Michael Jackson Imagines Pt.2

Oh No

Imagine that you are pregnant with Michael's baby. You were 9 months along, ready to give birth. The day should come any time now, and Michael couldn't be more excited for his new son. Throughout the whole pregnancy he rubbed your tummy, talked to the baby, and sang to him. It was a cute sight. And you couldn't wait for this baby to be born. As we all know Michael always wanted kids of his own, and you were gonna give that to him. One morning you woke up, and as usual, your back was killing you. When his happens, Michael usually wakes up and rubs your back and makes you feel so much better. And that's what he did. He rubbed your back and kissed your cheek. You started to feel better, until you felt wetness under the sheets. You looked down and seen a huge spot of water or something. You grabbed Michael's sleeve.

"Michael!" You said.

He looked in front of you and seen it. He jumped out of bed and shoved his clothes on and carried you to the car quickly.

"Baby keep breathing! I'll be right back." He said.

A contraction came and you felt like dying already. Michael came running out of the house with a bag filled with the stuff that you needed. Bill drove you to the hospital. When you arrived, paparazzi was everywhere. Out if all times why now? Michael ran through them and made inside to tell the nurses that you were in labor. They rushed outside and had you sit in a wheelchair. They rolled you into a room and had you change into the hospital gowns. Michael sat next to you, holding your hand. He let you squeeze it when a contraction happened. After 5 passed, his hand was purple. He didn't mind at all, he tried to stay calm, but inside he was to excited. His first child was about to be born! Hours passed, and your contraction were getting closer together. He doctor checked how much you dilated. They finally told you that it was time to start pushing. Michael prepared his hand for some serious pain. And you prepared your mind for the same thing. You pushed and pushed, then they said hey seen the head coming. You let go of Michael's hand so that he could see your miracle come into the world. The head came out, and then the rest if the body. But the thing was, he wasn't crying. He wasn't breathing! The doctors took him and started to operate. They stitched you up and told Michael to stay with you.

"What's wrong with my baby?" You asked.

"Mrs.Jackson don't be alarmed, your son will be fine. He just has some blockage in his lungs that we need to remove quickly. Your baby is in good hands." The nurse explained.

"Oh no." Michael said, sitting down.

You hoped and prayed that the baby was gonna be okay. They didn't give you your son all night. In the morning was when you really stared to worry. Michael stayed the night obviously. He was just as worried as you were. Just then, nurse came in.

"How's my baby?" I asked.

"I am very sorry Mrs.Jackson to inform you that....your baby is perfectly fine and he is right outside." She said, smiling.

"You almost gave a a heart attack!" Michael said.

"That was the point!" The nurse said from outside of the door, picking up the baby.

She came in again, holding the most cutest baby you have ever seen. She handed him to you. You touched his cheek that was chubby. He opened his eyes to reveal that he had Michael's chocolate brown ones. He giggled and warmed your heart. You handed him to Michael.

"Aww! He's so perfect." He said.

"What is his name?" You asked.

"Prince. Prince Michael Jackson." He smiled.

He kissed your cheek as you smiled.