let me love you ~ michael jackson & ariana grande

relief

                             February 13th, 1995

Ariana

E.T. plays on the screen for the one millionth time. I don't know how Michael can never get sick of this movie, it's truly beyond me. "So, will the day ever come when you put something different than E.T. on?" I humor.

"Hey, you never have any suggestions." He defends himself.

"Because I always think you're going to give something else a chance." I sit next to him, passing him some popcorn.

"Well, do you have anything else in mind?"

My eyes roll. "No..."

"Then E.T. it is." He smiles cockily to himself, pressing a wet kiss to my cheek.

Before I can retort some other response, a sensation of wetness runs down my pantleg. I feel something pop inside of me and I start to panic. My mind recollects the doctor telling me the due date of the baby and it certainly wasn't for another month. I stand up suddenly, the popcorn slipping out of my hands. I hold my stomach alarmingly, Michael can already recognize my state.

"Ariana, did...did your water just break?"

I nod nervously, Michael takes no time rushing me out of the main house and into the garage where his dozens of cars sit, he escorts me into the vehicle near us. Before he slides in, he makes a call from his phone. I can hear that he's speaking to Grace, she's gonna need to stay with Dede for the night.

Michael speeds out of the garage so fast, I think I may be sick. He halts outside of the hospital, the usual crowds start forming which makes this all so much more scary.

Nurses meet us outside and I'm quickly sat in a wheelchair, wheeled to the first room I see.

My doctors rushes into the room and tears start to prickle my eyes. "I can't have this baby tonight, it's too-" A contraction hits me out of nowhere, causing me to yelp. "too early!"

Michael never stops squeezing my hand. My doctor is gowned and gloved up, he examines my lower region, speaking amongst the other workers.

"Can't you just keep the baby up there for a little while longer?" Michael's voice is shaky and unsteady.

"I'm afraid we can't do that. That would lead to the baby to have a list long of health complications, when the little humans want to come out, it's time for them to come out." He states professionally.

I look over at Michael not only scared for me but scared for our child.

"I'm sorry, Michael." I blabber out, sharp pains hitting me violently. I hiss and catch my breath. "I'm sorry it hasn't been easy to give you the family we've always dreamed of, I feel pretty pathetic that I can't even go through a second pregnancy without all these obstacles in our way."

My husband kisses me reassuringly. "Don't blame yourself for this. Neither of us could have prevented this. Now, you're going to have this baby and it's going to be alright."

I shake my head vigorously. "I'm not strong enough for this. I'm only 8 months." I object, my body is hot and my heart feels like it's pounding out of my chest.

"I know." He strokes my face. "You're going to have to push through, my love."

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The clock hits 10 pm and my body rolls into the bed, these contractions will be the death of me. I don't think I could push even if I wanted to.

"Come on, just one last push, Ariana! That's all we need!"