With Michael

Chapter 58 - Road Trip

3rd of April, 1998
Brooklyn is 32, Janet is 31, and Michael is 39

Michael: "Michaellll," Brooklyn yelled from our bedroom. "MICHAEL!"

I dashed upstairs, worried she might've gone into labor.

She was sitting on the bed with a pout on her face as she held her stomach with both hands.

"Baby time?"

She shook her head, "I'm hungry. Do you mind getting me something?"

I sighed deeply and gave her a disbelieving look.

She was almost two weeks overdue. Dr. James said the baby was absolutely fine and that she just wants to stay in there a bit longer.

But our patience for her was running out. I knew Brooke was tired of being pregnant, and I just wanted to hold her already.

"What?" my wife asked innocently.

"That's the third time today, Brooke. You promised you won't scare me like that anymore." I said.

"It's not my fault you're so stressed out. Relax, she's not planning on coming any time soon."

Sighing, I took a seat next to her.

"Maybe we should try the methods Dr. James gave us..." I suggested.

"I did try, Mike. My feet are sore from all the walks around the ranch, and my back is killing me because someone claims sex is a solution." she rolled her eyes.

"It should work."

"But it isn't. Now can you please get me something to eat?"

"Only if you come downstairs." I smiled.

Brooklyn groaned and struggled to get up on her feet.

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Brooklyn: "Come out already!" I spoke to my bump.

The little girl inside of me kicked harder than ever.

Michael looked at me with a smile on his face as he was feeding Prince his breakfast.

"What the hell are you smiling about?" I snapped. "This is all your fault!"

"Your mommy's cute when she's hormonal." he whispered to our son.

"I heard that!"

"You were meant to!"

"What are you two fighting about now?" Janet asked when she stepped into the dining room.

"We're not fighting, your brother is just annoying, like always." I answered.

The phone went off.

"I got it." I told my husband and best friend. Carefully, I stood up, taking the nearest phone.

"Thank Goodness you picked up!" Paul's frantic voice said. "Who's this?"

"It's me... What's up?" I questioned, his tone freaking me out.

"L- Linda, she got weaker all of a sudden... She says she feels like this is it... She wants you here."

What? No, this can't be happening now.

"I'm not sure I can, Paul. I passed my due date, I really shouldn't be anywhere but home."

"Please, tell her I can't go without her." I heard Linda from Paul's line.

My heart broke into a million pieces.