Angel in Disguise ~ Michael Jackson

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1989

"Ma, I've never seen something so beautiful." I stroked my sleeping baby's head. "I wish my mommy was here to hold him."

"Well she's watching baby. And I know she's so proud of you." Michael's mom stroked my head as if I were her baby. "I remember when Rebbie was born. I was so scared of being a mother, I said how I'd never have another child."

"Oh, you were wrong!" Dee Dee, Tito's wife, laughed.

"Oh hush you!" Katherine teased. "You said the same thing once while in labor the first time if I recall correctly."

2009

Those two women were extremely important to me, especially when I had Amir. Motherhood was nerve wrecking, especially growing up the way I did. My mother was always more of a friend.

I hadn't bothered returning the calls to Erin or Prince, but the one person I needed to call back was TJ.

"Auntie?" TJ answered the phone.

"Hey honey, how is everything?"

"I'm so happy you called! We're holding up, I guess. How are you? I know it must be hard for you, too. And I'm sorry we keep stealing the kids." He chuckled.

"It's fine, those are your cousins!"

"Those are your babies, Auntie!"

1995

"Miss Preston? You have some visitors." One of the nurses called. I was expecting my sisters to pop in as they always did.

"Thank you. Please send them in." I wiped my eyes. My eyes were red for all of 1995 , I couldn't wear eye makeup for weeks after I got out of rehabilitation because I had scratched my eyes so badly, crying.

"Is that mommy?" I heard a little voice.

"Why are you asking? Yes, it's mommy." Micah whispered back to Amir. Two voices I had only heard in my dreams for the past five months. My head snapped towards them. "I told you it was mama, Mir." She smiled at me.

"My babies." I whispered as they ran to me. I pulled them against my chest and started to cry, except contrary to the tears I usually cried, these were happy.

"Hi Auntie London." Taryll smiled weakly, a car seat in his hands.

"Is it Zayden?" I asked desperately. He silently walked her over to me. Her huge, dark eyes scanned me curiously as she tried to eat her hand. "Can I hold her?"

"Of course!" Taryll laughed.

"Those are your babies, Auntie." TJ unstrapped the very chubby baby from her carseat and handed her to me.

"We can't stay for long." Taryll said, smiling sadly. "Nobody knows we brought them here, we kinda snuck them."

"It's fine. I'm never going to be able to thank you, boys." I sniffled, holding all of my babies in my weak arms.

"We can never thank you, Auntie London. You've been such a mother to us ever since, you know." Taj rubbed my shoulder.

"We're going to work through this, you're still our mom and we love you." TJ kissed my forehead.

It wasn't much. But that short visit was what gave me the strength to keep pushing forward, to keep working to get better.

2009

"TJ, if I could give you and your brothers everything your heart desires, I would. What you did for me is the reason I'm still here today. You reminded me of what I had to work for before it was too late, and I love you three with my whole heart. I always have."

"I love you. And when Mom died, you were the mother figure in our lives. We were going through our darkest period and you took care of us." I heard a baby scream in the background.

" Is that Dee Dee?"

"Yeah, I've really gotta bring her to see you. She's so beautiful. Delores Dior, after Mommy and you."

Super late, super short, super sorry x

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