Love At First Fight (Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

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"What?" I laugh, thinking I heard him incorrectly. 

"You're pregnant," he smiles, folding his hands in his lap. 

I'm pregnant. 

I'm pregnant? 

What the fuck?!

I'm going to kill that love of my life. I am not ready for this. 

"That can't be right," I laugh breathlessly, trying to deny something that the doctors and nurses must be right about. 

"But it is," he smiles, reaching over to grab his clipboard off of the cart, "Here." 

He hands me the chart and I look it over as he points to all of the statistics of the tests that indicate I'm pregnant. 

Damn, Michael wasn't kidding when he said he would get me pregnant. 

"Shit," I sigh, rubbing my brow. 

"Oh," the doctor sighs, catching my drift, "This isn't what you wanted." 

"No, it's not that," I sigh, looking up to him, "I just... this wasn't planned." 

"It almost never is," he smiles as I hand him the chart, "Some people try and try for years, and when they finally give up, they get pregnant. Most of the time, people are expecting to have kids at some point and they arrive earlier than expected," he grins as the nurse takes my blood, "Life is unexpected. We all know that, but when the time comes it's harder to practice what you preach.

"You and Michael seem to have a great relationship, and I'm sure everything will turn out just fine. Everything happens for a reason," he smiles, placing the chart back on the cart, "However, there are other options if you feel that you are not ready yet," he nods comfortingly, reaching into one of the drawers of the cart behind him. 

He pulls out a few pamphlets and hands them to me one by one as he explains what each of the options are. 

"Abortion is always an option, if that's what you think suits you the best," he nods, handing me the first one, "And then of course you can put your child up for adoption. You know, go through the pregnancy, carry to term, and during that process you will be looking for parents who you think would be well suited to look after a child.

"And then of course, if you decide to go through with the pregnancy and keep the child, there are many things you need to know and courses that you can take. Some are free and others you need to pay for, but of course they're not mandatory but recommended." 

He's talking so fast. 

It's all going in one ear and out the other. 

"Remember, there is no wrong decision," he comforts me, placing his hand on my shoulder, "Anything that you decide, and whatever you think is best for you is never wrong. If you are not ready to be a parent, which no one ever is, but if you really feel like you're not ready, do not feel obligated to listen to the people around you. Family can be difficult sometimes, and you need to make this decision for yourself." 

"I'm not even married." 

"Ugh, I hate that taboo," he scoffs, rolling his eyes as he stands, making me chuckle a bit and for a split second the weight on my chest is slightly lifted, "You don't need to be married to make a decision that is right for you. Whatever you choose, obviously you have my full support. However, I will likely pass you off to an OBGYN. That doesn't mean I won't check on you though." he smiles, making me smile as well. 

"Thanks, doc, I appreciate it," I sigh, placing my hands on my lower belly and looking down at it. The pamphlets rest in my lap as the doctor walks towards the door.