Exposed || MJ/Prince

Exposed || Chapter 57

1986 - The Penthouse, California

Prince

Patrice, we've dedicated "Mountains" to you.

Romance and devotion will hopefully find your sadly broken heart again someday. 

Love,

Prince, Monty, and The Revolution

No more touring.

Finally home.

Monty sat up against the pillows on our bed as she held onto her stomach.

While dim lighting once again captured the room, gently leaned in to kiss her cheek.

The reaction of my wife  seemed absolutely reasonable given the circumstances.

At eight months pregnant, she was now more anxious and even irritable.

It didn't even help knowing that her self esteem plummeted in one way or another. 

In a  completely different scenario, she would've jumped right into my arms, exuding happiness.

Even with her drastically opposite figure now, my queen still looked beautiful.

All the while, I remained loyal and still alert. I didn't know what to think as groupies confronted me time and time again during the tour.

This time, enough was enough.

I only belonged to one woman now. Regardless of the chaos surrounding us. As I've said, I'd never give up on Monty  again.

Even Michael and I kept in contact, holding back previous anger towards each other.

There was no other choice. The upcoming little princess needed peace from all of us.

Monty would've killed somebody if any drama unfolded once Nikki was born.

"Natalie is still here on duty and fixed us dinner. How are you feeling, Baby?" I scooted onto the bed and leaned up against my wife. As usual.

"Bloated, fat, ugly, gross. Remind me to never get pregnant again. I'm pretty sure we're adopting next time. Go ahead and tell Mike, too. On the other hand,  I haven't exercised in months and sitting in this house with nothing to do is killing me. Why can't she just get her now?" My poor baby complained bitterly  without even thinking. I couldn't help wanting to tear up. 

"Don't say that, Mo. It'll be over soon. Just one more month. I'm so proud." I assured, kissing her now freed hand.

"Okay. Thanks." Monty sighed out loud this time, giving me a weak smile.

"You're welcome. Anyway, let's stop moping. Whatcha watching?" Silence entered the room as I turned to watch our  flickering television. When we locked eyes for a moment, she smiled again.

So pretty. I thought to myself, gushing as if we met all over again.

"Old Soul Train footage to remember when I was sexy. Once this baby comes and I can secure nannies during the week, I'm sweating with dance until this body is bad again. I'm getting my curves back." Monty sadly rambled once more. My heart ached.

"Even if you're pregnant, you're still sexy and gorgeous. I don't ever want to hear you ridicule yourself like that again. This is only a blessing." I  absolutely admired the exercise goal, but more remarks about physical appearance upset me.

Monty carefully leaned in to kiss me. Just when I thought we'd touch lips, the baby started kicking.

Monty pulled away from me, straining to sit up against the pillows once more. Her voice cried out. Pained.

"Everything okay?" At the noise,  Natalie rushed into the room without hesitation and furrowed eyebrows. Before I could even open my mouth to yell.

"She's kicking!" Monty clenched her teeth within  seconds. I couldn't even touch my wife right now.

Worst feeling.

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Monty's stomach pain finally subsided after several  minutes. Yet, my heart continued pounding. I could only imagine what the actual labor would be like next month.

The entire Hughes family would meet us at the hospital as soon as possible. Michael and I  already obtained clearance to enter the facility in secret.

Katherine Jackson  thankfully accepted this truth, despite its wedlock circumstances.

Joseph Jackson wanted nothing to do with Monty or even Knick Knack.

Again, I didn't know what to think and fumed. My heart shattered and raced all at once.

Princess the  Nicole had nothing to do with the surrounding drama. Adults caused problems, not children.

The Jackson siblings, all spread out these days, would eventually meet Nikki in person.

The videotape still ran onscreen, but I continued watching out of curiosity.

Somehow, different footage must've been overriding the space or something. My eyes narrowed in the name of confusion for obvious reasons.

I didn't know what to think as Michael suddenly  blurred into view on the television screen. I quickly turned my head away from the television for a moment.

Monty had been sound asleep beside me now  after taking a quick restroom break. 

Of course, nurse Natalie and I helped my pregnant wife hobble from one door to the other. Regardless of space between spots.

I then kissed the top of Monty's head, which didn't even stir her at all. My hand  gently pushed back those wild curls afterwards, which only fell right back into place.

My eyes soon concentrated on the television screen once more.
The bottom left hand corner of this sometimes jerky footage read 1984.

Onscreen, Michael stepped out into sun and fished out Aviators. A faint smile reached my face as I continued watching.

Seconds before Jackson could even  slip on the bad boys, Brenda purred with the New Jersey accent I knew too well.

"Hey, Mike. You look sharp." Her fimilar tone  gestured  for a moment behind the camera.

"Stop!" Mike chuckled and waved off the camera with frantic hands.  A draped jacket from his arm fell right down.

"I don't care. You look good." Monty only laughed harder.

Mike picked up the jacket and wiped off natural debris from the ground before draping this garment over his arm again.

"Thank you, Baby Girl." Mike stood back up and noticed Monty behind the camera once more,

I shook my head. Sadness washed over my entire body. Now, I completely understood why Mike couldn't stand me before. 

I stole his woman, regardless of circumstances.

Damn. I thought to myself. Even their  flirty friendship seemed adorable back then.

My heart dropped. Maybe these two were meant to be together and I ruined everything.

I stared right down at the beautifully golden  wedding band on my finger, feeling guilty as hell for once.