With Michael

Chapter 54 - Paris

11th of August, 1997
Brooklyn is 31, Michael is 38

Brooklyn: Michael rubbed my back as I threw up.

It's been like this for a few mornings now, and we both knew that I was pregnant, even if I still didn't take a test.

I guess Cynthia's advice about being spontaneous worked.

"You know what this means, right?" Michael asked while I brushed my teeth. "You're going home."

I scoffed, but he got out of the bathroom before I got a chance to say anything.

"Michaaaaellll, I don't want to go home." I whined, wrapping my arms around him from the back.

"This isn't gonna work, babe." he said, putting his phone to his ear.

"Pretty please."

He ignored me. Sighing, I took a seat on the bed.

"Brandon, I need a plane to take Brooke and Prince home." my husband talked into the phone.

I puckered my lips and looked up at him.

He turned away, still speaking to Brandon.

"I won't perform, just let me stay with you." I told him once he hung up.

"There's no point in trying. I already made a decision, you and Prince will be boarding a plane home in a couple of hours. I gotta talk to mother and Janet to keep an eye on you."

"Are you really willing to just send this home?" I asked, taking a smiling Prince into my arms.

"Yes, if it's what's best for you."

I groaned, "Please, please, please. I'll rest, I'll barely leave the hotel. I'll even let the nanny take care of Prince if I feel too tired... Just don't make me go home."

I could see he was starting to cave in.
"Fine. But you'll rest."

Prince's smile got bigger and he squealed. He stretched out his arms to Michael, who gladly took him.

"Why are you and mommy so cute? It's not fair." he pouted, placing a kiss on our son's forehead.

"I'll just go take a test to make sure I really am pregnant." I said, taking a test out of my suitcase. Michael made me pack at least twenty just so we can check after each time of trying.

"That's not gonna be necessary, babe. Your hips are bigger." he commented.

I flipped him off, making him gasp and cover Prince's eyes.

"See? You're even moody."

I squinted my eyes at him before going back to the bathroom.

After about three minutes of waiting, we finally got the answer.

I was definitely pregnant. Again.

~

7th of September, 1997
Brooklyn is 31, Michael is 39

Michael: I walked into the hotel suite and closed the door behind me.

I noticed silver trays with empty plates on them everywhere.

I shook my head, popping a lonely grape I found into my mouth.

The shower was on, making me sigh. She shouldn't be awake so late.

Prince was sleeping peacefully in his crib. I smiled and kissed his nose.

As he got older, I could see why my in-laws said he resembled Chris. He looked exactly like him, except for a few features that were mine and Brooke's.