Michael Jackson Imagines

Your First Baby

Your pov;

You had just given birth to a baby boy, and Michael rushed right to your side taking a break from his Bad Tour.

"Baby, I think I got it." You say to him, as he helps you walk up the steps up to the front door, as you're holding your newborn, Michael.

"I know, but I want to help." He says, giving me a genuine smile.

You smile back, as you walk inside and put all your stuff on the table, and rest sleeping Michael on the floor, still in his carrier.

You walk to the counter and drink a glass of water.

Michael walks up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, as he rests his head on your shoulder.

"Hi baby." He says, smiling, "Hey." You say, laughing. You knew he wanted to be by your side, but he was getting too clingy.

You move out of his grasp and walk to the couch.

"Where you going, baby?" He says, curiously.

"I'm just sitting on the couch, grabbing a blanket, putting on a movie." You say, laughing.

"Hey, baby, stop. I just want to make sure you're okay. I want to make sure that you're comfortable and happy." He says, smiling wrapping his arms around you, laying down on your lap.

You both fall asleep, until you're awaken by crying. It was baby Michael.

"Oh, I have to get up." You say, moving Michael off my lap.

"Baby." He drags, holding on to your arm not wanting you to leave.

"Michael, he's crying, give me a minute." You say, as Michael gets up, rubbing his eyes because he was exhausted.

"Hey, I got this." Michael says, taking Michael into his arms.

"You go up stairs and rest, I promise I'll take care of him." He adds, "Okay." You smile, as you walk up stairs.

As you walk into the room you plop down on the bed, and fall asleep instantly.

Michael's pov;

After I rock baby Michael to sleep, I put him in his crib, and walk into our room.

I laugh when I see y/n fast asleep, "She must have been really tired." I mumble to myself, smiling.

"Yes." She mumbles, half awake.

"Oh baby, did I wake you up?" I ask, as I get into bed with her, and wrap my arms around her.

We sleep peacefully, until we hear Michael crying, then we know it's time to get up.

"I love you." I say, as y/n gets up to take care of Michael.

"I love you too." She says, walking off to Michael's room.

I lie on the bed, until she comes back, and we can cuddle again.