With Michael

Chapter 55 - Fears

25th of September, 1997
Brooklyn is 31, Michael is 39

Michael: Prince giggled when I tickled him.

"Say 'Da-da'! Say it, Prince!" I encouraged.

He looked up, his smile getting bigger. I turned around and saw Brooke come our way.

"Wow," I whispered to our son. "She's out of bed. Can you believe it?"

She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and kissed my cheek. "How are my boys? Enjoying the day?"

I nodded, sighing.

She's been in bed for two days straight, never interacting with no one.

"Are you two hungry? I could go make breakfast." my wife suggested, touching Prince's hands.

"Okay, I'll help you." I said.

I stood up and we walked into the kitchen.

She was distant. I could tell she's been doing everything to avoid me.

I put Prince in his high chair, then started helping Brooke with the food.

"Do you want to tell why you've been hiding?" I asked after a few minutes of silence.

She shook her head, focusing on the eggs she was making.

I stopped what I was doing and came behind her. I wrapped my arms around her waist, putting my lips to her neck, "Don't you think I have the right to know why you've been avoiding me for two days? Avoiding your son? How am I supposed to know if something is wrong if you don't talk to me? You gotta talk to me, baby."

Brooklyn pushed her elbow into my ribs. It hurt a bit, but I kept a tight hold on her waist.

I let my hands pull up her shirt and I caressed her stomach gently.

"Talk to me." I begged.

I could feel the baby girl inside her kick.

"We have to eat breakfast," my wife mumbled. "Before Lisa gets here with her kids."

I pulled away from her. "Lisa? As in Lisa Marie Presley?"

"Yes, Michael. I invited her."

I couldn't believe it. Why didn't she tell me?

Honestly, Brooke was the only one who talked to Lisa. Ever since those pictures of her and I kissing leaked, I decided not to trust her anymore. So I never called, I never spoke to her again. I didn't even think my wife was still talking to her.

"I don't want to see her." I confessed.

"Well, I do." she crossed her arms.

I turned away from her, taking Prince with me.

"Where are you taking him?" Brooklyn asked, running to me.

"We are going to mother's because someone doesn't care about us anymore." I spat.

I found a bag for my son and stuffed his things inside.

"Michael, you-"

I didn't let her finish when I closed the front door shut.

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Brooklyn: I groaned as the door closed. The tears threatened to escape, and I wiped them so I wouldn't break down completely.

This was a mess. I wanted to tell Michael how I felt about this pregnancy, but I couldn't tell him not to get attached to his own daughter.

I didn't want us to get our hopes up.