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♥Surrogate(Dangerous/HIStory Era)♥

"Well, Miss (Y/LN)...good luck," Frank smiles at you as he leaves you alone in the living room of Michael Jackson's mansion.

You smile nervously as you fiddle with your fingers. In a surprising turn of events, you'd agreed to be a surrogate mother for Michael Jackson and Lisa Marie Presley's baby. You were only twenty one and never in your wildest dreams had you ever imagined you'd agreed to something of this sort.

"Oh God," you whispered to yourself as nerves consumed you.

You, however, needed money to fund your dream to pursue a profession in psychology - and this opportunity was one that you could not pass up. Till date, you still hadn't been quite completely sure as to why you'd been chosen.

Nevertheless, you'd reckoned that this option would be best for you, since you wanted to start studying as soon as possible. 

Not forgetting....you absolutely adored children and you may have had a teeny little crush on Michael Jackson himself - but that did not influence your decision at all.

"Are you (Y/N)?" a soft voice startles you and you look to see Michael Jackson standing in front of you with a soft expression. 

"Uh..yeah," you stand up, trying your ultimate best not to seem crazy. "I am," you smile as you hold your hand out for him to shake.

He takes your hand and shakes it gently. "It's lovely to meet you," he smiles as he pulls his hand back.

"It's nice to meet you as well," you nod slowly and the two of you shift awkwardly. "Uh...so where's Mrs. Jackson?" you ask to break the ice. "Sorry, I don't mean to be rude...I just wondered-"

He smiles and nods in understanding. "It's okay. She's upstairs...she's having a bad day so I came down by myself to meet you," he explains and you nod once again.

There sure is a lot of nodding. You think to yourself.

"So..." you shift your feet awkwardly and he notices.

"Yeah..." he begins. "I guess I should get straight to point," he sighs and looks at the floor.

"Yep," you nod quickly. "You should,"

"Well, you already know that you're going to be carrying my baby...right?" he raises an eyebrow hopefully and you smile.

"Yes, I know that much," you respond softly. 

"Okay," his breathing becomes slightly unsteady. 

Silence  consumes the air around the both of you once more.

Finally, you sigh and speak. 

"How do we go about it?" you ask quietly, but loud enough for him to hear.

"Go about what?" his eyes widen slightly and you scoff a little.

"The pregnancy thingy," you flinch a little at your choice of words. You really didn't know how to say it. "You know....like...are we going to see a doctor or something?" 

He studies your face intently. "I thought you already had...didn't Frank take you for a full checkup?" his expression is quizzical.

"Yeah..no I was talking about the process," you emphasize and he raises both his eyebrows as he finally comprehends.

"Oh," he blushes deeply. "Yeah....Lisa and I both agreed that maybe a natural approach would uh..." he clears his throat uncomfortably. "would be the best way," he completes as his eyes search your face.

You inhale sharply at his words, realizing what it meant.

"That is...if you're okay with it..." he says quietly when he notices your reaction.