Is it Real or Not?

Epilogue

Michael's POV

"Baby, hurry up! We're going to be late!" I yell up the stairs to Carter.

"Hold your fucking horses Michael! I'll be down in a minute," she yells back down to me, making me laugh. To say that her hormones have been everywhere is an understatement. I shake my head and walk back into the living room and that's when I see the whirlwind of toys all over the place. I groan and start to pick them all up when all of a sudden, I hear giggling and I smile to myself.

"Prince? Come here," I call out but I'm only met with more giggles. I walk around to the back of the couch and sure enough, our one year old son was sitting there. He gasped when he saw me and tried to get up to run away but I quickly walked over and picked him up.

"What did I tell you about hiding from Daddy?" I asked him, making him frown.

"Um, no?" He wondered, looking up at me.

"Exactly. Daddy doesn't like it when you hide from him," I told him.

"I sowwy Daddy," he pouted.

"It's ok. Now, how about you go pick up your toys so that we can go see Auntie Jan Jan?" I asked him.

"Yay!" He cheered and I knew it was because I'd mentioned Janet.

"Good boy," I kissed the side of his head before setting him down on the ground again. He ran off and started to pick up his little toys. I sat down on the couch and smiled as I watched him. I was so grateful that he was in our lives.

His name is Michael Joseph Jackson Jr, but we call him Prince so that we wouldn't have two Michael's being called all the time. After the wedding and Carter telling me that she was pregnant, I had decided to talk some time off from touring and recording. I wanted to dedicate all of my time to her and making sure that she was as comfortable as possible. Once we found out that we were having a boy, I was even more excited. We decorated his nursery, went to parenting classes, and had an amazing baby shower for him.

However, when he was born last year, we had a major scare with him. He was born four weeks early and his lungs hadn't fully developed. He had to spend three days in the intensive care unit and me and Carter were absolute wrecks. He's a strong little boy, though because we were able to bring him home after that and he hasn't had any issues since then. 

"Michael!" I heard Carter yell. I hopped up and walked out of the living room. I went over to the staircase and saw her standing at the top of the stairs. "Help me?" She pouted. I nodded and walked up the stairs to her.

"How are you feeling?" I asked her.

"Fucking horrible," she hissed. I looked down at her swollen stomach, where I could actually see our baby kicking.

"Kicking too much again?" I asked. She painfully groaned in response and I frowned. She had this same problem with Prince. It seemed like our kids like to be extra active. Carter claims it's because they're my kids and they must be in there dancing or something.

After Prince was born in October of last year, we took care of him nonstop, all by ourselves. Once the New Year came, we decided that we would take a small break from being parents and get back to being just a husband and wife. We went to Paris for a small vacation and that's when we conceived this baby that Carter is pregnant with now. However, we don't know what this baby is like we did with Prince because we wanted it to be a surprise.

I reached down and placed my hand on her belly, rubbing in small circles. The kicking slowed down and Carter let out a breath that I hadn't realized that she was holding in. 

"I know I said that I wanted them to stay in and bake for the full 40 weeks but it's been 41 weeks and I'm tired," Carter told me, and I could see that she was getting emotional.