Michael Jackson X Reader

Hounded by the Media

Your POV

You woke up one day in March. You sat up and stretched. You got in the shower and got dressed. You went into the kitchen and started cooking breakfast. Michael kissed you. "Good morning." "Good morning Michael." Michael rubbed your belly. "Good morning to you too." You smiled. You felt movement in your belly. "Oh!" "What is it?" "I think the Baby just kicked." "Really?" "Yeah." You finished cooking breakfast. You put it on the table. You and Michael ate breakfast. "I'll see you later Michael." You kissed Michael. "Bye." You went out the door. You got in your car. You drove to work. You arrived at work. Your sister and your mother were already there. "Hi mom." You gave your mom a hug. "Hi (y/n). How are you?" "I'm good." "That's good. How's the baby?" "The baby is fine. In fact, the baby kicked this morning." "That's good." "How are the triplets doing?" "They are doing great." "That's good." "Hey Becky." You hugged Becky. "Hi. How are you?" "I'm good. How are you?" "I'm great. How is the baby?" "The baby is doing good. How's Jr." "He's great." You all started working. Soon work ended. You walked to your car. You had to run a few errands. During one of the errands, you were walking back to your car, when you thought you saw a flash. You looked around. You didn't see anything or anyone, so you just shrugged it off. You got in your car and went home. You started cooking dinner. Michael came in. "Hey." Michael kissed you. "Hi Michael. Dinner is almost ready." "Okay." You finished cooking. You and Michael had dinner. You watched TV together for a little bit and went to sleep. A couple of weeks past. One day you woke up like normal. Throughout the day you saw random flashes. You wondered what that was about. After work you went to the store to buy Icecream. You grabbed the icecream and headed to the check out. "It's you. It's true what they said. You are pregnant." You wondered who this person was referring to. That's when you saw a magazine with you on the cover. You opened the magazine and found the story about you. The writer of this article had speculated on who the father of your child was and criticized you for getting pregnant at such a young age. You put the magazine down. You were upset. They had no right to speculate about your personal, private life. That's when you realize that those flashes that you had been seeing all day were from cameras. You purchased your icecream and went outside. You hurried to your car and hurried home. You started cooking. A while later Michael came home. "Hi (y/n)." Michael kissed you. "Hey Michael." You put the food on the table. Michael began eating. You picked at your food. "What's wrong?" "Nothing." "Come on. You can tell me. I'm your husband." "What makes you think that something's wrong?" "There's two reasons. Number one, what pregnant woman doesn't want to eat? Number two, you are frowning." "Well, the press has recently started taking pictures of me without my permission and I saw a magazine at the store today. The magazine had rumors in it about who my baby's father is. I don't even know where they get that information from." "They are stupid and ignorant. You just have to tell them the truth, like in an interview for example, I'm not sure there is anything you can do beyond that. I'll beef up your security. Everything is going to be fine. I'm going to be right here with you every step of the way." "I love you." "I love you too. Please eat." You took a few bites. You went to sleep. The next morning you woke up to the phone ringing. "Hello?" "Hi. I have a talk show and I was wondering if you would like to come on my show for an interview." "Yes, I would like that." The person told you the time and the place for the interview. "Okay. I'll see you then." "See you later." You hung up. "Who was that?" "It was someone who wants to do an interview with me." "See this is your chance to defend yourself against these rumors. So, when is the interview?" "It's tonight. I'm going there straight after work today. Will you meet me there?" "Of course I'll be there." You smiled. You got in the shower. You got dressed and made breakfast. You and Michael had breakfast. "I'll see you later." "See you Michael." You went to work. You saw your mom. "Hi mom." "Hey. How are you?" "I'm good." "Really?" "Yes." "I've seen the rumor that the tabloids are saying." "Don't worry mom. I'm going to put an end to those rumors tonight. I have an interview." You told your mom where the interview was. "I'll be there because, I am your biggest fan." Soon work ended. You went over to the interview. You waited to be introduced. "Ladies and gentlemen, tonight's guest is a beautiful model. Help me welcome (Y/n) Jackson." You walked on to the stage while everyone