That Summer

Labor Part 1

A/N: Hey guys! I wanted to take a moment to thank each and everyone of you for sticking with me over the past few years with That Summer. Sadly, my book is coming to an end in a few short chapters. It is a rather bittersweet time for me, seeing as I have more works to come to your screens. Mwahahaha. This book was my first ever Michael Jackson fanfiction and first-ever fanfiction and it will always carry a special place in my heart, along with each of you that have provided me with nothing but love and support. I love each and every one of you so so much and again, I thank you for everything! Okay, now enough of my yapping, onto the next chapter...enjoy!

I was fucking irritated. This baby has no right to stay inside my uterus for this long. Our due date was set back by another couple of weeks. Here we are, the start of June, approaching my birthday. Yet, still no baby. I felt bad to make Michael push his tour back even more because of this, but nothing worked. We had tried everything that was even remotely possible to induce labor like spicy foods, exercising, and lots of sex, but nothing. I was determined that this baby was going to irritate me until I gave up and decided to induce my labor with drugs instead. The thought of doing that would just take away the magic of going through natural labor, but for fuck's sake, I was ready to not be uncomfortable anymore.

"How are you feeling?" Michael asked me as I sat outside in a lawn chair to de-stress myself.

"Well, I'm still pregnant and still in a lot of pain. So, not great." I said agitatedly.

"I know baby, I know you are extremely uncomfortable and irritated, but Dr. Kleinman said that these things do happen. Due dates can't be predicted down to the dot." I knew he was only trying to help, but all I wanted to hear was that I was going into labor.

"I know, but I just feel so uncomfortable. Everything hurts to the point where I can barely sleep at night. I can't have any caffeine to wake myself up and I can't have any alcohol to calm the nerves and to make everything hurt less. I just need to feel better." I whined irritably to him,

"Are you still not sleeping well?" Michael questioned me. Since being home, he has taken advantage of sleeping in, as well as sleeping more comfortably. I couldn't blame him, but with the pregnancy, I lost both of those opportunities.

"No, I'm not. Although, you do." I said to him, causing him to shy away in embarrassment.

"It's not every day that I get to sleep in my own bed, especially with you. I'll take advantage of that each time I get it." I smiled widely at him before repositioning myself in the lawn chair.

"Ugh, I need to feel some sort of relief from this mess. I am in pain!" I groaned heavily as I tried to get up from the chair instead, "And I'm fat!" Michael rushed over to help me up but he could barely contain his laughter at my way of getting up now.

"You aren't fat, you're just ready to have a baby." I began to walk around the yard to get my body going and to hopefully stimulate something.

"More than ready," I growled lowly, holding my stomach as if the baby were going to just fall out at any point.

"Michael! Anna!" I heard Janet's voice call out,

"Outside, Dunk!" Michael called back. Janet walked outside to see me walking around like a crazy person, making her laugh as well. Damn you, Jacksons!

"Trying to induce labor, are we?" I squinted at her evilly.

"I'm ready for this baby to come out," I answered dryly. I walked back over to Michael who handed me a glass full of water that I had been drinking before wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into his lap.

"I know you are, girl. Michael has filled us in as much as possible. I can't imagine how uncomfortable this must be." I set the glass back down as Michael placed his hands on my shoulders to rub them softly. God, I really do not deserve this man or his treatment.