The Chef | A Michael Jackson Fanfiction

Chapter 42

Maeve's POV

I was sitting on the counter enjoying the view over Neverland and sipping on the drink that Katherine made me.

It's made of ginger with some cold herbal tea and does taste surprisingly good. I hope it helps with all the nausea I've been feeling in this pregnancy.

I felt Michael's glance at me and met his eyes as he approached me slowly. "May I?" he asked pointing to my stomach.

I simply nodded and closed my eyes as I desperately awaited his touch.

I felt him lifting my shirt. I opened my eyes and watched him planting small kisses all over my stomach.

"Hallo little baby, this is your Daddy speaking" he held my bump with both of his hand while talking to it sweetly. "I just wanted to let you know that your Mommy and I are very excited for you. We love you dearly."

Michael kissed my stomach one last time before asking "How are you feeling today?".

He put my shirt back down before taking a few steps back, leaning against the counter.

"Surprisingly good, this shit" I pointed to the drink Katherine made me. "really helps!"

"That's good. What do you want to do today?"

"I need to get home" I answered and Michael's smile faded instantly.

"Do you really?" he asked with his head low.

"Yes, Michael. I want you to have some space to think about... Everything. Without me lingering around."

He didn't look me in the eyes. He stared out the window, nodding his head slowly.

I don't know if he was hurt by me leaving but after that we didn't talk much.

He even had one of his security guards take me back to my car.

"See you on Monday" was all he said when I left his house. No hug, no wave, nothing.

I spent the rest of the weekend relaxing and thanks to Katherine I really could enjoy a few days of not being so nauseous anymore.

I didn't talk to Michael since I left Neverland and he didn't call either. I really wanted to give him the time he needed to progress all of this and to make up his mind.

So I was a little surprised when Frank came to me on Monday and asked if he could talk to me in private.

He led me to a room I've never been before and when we entered I was a little shocked at the amount of people inside. There were at least 15 people inside, looking at me as soon as I walked in.

"Frank, what's going on?" I asked while staring at all the unfamiliar faces, trying hard to find one smiling. But there wasn't.

"Take a seat, Maeve" Frank pointed to the seat infront of a desk where he sat down.

I stood in the middle of the room. "What's going on, Frank?" I ignored his request completely.

"We have some things to discuss" he said.

"About the..." he lowered his gaze to my stomach. "The circumstances" he added and I rolled my eyes at him.

I didn't say anything. I just stood there, looking nervously at the people surrounding me.

"At first, tell me who already knows about this? We can't risk getting the word out too soon. This story's too big."

"Where's Michael?" I asked trying to not sound so intimidated.

"Busy" Frank said. "Maeve the sooner you cooperate the sooner we're finished here."

I stayed quiet causing Frank to groan in frustration.

"Maeve, do you have any idea of how big of a deal this is?"

I turned around and wondered "Who are all these people?"

"They're all part of Michael's team. We try to do damage control before it gets out of hand!"

As soon as these words got out of Frank's mouth I shot him my best death glare.

By now I was angry. Not only at Frank but also at Michael. Why isn't he here with me?

"Look, Maeve, we have a lot of things to discuss. It would be a lot easier if you'd contribute your part, so please try not to be so difficult. We are just doing our jobs!"

I rolled my eyes and said "Go on, then!"

"Well we'll need proof of you that this is really Michael's child, we already scheduled an appointment for this afternoon at your new gynecologist and then we need to discuss who'll take over your job as well as safety regulations for you while Michael is touring. Oh and of course we need a list of all the people you have contact with, so we can eliminate any kind of threat towards Michael and his offspring."

I looked at Frank with raised eyebrows, he can't be serious. By hearing all of this my blood started boiling and I think some of the people in the room noticed because some were taking few steps away from me as if I would explode any second.

And I did in fact explode but not out of anger, no. I couldn't hold myself back and started laughing hysterically and it took a few minutes until I calmed down again.

I whipped the tears away that were about to escape my eyes because of all the laughter and took some deep breaths.

The tension in the room was now even more awkward than before.

"You're really funny Frank" I said while catching my breath.

He looked at me confused. "I'm being serious, Maeve! All orders from Michael himself!"

"Yeah? No, nothing you said is happening and if it really is Michael that wants all these things he can talk to me, he'll know where to find me. If you excuse me, I have a job I need to get back to" I said as I was about to leave.

"Michael wants you to stop working immediately!" Frank said causing me to stop in my tracks and turn around to face him.

"He wants me to fire you!"

That hurt.

I tried to shove my feelings away.

"He does?" I asked and I could tell my hormones were all over the place since my eyes were filled with tears.

Frank simply nodded.

I blinked the tears away and thought carefully of my next move. I didn't want to stoop so low but he left me no choice.

"Oh well, I can already see the next headline 'Michael Jackson fires pregnant woman'"

"Oh you wouldn't-"

"Try me!" I said with a sudden boost of confidence as I left the room and started walking back to the kitchen.

"Fine, I'll get him to talk to you!" Frank yelled after me but I didn't even turn around. I just held up my right hand with my middle finger pointing towards him.