cheered. "Hi." "Hello." "Thanks for coming on the show today." "Thanks for having me." "You are a model and a beautiful one at that." "Thank you." "They say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree and that is certainly true for you, isn't it?" "Yes. My mother is a model." "You just started modeling recently, right?" "I've been modeling for about 4 years now." The interviewer asked some questions. "We both know what everyone came here to find out. Everyone wants to know is there any truth to the rumors. We see that you're pregnant." "Yes." "Is it true that your boss is the baby's father?" "That is not true. I don't even know how that rumor got started." "Well then. Who is the baby's father?" "I prefer not to say." "Don't you think you're a little to young to have a baby? How old are you?" "I'm 22. I don't think I'm to young to have a baby. I'm grown, married, and financially stable. I don't know what the problem is." "You're 22 years old. You have your whole life ahead of you." "I don't think that a baby is the end of my life, if that's what you're implying." You could feel yourself getting angry, but you had to keep it cool. Finally, the interview came to an end. You got in your car and went home. You didn't even bother to eat. You just went straight to sleep. You woke up the next day. You made breakfast. Michael came to the table. "Good morning." Michael kissed you. "Morning. I'm sorry that I didn't make you dinner last night." "Don't worry about it. I understand." "I didn't like those questions at all. It was like she was trying to ridicule me or make me feel inferior." "It's going to be okay." You finished your breakfast and went to work. When you got out of your car people started shoving microphones and cameras in your face. "Is it true that you don't know who you're baby's father is?" A reporter asked. "No that's not true." "What do you want to say to your fans?" A second reporter asked. "I love you." You answered. You were bombarded with several more questions. You finally made it into the building. Security sent all the reporters away. Work ended. You headed to the store. After shopping, you went to the check out line. You saw another magazine. You were shocked to see yourself on the cover again. This time they were saying that you didn't know who your baby's father was. You opened the magazine out of curiosity. You discovered that they had twisted your words. You put the magazine back. You purchased your items and went home. You were making dinner when the doorbell rang. One of your security opened the door. "Hey Tyler." "Hey. I heard about all the tabloids rumors and I came over to check on you." "Thanks for stopping by." "When were you going to tell me that you were pregnant?" "I guess you slipped my mind." Tyler stayed awhile longer. You chatted with Tyler until he left. Michael finally came home. "Hi." Michael kissed you. "Hi Michael." That's when the phone rang. "Hello." "Hi." "Hey Tobey." "I was calling to let you know that I can help you. See, my father is the owner of a news agency. I want to help you get the truth out there." "Thanks. You just let me know the time and the place." "Okay." Tobey told you the time and the place. "Bye." "Bye." You hung up. "Michael, Tobey is going to help me put the truth out there." "That's terrific." "I am going to be coming home late until this project is done." "I understand." You started working with Tobey to put this film together. One day you broke down at the dinner table. You started crying. "Michael I don't know how much of this I can take." "You'll make it." "I don't understand how they can be so insensitive. Who, in their right mind, chases a pregnant woman?" "They only care about getting a story that sells." "I'm trying not to worry about this because, stress is bad for the baby and I don't want to lose another baby." "Hold on. What?" It was then that you realised what came out of your mouth. "Michael I never fully explained why the guy that I thought was my dad made me get on birth control. At thirteen he got me pregnant from one of the many times he raped me. He made me get an abortion. To this day no one knows about that except me, him and now you. You have no idea how many hours I spent resenting him for that. He took away from me the one person that was going to love me." By now you were full on sobbing. Michael hugged you. "Now you have so many people who love you, including me." "I love you too." "You don't have to worry about that man anymore and after a while the truth is going to be out there and those tabloids will be exposed." You nodded. After another month of being followed by the press, Tobey's film was completed. It aired on his father's news. The reporters finally left you alone.

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