Unknown Child

part 7.8

Michael
We made it to my parents house in Encino around 12. I was nervous as hell to introduce Michaela to the rest of my family.

When we made it outside behind my parents house, Jermaine proceeded to walk over to them to their outdoor lunch table.

"Hey ma." He bent down and kissed mother with Michaela in his arms. "Joseph." He gave him a Pat on the back.

My mother looked at Michaela then back at me.

"Michael come on over here and give your mother a hug." She told me. I bent down and hugged her then patted Joseph on the back and sat down across from them as Jermaine stood with Michaela still in his arms.

"So which one of you want to tell me who this cutie is?" She asked. She waved Jermaine over and put her arms out to hold Michaela.

Jermaine looked over to me and I put my head down.

"Your mother asked a question?" Joseph said.

I looked up and saw Michaela looking right at me. I knew then I had to speak up.

"Her name is Michaela Willow Houston Jackson." I said in one breath.

"Okay we will talk about this later." Mother said and I looked up to see Joseph staring at her.

Prince ran over with his cousins.

"Hey daddy!" He said as he hoped in my lap.

"Hey man." I said back to him then he looked at Michaela and pointed.

"Who is that?" He asked.

I looked at Michaela who had her head down.

"That's your sister." I told him.

"Okay come on sister." He said as he hoped down and ran over to my mother while she was sitting on her lap. He took her hand as she got down and followed him looking back for assurance.

"Okay now that she is gone. How old is she son and when did you find out?" Mother asked.

"She is 5 mom. And I've known since she was born. I know I didn't tell you guys when I found out but her mother thought you would tell the media." I told them.

Joseph looked at me shaking his head.

"Just say it Joseph. I don't need the judgement." I told him.

"I don't know who it is your talking to but you better get the tone right." He said pointing his finger. "Now who is her mother?" He asked.

"Whitney." I whispered.

"Michael speak up. Now this Whitney do we know her?" Mother asked.

"Yes mother Whitney Houston." I sat back in the chair and looked at the both of them.

Joseph got up and went over to the watch kids. I sat up and saw all my other brothers and sisters coming around. I fell back into my seat.

"Hey ma" they all said one by one grabbing seats and sitting on the ground.

Mother gave them this look that made Jackie look at me.

"What you do Michael?" He asked.

"He got a kid by Whitney" Jermaine spoke up. I glared at him and everyone looked at me.

"Where is the kid Michael?" Janet asked.

"Michaela" I called her. She ran over and stood on the side of me.

"Aww Michaela she has your name put as a girl." Latoya said. Janet gave Latoya a laughed.

"Really Latoya that's all you can say." Janet said.

"Uh okay you too." Robbie said. Then looked at Michaela.

"Hey little mama. I'm your auntie Rebbie" She got up and gave her a hugged. Then 
Janet and Latoya and the rest of the clan introduced themselves. She made faces at how many of them there were.

"All of you my auntie and uncle?" She asked as she stood beside me.

"Yes" they said in unison. I just shook my head while she looked to my mom.

"Who's that?" She asked as she looked at my mom.

"That's your grandma." I told her.

"Really?" she asked. We all laughed. Michaela ran to play and my brothers and sisters talked along with my mother. I told them I don't want her in the media and they understood even though my other kids were.

We ate and fellowshiped until I saw Prince rubbing his eyes so I decided to take all my kids home. When we got home I gave them a bath and put them all to bed. Paris and Michaela were in the same room, I always had a twin bed made up for a girl in her room with her crib. Prince slept in his room. It was going on 9pm and I was laying on the bed with my hands behind my head. I started to go into deep thought until the house phone rang. I knew only family and security had the phone number so I decided to answer.

Phone conversation
Michael- hello
Caller- Michael I swear if you don't get my child back to my mom I will call the police.
Michael- Nice to hear from you too Whitney and no I will not take my daughter to your mother while you are on tour and I am home.
Whitney- Michael I swear I will call the police.
Michael- call them Whitney but I doubt you will. When you do you will have to come out to your fans that she exist.
Whitney- Okay Michael. Just tell me how she is doing?
Michael- She's good but when you come home from your break we need to talk about this.
Whitney- okay (hangs up)
End of Phone Conversation

After the conversation with Whitney I went to bed. I was so done with the day.

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Short chapter got a little writers block...