With Michael

Bonus chapter #3 - Trying Times

22nd of December, 1990
Brooklyn is 24, Michael is 32

Brooklyn: Michael smashed his lips onto mine.

The saltiness of his sweat that was dripping down his face lingered on my tongue.

He wrapped my legs around him before pushing himself inside my body.

We've been trying for a baby today, since Michael had a day off from working on the 'Dangerous' album.

No one was in the house, allowing me to scream my husband's name as loud as possible when I came.

"I doubt I'll be able to walk tomorrow." I breathed as he rolled off of me.

He let out a low chuckle, pulling me close to him.

"This is so fun. You're so beautiful, baby..." Michael said. He started sucking on my neck gently, and after a few moments he made it his mission to give me hickies all over. Like there weren't enough already.

But I made sure to leave marks on his body, too. His back was full of scratches.

"Mmhm, Mike..." I moaned. "You gotta let me rest between rounds, though... And I'm hungry."

He sighed, "Fine, I'll go get us something to eat."

Michael kissed me deeply, making sure to tease me a bit.

~

Michael: I went through the fridge, trying to decide which sandwich to make my wife.

After deciding on a simple grilled cheese sandwich for the both of us, because I was hungry too, I placed each on a plate neatly and made my way back to our bedroom.

"Michael, I'm waiting! My body has needs! What's taking you so long?" Brooke yelled.

I chuckled to myself and dashed up the stairs.

She was still in bed, with only her bottom half covered by the sheets.

Brooke and I ate a little of our sandwiches before she kissed me hungrily.

I tasted the cheese on her lips as she straddled me.

"I can't believe we're really trying to make a baby. I'll be a daddy soon..." I said.

My wife pulled away, "I know. And I cant thank you enough for agreeing to do this. I really want to give that to you, Mike. You deserve to be a father."

"Aww, babe." I probably had the most goofiest smile on.

She kissed me again, but this time she started making her way down my body with her lips, until she reached down there.

~

The TV blared through our dark room while we watched a movie.

Brooklyn was almost peacefully asleep with her head on my chest. She was worn out.

"Hey, Mike?" she whispered, lifting her head. Her eyes were half closed. "I love you, you know that?"

She placed a soft kiss on my lips.

"I love you more, baby." I smiled into the kiss.

We stayed cuddled up, falling asleep in each other's arms.

~

6th of January, 1991
Brooklyn is 25, Michael is 32

Brooklyn: "Babe, I'm home!" Michael sang as he entered our bedroom. "Where are you? I came early so we could continue with the baby making..."

I was just done washing my hands in the bathroom. I sighed when I saw his happy face. I had to tell him that once again our attempts to get pregnant failed.

"There's my beautiful wife. My beautiful wife who's going to give me a beautiful baby..." he said.

He came closer and placed a long kiss on my lips. "Are we gonna try again?"

"I just got my period."

"Oh. So no baby?"

I frowned, shaking my head.

"It's okay, babe. It's gonna happen soon enough." Michael cooed, pulling me to him for a hug.

He ran his hand up and down my back while whispering how much he loves me.

"Are you sure I'm not letting you down? I want you to be a daddy, Michael. We've been trying for over a year and it doesn't seem to work." I told him.

"God, no. You'll never let me down when it comes to having children. But Dr. James did say that it will take time, Brooke. All we gotta do is have a little bit of patience."

I wrapped my arms around his torso, inhaling his cologne. He gave me a little more hope now, but still, I didn't understand how come I wasn't pregnant by now.

We've estimated every date that I've ovulated, we were having more sex than ever.

"I just know that you'll be pregnant very soon, baby. But for now, how about I'll get you a hot water bottle and cuddle you to relieve your pain?"

I pecked his lips, "Yes please. These cramps are killing me."

He chuckled and ordered me to get in bed while he got me a hot water bottle and placed it on my stomach.

He then got into bed with me, snaking his strong arms around my aching body.

"I'll take care of you for the next few days, and then we can get back to making a baby. And you know me, when I'm determined, there's nothing that can stop me. I will get you pregnant, Brooklyn." Michael said lowly.

I grinned at his sweet words, and gave him a long, loving, kiss.