Michael. I had just got home to Neverland of course I ended up in the kitchen. My chef was preparing lunch when my publicist called and said it was urgent to call Robyn Crawford back. The name didn't ring a bell but If my publicist said to do it, it's done.
"Okay I will be back down for lunch after this call chef Robin" She nodded at me and I went to my office to call the number my publicist told me to call. "Hi this is Michael Jackson calling for a Robyn Crawford." I said into the phone.
"Hi Michael, I'm Robyn Crawford Whitney's manager." She said.
"Oh okay. Please tell her Im sorry about her lost." I told her.
"Thank you Michael and that's why I'm calling." She said.
"I'm sorry I don't understand. Is she okay? Do I need to send some flower arrangements?" I asked her.
"Actually Michael it would be imperative if you could come to New York. There's something that is important that you and Whitney talk about and it would be better in person. I know this is asking alot for you to come here, but you won't regret it." She told.
"Um okay. Should I bring something to comfort her on my way in?" I asked her.
"No just please bring yourself and hurry." She told me. And hung up.
That was interesting call I told myself why would she want me to come to the house after everything that happen between us. But I'm sure it had to do something with her depression after her stillborn baby and as a friend I wasn't going to leave her in the wind.
I called my assistant to set up a flight to leave here as soon as possible to New York. I had my stylist come over and help me back my bags for the journey. I boarded the flight at 4 that afternoon with my assistant and bodygurds. We arrived in Jersey at 10 that night. I told my assistant to call Whitney manager Robyn and tell her we landed and are on the way to the hotel. But Robyn told us to come straight to the house. So we did. We arrived at Whitney's Jersey home gate and Robyn let us in. She was in the garage with her arms crossed.
I walked over to her and hugged her.
"How is she?" I asked Robyn with my people behind me keeping there distance.
"Why don't your guys come in and sit in the living room." She said. We walked into the house and it seemed as though no one was home.
"Robyn is everything okay?" I asked her since she never answered my first question.
"You guys can stay here I will be back down in a minute." She said to my people. "Michael can you follow me to Whitney's room." She told me. And began walking up the stairs.
"Okay." I followed her upstairs to a room at the end of a hallway. We entered and I saw Whitney sitting on the bed in a robe. I walked to her side of the bed and sat on the foot of the bed.
"Hi Whitney." I said. She looked up at me just as beautiful as the last time I saw her almost a year ago. She nodded Robyn away.
"Hi Michael, how have you been doing?" She asked me.
"I've been good. But what about you I heard what happened." I told her. She looked me in my eyes and took my hand into hers.
"Michael I want you to listen before you speak to everything I tell you." She told me.
"Okay." I looked back at her.
"Michael that night in the studio we made love. I haven't let anyone make love to me since Bobbi Kristina except you. Not even afterwards. The baby that I had yesterday March 17th was yours." She said to me.
Whitney.
"Michael.." I shook his hand. He had tears down his eyes.
"What did we have Whitney?" He asked me.
"A beautiful girl, I named her Michaela Willow Houston Jackson." I told him.
"Why didn't you say anything before now." He asked me looking down at the floor.
"Because you were upset with me. But that's not all." I told him. He looked up at me.
"What do you mean that's not all?" He asked me looking up at me.
"I didn't want the media after her. So I had Robyn make an announcement that she was stillborn." I said to him.
"So she not dead." He asked with hope in his eyes.
" No she's not, Robyn!" I yelled. Soon Robyn came in and I got up and walked over to her at the door. She gave me Michaela and turned around to a now standing Michael.
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"Michael this is why I called you here. This is our daughter. I only faked her death to give us time to think." I told him as I went to the rocking chair in the corner to sit down and rock her.
"Could you pass me that receiving blanket on that bassinet please." I asked him. He got the blanket and passed it to me. I draped it over Michaela and my left breast as I began to breastfeed her.
"Michael you can speak now." I told him as he sat back down on the bed facing me. He stared at the baby feet sticking out. Damn this girl can eat I thought to myself.
"She is beautiful." Michael told me. I looked at him.
"We have to talk about alot more than how beautiful she is Michael." By this time Michaela stopped eating and I put my breast up and began burping her over my shoulder.
"Okay so thank you for buying us some time.I always wanted a baby. So I assume you want her the first few months." He said.
"You assume. Michael until she is off my breast she will be here with me. You can visit her and when she is old enough she can visit you. I don't want her in the stoplight Michael." I told him. She burped and I began rocking her. I looked up at Michael who was now staring at Michaela.
"You want to hold her?" I asked her.
"Um yes. Please." I stood up and handed her to him. She began to whimper.
"Aww don't cry baby it's your daddy." I said to her as he held her. I sat back down in the rocking chair.
"I don't want her in the spotlight either." He finally said. "So what do you want to do, since I can't take her back with me?" He asked while getting comfortable with her and pacing walking back and forth with her.
"Well like I said visits, but we can't make it noticeable that you are here or that I'm there. Robyn is the only one that knows your her dad and I think i want to leave it like that for now. She is the only other person that can travel with her too." I told him.
"I see nothing wrong with that. So how long is Bobby going to be gone?" He asked still walking with Michaela.
"He took Bobbi Kris to visit his people in Atlanta he won't be back for a week." I rocked and told him.
"Okay so do you have a guest room I can stay in, I want to be close and around her as much as I can if you don't mind." He told me. I was getting sleepy and it was going on 1 a.m.
"Michael how about you let me put her down for the night and come back fresh tomorrow. We will be okay." I said getting up and taking her from him. I walked her to the bassinet and placed her gently in it. Then got in the bed myself.
"Okay Whitney but I will be back first thing in the morning. He told me as I dozed off to sleep. "Bye Bye daddy's girl" I heard him say before I feel asleep.
