With Michael

Chapter 51 - Overjoyed

10th of February, 1997
Brooklyn is 31, Michael is 38

Michael: I helped Brooke out of the car.

Five bodyguards surrounded us quickly, making a shield so we'd be protected from the paparazzi.

Unfortunately, they found out about Dr. James' clinic. It was our last checkup before the baby gets here.

"MICHAEL, BROOKE, IS THIS A BOY OR A GIRL?!" someone yelled.

"MICHAEL IS IT TRUE YOU ONLY STAYED WITH BROOKLYN BECAUSE SHE'S PREGNANT?! HOW DOES LISA MARIE PRESLEY FEEL ABOUT THIS?" another one asked.

I looked down at Brooke who rolled her eyes. I tightened my grip on her hand and kissed her cheek.

We were inside the clinic soon enough.

Bill, Dan, and Jaden stayed at the door in case the cameramen tried to get in.

Dr. James greeted us happily before asking Brooke how she was feeling.

"I would like to get this pregnancy over with." she groaned.

I smiled, and the doctor asked her to lay down.

"Okay, let's see that beautiful baby of yours."

Dr. James placed the scanner on my wife's giant bump. A heartbeat was heard almost instantly.

"Look, he's kicking." she said.

Brooklyn sighed, "Yeah, and I'm the one suffering."

I kissed her forehead. She's due in a couple of weeks, and I couldn't be more excited.

"He's looking fine. He is just about ready to come out." Dr. James told us.

"Maybe he should. I'm tired of carrying him." my wife mumbled.

I chuckled as the gel was cleaned off of her and she sat up.

"Michael, I know you might have a tight schedule, but I think it's best you stay near her. I have a feeling this baby's gonna come in the next few days." Dr. James whispered in my ear.

I nodded and helped Brooke down from the bed.

"I guess we'll meet in the delivery room." she smiled at our doctor.

"I guess we will."

~

12th of February, 1997
Brooklyn is 31, Janet is 30, and Michael is 38

Michael: "Babe..." I said, rubbing Brooke's back. "Come on, you have to get up. You invited Ross and Rachel over, remember?"

"I didn't think they would be here at 9 in the fucking morning." she said.

"Well, what do you want me to tell them?"

"To let this heavily pregnant lady sleep."

I sighed. She seemed more tired than ever today. "They brought their daughter. Ross really wants to see you."

She groaned and sat up.

"Jesus, my back hurts so much." my wife complained, putting two hands on her lower back.

I helped her up slowly.

"We have to make them leave soon, I'm really not feeling good today." she mumbled.

I nodded as I took off her shirt and led her to her closet room to change.

A few minutes after I left her there, she called for me, loudly.