Memories (Untitled) | Prichael

00 | Prologue

[>] : mirrors - justin timberlake

BEVERLY HILLS, CALIFORNIA
JACKSON ESTATE
PRESENT DAY
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"Prince!" Michael exclaimed banging on the bathroom door, "Hurry up, we're running late!"

The door swung open, revealing the shorter with an annoyed expression, "Well excuse me for being four months pregnant, but I just puked my guts out."

Michael sighed, "Look I'm not trying to be an asshole or a pain in the butt, I'm just on edge." He walked over to their vanity mirror to straighten up his tie, "Our son is graduating college, something a lot of people don't accomplish or finish."

Prince sluggishly made his way over to their bed and sat on the edge, attempting to slip his shoes on, "Right, but I'm still gonna' take my time and be cautious. Plus the ceremony doesn't start for another hour."

"Yeah, but did you forget about traffic and the fact we live twenty five minutes away" Michael added the last touches to his hair before spraying on his Tom Ford cologne and accessorizing himself.

As he slipped on one of his Richard Millie watches, he noticed the other struggling to put on a pair of boots, "You need help?"

Prince nodded, his cheeks turning pink out of embarrassment.

Michael bent down and carefully slipped the smaller's swollen feet into the shoes, "Ya' know being that this is our fifth child, you would think we would be use to all aspects of pregnancy."

Prince giggled, "Guess not. Every baby is different, and this one is whooping my ass."

Michael looked up and admired the other, "I can't tell. I don't know what it is but you seem to get more and more beautiful with each child."

"What can I say? I'm just filled with love." Prince joked, causing the both of them to laugh, ceasing shortly afterwards, "Too bad love can't save our marriage."

"I don't wanna' talk about that today." Michael said getting up from the other's feet, "We'll worry about that next week when the kids are away with my parents."

"Michael, we can't keep our divorce a secret but for so long. I mean, what are our children suppose to think when we move into separate places once the baby is born?"

Michael rolled his eyes as he shrugged his suit jacket on, "We'll get to that when that time comes, and I told you before we don't have to immediately separate when you give birth."

"But I don't wanna' stay around you no longer than I have to!" Prince exclaimed grabbing his beloved Gucci bag, "I'm already stressed out!"

"Well why don't you go call up that bastard you cheated on me with?! What's his name? Lenny! Yeah, go call him - oh wait, you can't! Motherfucker broke as fuck and can't even afford a phone!"

Prince scoffed, "Nigga please, that was a one night stand. You cheated first with that loose secretary of yours, Lisa."

"My wrong doesn't excuse yours."

"I couldn't have been too wrong" Prince bitterly chuckled, "Still knocked me up."

Michael grabbed his car keys and placed his wallet in his pocket, "Because I love you and forgave you."

"I love and forgave you too, but we can't seem to keep our shit together for whatever reason."

Michael turned and stared into Prince's hazel orbs, "Maybe it's not meant to be."

Slightly heaving, Prince's eyes filled with tears, "As much as it hurts me to say it, maybe not."

"Come on now, don't go getting emotional on me."