Bad era
"AWWW THIS LOOKS CUTEE!" Aurora excitedly jumped, holding a baby onesie that's coloured baby blue. "Can we please take it!" She said giving me a puppy face, I shake my head at her silliness, taking the onesie.
"Oh my god, let me go check this out." Aurora beamed to the pjs section. I continue looking for some shirts for the baby.
(At home)
"Pam! I'm here!" I shout, closing the door behind me. "Hello Y/N, let me help you." She grabs the bags as I fall onto the couch. "I'm hungry." I complain, holding my huge stomach. "I'll tell brad to cook something for you." Pam assures walking upstairs.
I open the television channeling through but stop. "Now I know all of you wondering, when will Michael Jackson start his tour? Here's the answer, Michael Jackson gave us some news, saying that he's still rehearsing his huge upcoming tou-" I sigh closing the tv as I look at my stomach. "Well, I guess your dad is busy, very busy." I get up, walking to the master bedroom, ready to have my "little" nap.
(2 hours later)
"Mrs. Y/N?" I hear Pam call knocking on the door several times. "WHAT?!" I asked annoyed that she interrupted my sleep. "May I talk to yo-." "PAM NOT NOW PLEASE!" I throw the pillow on my head, trying to get back to sleep. "It's Sir Jackson." I get up as fast as possible, opening the door.
"How many times do I have to tell you to call me Y/N?" I tell her going downstairs. "Hello?" I say holding my back from the tiredness, although I only went downstairs. "Hey its me Michael." He says as i sit down smiling. "How are you and the baby?" He asks his voice seemingly in a hurry. "Every thing is good...and you?" He sighs before taking a deep breath. "I'm very busy, rehearsing and stuff." I nod as i see pam sneakily getting out of the door. "why is pam ge-." "Hows everything?" Michael interrupted in a whisper.
I realized how Michael asked the same question before and he also made me wonder why he was whispering. "Michael i'm fine and why are you whispering?"
There was a moment of silence, until i start hearing screams of people shouting Michaels name. "Listen, i have to go, call you later." Thats when i heard the line go off. I start to feel mixed emotions, asking myself so many questions. I walk over to the kitchen finding something to eat, i turn on the radio as i start to make a meal. "Michael Jackson was found outside, walking with a woman, who we couldn't identify who she is, but they sure look like they're having some fun."
I stop everything as i walk over to the living room, turning the tv on. "We really don't know who she is but she sure likes having his company." There was little ole Michael, talking to a very, very pretty girl, both of them smiling. I was just there in shock and furious.
What is going on?
Part 4?
