, getting out of the pool as well.

She blushed deeply, taking my hand. "I might be able to shake it off if you join me..."

I grabbed my clothes from the floor and led her inside.

~

Brooklyn: "Remind me to thank the baby when he's born." Michael laughed in my ear. It was that kind of sexy laugh that usually would turn me on, but it just didn't.

He lifted me up and pinned me against the shower wall. I wrapped one of my legs around him, giving him more access.

He gently pushed himself inside of me, thrusting very slowly at first.

I didn't like this position at all; he had one of his hand leaning against the while the other was gripping my ass tightly and held me close. Too close for my liking.

Michael sped up the pace, but that just made everything worse.

I became uncomfortable very quickly, the feeling of him inside me actually hurting me. And my breasts became so sore all of a sudden.

"Mike, can we stop?" I asked as he bit the skin of my neck.

"What is it? I can massage your nipples or suck on your neck if you want... I know how much you like that..." Michael breathed heavily, still thrusting in and out of me.

"No, it kinda hurts."

He hurried to pull out, "Sorry, baby. Didn't realize there's a bump in the way."

I giggled at that.

"You look tired... Let's clean up and go to bed. How does that sound?" he smiled sweetly.

"Perfect."

As he washed my hair, I couldn't help but feel grateful that he made this weekend for us. I needed it as much as he did.

"Brooke, about the birth..." he started. I was ready to argue again whether we'll be doing it home or at the hospital. "I guess we can have him at home. But only if the rest of the pregnancy goes smoothly."

I grinned happily and attacked him in a hug.

"Yay! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I said, feeling relieved that I won't have to see that awful place again.

Michael hugged me back, "You're lucky this is our last child."

"I love you, Mike. And I love this baby, too." I felt my tears emerge.

These pregnancy hormones were getting on my nerves.

"Aww, babe, I love you more. But why are you crying?" my husband chuckled lowly.

"I don't know... I just feel so incredibly lucky to have you and the kids, and now this baby."

"Me too. I bet he'll look like you."

"I doubt it. I think he'll be a mixture of Paris and Blanket. He'll have blue eyes, but he'll be a mini-Michael."

"But what if he'll get your green eyes? That would be more perfect."

We kept arguing about what our new baby would look like, then went to bed.

"Goodnight, baby Chris. Daddy loves you." Michael whispered to my bump before cuddling me to sleep.