Exposed || MJ/Prince

Exposed || Chapter 41

Author's Note: vickiwaitingx dwritingprojects amoniquebee ToniJones232 LesaG777 This chapter involves triggering themes and is 100% fictional.

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1985 - American Music Awards

Brenda

We lost a precious baby boy.

My make-up smeared entirely as I watched Prince croon "Purple Rain." His gentle but forlorn eyes glanced towards me throughout the heartfelt  performance.

By the time Prince finally  reached his now legendary  guitar solo, I jumped out of my seat, screaming and pointing with encouragement towards that stage.

I felt every single tinge of his pain right now. As if the guitar itself yelped and cried, asking God why our sweet angel left this Earth.

Cyndi Lauper and I stood up once more when Prince kicked the microphone stand, pumping our fists afterwards.

It took everything in me not run up and just hug him. As the guitar solo continued, I could only witness grief in his beautiful eyes.

We all then stood up one final when the performance drew to a close. Prince already dropped onto both knees while cradling his guitar for a moment.

I applauded with nothing short of blurred vision in the audience. Given my heartbreaking  circumstances, there was no other choice.

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"For all of us, life is death without adventure. Adventure only comes to those who are willing to be daring and take changes. And before leaving this building, on behalf of my amazing future wife,  I would like to thank everyone for their thoughts and prayers given our  recent personal tragedy. Mo, I love you...so much..." Prince trembled through his ending words for me. I shook my head, still weeping at times.

"The Revolution" gained numerous awards this evening and that noisy crowd cheered every single time.

Despite my emotional pain, joy washed over my entire body as history unfolded. I hadn't seen anyone sweep award shows like this since Michael last year.

I immediately blew kisses to the stage. Even Wendy and Lisa nodded with understanding smiles.  The audience squealed without hesitation moments later.

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When the ceremony finally ended  for tonight, Prince and I couldn't stop hugging backstage.

Even his wonderful band offered room for us to continue grieving. I absolutely appreciated the kind gesture.

"I love you. We'll get through this. I promise." Prince whispered, still holding me close.

"Thank you, Baby." I still  hugged him right back and wouldn't let go until another  voice caught us both off guard. At first, I didn't know what to think.  

I found Patrice and Vanity standing right alongside each other. Both women seemed to wait for approval or something.

Patrice opened arms first, shaking her head in absolute disbelief. Vanity lurked to one corner in the most beautiful black gown I'd ever seen.

I'd never look that good.

Patrice, Prince and I rounded for a group. I muffled cries into our joined chests.

During fittings for Patrice joked about "Auntie duties" time and time again. We both laughed to keep up energy.

So much for the happiness. I'd probably never have a child. Maybe I wasn't even meant for motherhood at all.

Patrice excused herself to leave as I shook out of the grieving trance. I waved, but still couldn't smile genuinely.

Vanity then quietly walked over, smiling for Prince and me. I nodded to this gorgeous woman, offering a halfway embrace.

"I'm so sorry." Vanity whispered in my ear. Prince mumbled gratitude before leading me out here by the small of my back.

Big Chick and other bodyguards quickly followed, trailing right behind us.

Fellow superstars congratulated Prince for tonight, but Skipper only concentrated on me now.

"I love you." Prince repeated himself in the limousine while bracing my palm.

"I love you, too." I drooped my curly hair right onto his shoulder, drained by the countless tears. 

"How am I ever gonna finish these gigs without you and Spunky?" Prince seemed exhausted as well, begging to find energy and start touring again.

My heart ached as Prince recalled one of many nicknames our boy.
We'd already named him Elijah Ray Nelson. 

"Think of us while you perform."  I whispered again, still drained. My diamond engagement ring continued sparkling through blurred vision once more.

"Always." Prince lifted my cheek before gently kissing my lips. We'd completely  opted out of after parties for once, still grieving.

In one way or another, we still couldn't believe reality now. My worst nightmare finally came true.

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Brenda Michelle  (Monty)

My future wife.

My best friend.

The mother of my children.

You are one of the strongest people I've ever met.

I don't even want to leave you right now.

I just want to hold you in my arms and tell you that everything will be okay.

You are respected. You are valued.
I love you more than ever now. The ring on your finger just amplified its level of importance.

Two more months until I FINALLY end this tour and marry you.

My beautiful, resilient Queen.

Baby, do not fear the future. God just said it wasn't time for our parenthood yet.

We have the rest of our lives to see little angels running around our feet. And I can't wait.

I will call you when I've landed for the show. Don't even worry about trying to call me first like you've usually done.

I just want you to heal. Please let me take care of you now. 

Just get some more rest. I know you don't want to face the world again. Take as much time as you need, Darling.

I'm so sorry about this. You don't understand.  My heart aches for your presence  as I write on this jet.

Remember how much I love you, Mama.

-Prince Rogers Nelson.