25th of September, 1991
Brooklyn and Janet are 25, Michael is 33
Brooklyn: "Mac! You cheater!" Michael yelled at Macaulay Culkin.
I laughed as Mac got hit by another water balloon.
Janet came running over to me, screaming. She was soaking wet. Yes, they were having a water balloon fight, it was every man to himself.
"It's too bad you can't join us." she said and frowned. She knew how much I loved water balloon fights.
"Nah, I don't need to join you. You all seem to be having fun without me." I told her.
My best friend looked at her brother, and sighed. "He's being over-protective."
"I know, but he's right. I'm carrying another person inside of me, so it's best I just sit and watch. Go, have fun, I'm right here if you need me." I smiled.
Then, I heard a splash, and Janet's back got hit by a balloon.
"I'm gonna kill you, Mike!"
I couldn't help but laugh along with my husband as he ran for his life.
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17th of October, 1991
Brooklyn is 25, Michael is 33
Brooklyn: I took off another shirt and placed it back on the shelf. I groaned in frustration.
Since my stomach started growing not so long ago, everything in my wardrobe has gotten smaller. And, unfortunately, I didn't get the chance to buy new clothes yet.
If that wasn't enough, Elizabeth Taylor was coming over in a matter of minutes for a visit, she wanted to see us. I didn't mind, I loved Liz. But finally Michael had a day off from working on the album, and I wanted to spend it with him, alone.
I pulled up another shirt.
This is going nowhere.
"Hey, babe, where did you put the gift we got for Liz?" Michael asked from the bedroom.
"It's in here!" I answered.
"Are you ready, 'cuz she's gonna be here soo-" he said when he walked into my closet room, but stopped when he saw me.
"What?" I questioned. He just stared at me.
Then, I noticed what I was wearing; only a bra and a pair of black sweatpants.
I blushed and looked away. I knew I shouldn't be shy with my body around him, but I couldn't help it, especially when it was changing like this.
"No, no, no. Don't do that," my husband hurried over to me, turning my head so I'd look at him. "It' just... It's the first I'm seeing it."
I looked down at the little bump and smiled, his large hand covering it. I pecked his soft lips.
"It's up there." I pointed at the wrapped box on the top shelf.
"Why aren't you dressed yet?" Michael asked as he reached up to the box.
"I, um... Nothing fits me." I confessed, a bit embarrassed.
He chuckled and put the present down.
"Wait here." he instructed, leaving the little room.
While he was gone, I tried on a few more tops, but I had no luck.
My husband came back with a white shirt in his hand, "Wear it."
I took the shirt and put it on my body. I sighed. I wanted to dress nicely for Elizabeth, even if she was like family and didn't care. Plus, I was exhausted.
"You don't have to see her, you know. She always comes over, she won't mind if you rest up here." he said.
"I'm not tired, Mike." I mumbled.
"You're not a liar, either, so stop lying."
"I'm not."
Michael raised his eyebrows. Of course he didn't buy it.
"I want to see Liz. I haven't seen her in a while, I missed her." I told him.
He just nodded, "Whatever you say."
I took his hand, leading him out of my closet room.
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Michael: "You look great, darling." Elizabeth told Brooklyn as we sat down.
"Thank you." my wife smiled at her.
She was tired, I could see it. She was just so stubborn sometimes.
Liz kept her eyes on me when we talked, but every now and then she would glance at Brooke's bump.
It was very distracting to me as well. I still couldn't believe it; but her protruding stomach made it all so real.
"How far are you, Brooklyn?" Liz smiled excitedly.
"Thirteen weeks," my wide told her, "Excuse me for second."
She stood up and started making her way upstairs.
"I can't believe you're becoming a father. I'm so proud of you." Elizabeth voice was a bit shaky when she spoke. I hugged her tightly.
"Excited, huh?"
I nodded, "Oh, yeah."
"I should go check on her." I said when I noticed that Brooklyn was gone for too long.
"Of course, go ahead. I'm right here." my friend smiled.
"Thank you." I kissed her cheek.
I hurried after my wife.
She was leaning against one of the big windows in our room, struggling to open it.
"Need some help?" I asked.
"Y-yeah. I just needed some fresh air." she said.
I reached my hand and quickly opened the window.
"Thanks."
She took a few deep breaths, and her hair moved in the cool wind from outside.
Brooke turned to me, a smiled covering her beautiful face.
Suddenly, her expression changed and her skin turned pale. She covered her mouth, quickly running to the bathroom.
Here we go again.
I pulled her hair up and sighed.
"This shouldn't be happening now. That's why it's called morning sickness." my wife mumbled before holding onto the toilet again.
"Let it out, babe." I said, rubbing her back. I hated seeing her like this.
It took her some time to finish. When she did, she leaned her back against my chest.
"I ruined your shirt."
I rolled my eyes and rubbed her shoulders.
"Let's get you cleaned up. Then, you're gonna get some rest." I smiled.
"But Liz-" Brooke started saying, but I cut her off,
"Liz understands. She doesn't mind."
I picked her up.
"Take a shower, I'll be right back." I said, helping her out of my shirt.
I turned on the shower for her, and kissed the top of her head before returning back to Elizabeth.
"How is she?" she asked.
"Not too well," I answered. "You don't mind her resting for a while, right? She really needs it."
"No, not at all. You know you don't even need to ask."
I hugged her, again, and thanked her.
"Go, take care of your wife. I'll be heading home, she needs you right now." Liz pushed me towards the stairs.
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With Michael
FanfictionBrooklyn Clare Casey is Janet Jackson's best friend. They've known each other since they were both four years old. Janet introduces Brooklyn to her older brother, Michael, and a new relationship is born.
