Michael Jackson One-Shots

🟡BABY

A/N - (For the sake of this story, some information is inaccurate)

August 18th, 1997

Y/N's Point of View

It's two in the morning. And I am in so much discomfort.

The only thing that I can see is the light plugged into the wall.

I have a feeling.

I stand up and suddenly feel something wet on my bottom. I gasp, loud enough to wake Michael. He looks around for me. "W... what? Are you okay?"

The only thing I can do is laugh. "I think my water just broke. Or, I don't know... it could've broken a few minutes ago."

He sits up and searches for the light switch. When he gets it on, he looks at me with wide eyes. "Oh. Oh, wow. Oh my goodness. Okay, um, so- so what do we do now?"

"Well, for starters, go get the baby bag. I'm gonna go get changed. Call everybody, tell them the baby is coming." I say.

He finds his slippers and skids his feet out of our bedroom to find the baby bag. The bag is full of everything we could possibly need. Plus, about five little hats that our baby boy will look adorable in.

Once I got my clothes on that I've had picked out for a month, I shout for Michael. "Make sure they know we're going to which hospital we're going to!"

"Okay!" I hear him starting to dial a phone number.

While he is busy with that, I start to fix my hair and my face. I know if I put too much makeup on, it might just melt off while I'm pushing. So I only put a little on.

When Michael comes into the bathroom to see what I'm doing, he chuckles. "Why?"

"Because, If somebody is taking pictures, I want to look at least a little nice," I say, using the curling iron I have on my hair.

"Babe, you're beautiful just the way you are. I think we should leave now, though. I told everyone that you're going into labor." He brushes his hand on my face, kissing me. Then he bent down to my stomach and kissed it. "You just can't wait to get out, can you?"

I snicker and turned the bathroom light off. "Okay, let's go."

Michael makes sure I'm okay alright coming down the stairs and basically does everything for me. Opens the front door to our house, and the car door for me.

When he starts the car, I flinch.

"What is it?" Michael asks, starting to back up.

"Baby." Is all I manage to say.

As the anxiety in the car fills further, Michael starts speeding. "Babe, slow down."

"Oh, sorry." He eases up on the gas pedal.

"It's-" I'm about to tell him it's okay, but another contraction hits me like a brick. I gasp a little. "Maybe step on it a little more."

He smiles and does so.

•

Once we get to the hospital, I'm taken into a labor and delivery room quickly.

"I'm just going to check to see how much you're dilated." A nurse comes in not long after I'd gotten into the bed.

While the nurse does that, Michael starts taking some things out of the baby bag and sorting things out.

"You're actually already five centimeters... 6-10 is active labor. Would you like an epidural?" She asks.

I bite my lip. "I don't know. I thought about not getting it, but if this is how contractions are n-"

I flinch a little, and whimper. "Get the needle."

She nods understandingly. "I'd say take a walk before we do that - I'll get everything you need, but you're gonna be in bed for a long time. It might be good to stay on your feet for a little while longer."

•

"I'm getting impatient here. I just want this baby born already."

Michael chuckles. His arm is around my waist, supporting me. "Aren't you excited?"

I nod. "I'm sorry, Michael. I really am excited, believe me. But I'm just so nervous. About the whole giving birth thing."

"I understand." he kisses my temple. "Don't apologize, honey. You have nothing to be sorry for. My boy is gonna be born soon, and then we'll be one big happy family."

"Hardly big," I say.

"Big with the heart, Y/N. Big with the heart."

We return back to the delivery room, and as soon as I sit down, I realize it's time for the epidural.

•

My waist down is totally numb. It's the strangest
feeling. There is so much pressure, and I feel like it should hurt. But I feel almost nothing.

Things are moving so fast. Somehow, I'm already pushing this baby out.

"That's it, mom. Now stop and take a breather." The nurse, Amy tells me. I can tell this isn't her first time doing this. She is so relaxed, she might as well be sitting at home reading a book.

Mike is by my side, but he's sweating almost as much as I am.

"I... I'm sorry. I need to sit down."

Another nurse quickly brings him a chair so he can keep holding my hand by my side.

I laugh awkwardly. "I guess this is a lot for both of us-"

"Another, push!"

"F*ck!" I shout.  "Sorry..."

"No need for sorry," says Amy. "I know how you feel. Let out all those profanities."

I don't find it difficult to listen to that.

I'm glad Michael finds it slightly amusing, because he doesn't look so much like he's about to pass out anymore. He's so worried about me, and I wish he wouldn't. Somehow, this is normal.

"He's almost out." Amy tells me. "Just a few more and you're done."

"How are you so calm?!" I ask her.

She shrugs. "I've been catching babies all day. This is my fifth one."

And finally, after forever and a half later, our baby boy is born.

I watch the nurses take him away, and then bring him back not long later. He's already in a grey onesie and hat.

I'm crying and I can't seem to stop. It's making it so hard to talk. "Oh man... look at him, Mike. He's... he's so perfect."

"He's got your eyes, Y/N." Michael kisses my cheek. "He's beautiful."

Nurse Amy walks over to us. "He's probably the best looking baby I've seen today. And all babies look the same."

I laugh, wiping my tears. "My baby boy."

He blinks a few times, finally ending the crying.

After some silence, Michael speaks up. "So, how long are we going to keep calling him "he" before he gets a name?"

I shrug. "Do you have any ideas?"

"Not really. I was hoping you might have one." He says sheepishly.

I stare at his face. For a long, long time. Then it clicks. "Prince,"

"Prince?" he asks.

"Yeah. Prince Jackson Jr. Like your grandfather." I look up at him. His eyes fill with tears, and he attempts to blink them away. He's unsuccessful, and wipes the tears away quick. "It's perfect."

I hand him our baby and watch him look at our son in awe. "Welcome to the world, Prince."