The worlds biggest pop star Michael Jackson, gets one of his fans pregnant and has to step up to the plate and raise his daughter by himself and has to cope with her stubborn ways and behavior.
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8:57 pm at a Las Angela's Hospitals October 15, 1982 Michaels POV I was sitting down shaking. How could this moment come. I'm only 24. I'm practically a child myself How am I suppose to tour and raise a child And I barley know the mother to my child I don't even know if she's going to be here and Help me raise this child. You know what. I can just leave. No one will know. I stand up and start to walk to the double doors. I fall to my knees. I can't, if I do I will Be a Worst father than my own father. I walk back and sit in my seat and bang my head up against the wall. I place my hands over my eyes excepting defeat. Just when a nurse came up to me. She was brown skinned green eyes and a light brown hair. "Excuse me Mr.Jackson would you like to see your child now?" She asked Hearing that made it feel So-Real. I don't reply I just get up and she locks arms with me and walk me to the room where my child's mother and child are resting.
I walk into the room and I see Janette my "baby mama" and a little bundle in a bassinet. I stand quietly still in shock that I could be so stupid and get a girl knocked up at the peek of my solo career. I don't even know what I want to do in my career yet. I don't even know what songs will I record next. I don't even know how to raise a child. "Mr. Jackson, would you like to hold your daughter?" The nurse askes. "Daughter?" That word spokes me. "A daughter?" I whisper softly from my lips. The nurse picks up the sleeping baby and she gives out a little cry. She hands me the baby. I hold it as if I was holding a box. "Make sure to support her neck." I quickly readjust my hands. I forgot that a baby was so fragile. Just then her eyes peeked open a little and I saw that she had light brown eyes. Then she blinked. My heart melted. I sat down on the bench next to the bed. My "daughter" took her chubby hands and whipped her eyes. I reached up to rub her cheeks with my knuckles and she grabbed my finger with her left hand. It was the cutest thing I've ever witnessed. I sat with her for hours watching her sleep. And every time she cried I was there to sooth her. Every time she opened her eyes I kissed her rosy cheeks until she went back to sleep .Everything she did that day I was there. I just want to be there for her every step of the way. Could this be love?
9:45 am I open my eyes. I see my daughter still in my arms. I must've forgotten to put her back in her bassinet last night. I wanted to hold her forever. She was so cute. She was a Carmel skinned baby with a head full of hair, light brown eyes like her mom, and rosy lips.
I rapped her up in my red sweater making sure that she was warm through the night. I heard some crying, like a little whimper . It was my baby girl. She must be hungry. Janette had woken up at the sound of the whimper getting louder. "I think she's hungry" I say and I smile and hand her our baby girl. Janette takes her and kisses her then she starts to breastfeed. "She's beautiful" I say trying to spark conversation between me and Janette. We haven't talked since I found out she was pregnant. She shoots me a stare. Janette is mixed race she's black and white. Light brown eyes and is about 5'8. She's stunning by the way. But Janette is one of those girls who are for everybody. In and out of relationships and isn't very loyal. At first I didn't believe that it could be my baby but then I remember that we didn't use protection that night and plus our baby girl has my ears. I couldn't deny her with Those ears. Noticing that I wouldn't be able to start a conversation I left the room to give them some privacy. I went to the cafeteria to get a bite. I rented out a whole floor in the hospital just to have privacy. The media is thinking that I'm having some kind of face surgery right now. But fact is that I'm having a baby. I laugh to myself. "A baby?" Wow. I never thought this day would come. Well at least not for another 10 years or so. I promised myself years ago that I would be a better father than my father ever was to us so I'm going to make that true.
About a hour and a half passed and I walked back into the room. I knocked and there was no answer.
So I decided to barge in. It was empty. "Maybe they went into another room." I say to myself. Then I hear a cry. My daughter was in her bassinet crying and there was a note on the bed. I jumped across the bed and grabbed the note that read:
'Michael, I can't take care of her. My life is to busy right now to take care of a baby. I'm sorry for any inconvenience but I have to go. I hope you understand.'
"I hope you understand?" I read to myself. I couldn't even react at this point because my baby girl was screaming crying by now. I throw the note down and pick up my daughter. I get her to calm down and then the door swings open "MICHAELLLLL!!!" My brother Tito screams then next thing I know all of my brothers and sisters are there with gifts and my mother comes. Jermaine grabs his camera and snaps a picture.
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"Paparazzi stays outside!" I joke around. My mom walks over and takes my daughter from me and cuddles her. "Where's Janette?" Janet asks. "She left." I reply and the room goes silent. "Gone?" My mother asks. I show them all the note. "I always knew she was that type." my mother says I bow my head and my mom hugs me. "You'll be fine Michael, you knew this would come, Janette always been that way." Janet says. "I know but I'll be all on my own raising a child." I say almost starting to cry. "Will be here to support you!" Jackie says gripping my shoulder. I smile. "What's her name?" My mother asks. I hesitate to answer because I think there going to laugh at the name I chose. "Pierce Diana Michael Jackson" I say shy, It sounded better in my head. "Pierce??? As in like an ear Piercing? " My mother asked shocked. "Yes. I chose it because she pierced my heart with love" I say hiding my face. "Well then......welcome Piercy" my mother says and kisses her cheeks.
Sorry this chapter was boring. In the next chapter Pierce will be older and boy is she a tuff one to raise. Thanks for reading
