My Step Father 2 (Michael Jackson Fan Fiction)

My Step Father 5

*2 and a half months later*

Today is the day that I am giving birth to my beautiful baby boy. August 29th the exact day that Michael was born. I am so excited! I had to convince my best friend Polly to come to the hospital with me.

After the whole thing with Michael happened, both Polly and I decided to get a place of our own. She has helped me a lot with Jayla, which I have been needing it more than ever.

I was admitted around 5:24 am because my water broke. I was freaking out, Polly was freaking out, Jayla was-well she is only almost 4 so she has no idea what's going on.

It is now 11ish something in the morning and I'm having severe contractions. The last time they measured me I was 8 centimeters dilated. That was about an hour ago.

"Mommy.. when baby brother coming?" Jayla asked me sitting down her tablet.

"S-soon baby... real- OOOOOHHH! soon..." I got hit with a big contraction.

"YAY! ME SO EXCITED!" Jayla squealed with excitement. "Me gonna have baby brother. Me gonna have baby brother." She hopped down off of Polly's lap and started dancing. Which reminded me of you know who. "Mommy, is daddy gonna be here?" She stopped what she was doing, looking right at me.

"Jayla, no he's not!" I didn't mean to yell at her, but these contractions were hitting back to back. She dropped her head down crying a little bit, walking back over to Polly.

"Jayla, mommy didn't mean to yell at you. Mommy is just in a lot of severe pain right now. Your little baby brother is almost on his way here." Polly helped me out calming her down.

I was just in so much pain that I was gripping the bed sheets and the bed so hard my knuckles turned white.

"I want daddy, auntie Polly. Me miss my daddy." Jayla silently cried against Polly's shoulder.

"I know baby... I know. How about we watch daddy on your tablet! Would you like that?" I looked over at them and Jayla excitingly nodded her head. "What do you want to watch? His concerts? His funny videos? Or watch his music videos?"

"Me wanna watch daddy's funny videos." Polly picked up Jayla's tablet getting it ready for her. As soon as it started playing that's when the doctor came in with his RN.

"Ms. Keough, how are you feeling?" Dr. Scott asked me.

"In a lot of fucking pain." I groaned. He started chuckling at me.

"Are you in a contraction right now?"

"Obviously, I don't like gripping beds for fun!"

"Good point. Do you know about how far away your contractions are?" He put on his face mask and gloves sitting down at the end of the bed in his chair.

"Maybe like 2-3 minutes apart lasting what feels like more than a minute."

"I see. Well, let's see what you are measuring." It didn't take him but a second. "Ms. Keough, your son is ready to be born. Are you ready to start pushing?"

Before, I could answer Michael rushed in the room. You have got to be kidding me.

"Daddy!!" Jayla put down her tablet and rushed over to him.

"There's my favorite girl. I missed you so much." He picked her up giving her the biggest hug, planting hundreds of kisses all over her face causing her to giggle.

"Me missed you too, daddy." She gave him a hug herself which was the sweetest thing that I have ever witnessed.

"Mr. Jackson, you are right on time. Ms. Keough ready to start pushing?" I nodded my head. The nurse raised me up so I was elevated to start pushing. "Mr. Jackson, if you would, hold Riley's hand and when she goes to start pushing, support her back." I interrupted.

"I don't need not a damn thing from him, let alone him touching me. I did this by myself the first time, I can do it again." Without pushing the situation any further it was time to start pushing.

"Ready? 1....2.....3...... give me a real big push."

I raised up like I was doing crunches. I knew my face was already red from how hard I was pushing.

"Good job. Give me another big push, ready?" Dr. Scott asked me.

I grunted and groaned for what seemed like forever, but that's only because I was in excruciating pain. On a scale 1-10 it was about a 15. But it only took about 5-10 minutes until I heard the sound of my sons first cry.

Dr. Scott asked Michael if he wanted to cut the umbilical cord. Of course Michael did. Which I didn't mind it considering this is a big moment for him.

As soon as he cut it the nurse took Mikah over to the table to clean him off. I was so exhausted from the lack of sleep, and the pain, that I finally laid back and closed my eyes. That was only until I felt lips pressed against my forehead.

"You did great baby. Our son is beautiful. Thank you for the best birthday present."

Michael watched over the nurses like a hawk, when it came to them cleaning the baby, doing tests and wrapping him up in a blanket. He was over there asking them a whole bunch of questions that he wanted answered too and it was a lot.

I was about to holler at him and tell him to leave them alone while they do their job, but this is all so new to him. He didn't get to experience this with Jayla. And that is a regret that I will live with for the rest of my life.