Love At First Sight .

Whitney's downfall from another loss

(Whitney is 6 months pregnant now)

Whitney: *on the couch eating and watching tv*

Michael: *sitting next to her rubbing her stomach*

Whitney: *smiles as you rubs her stomach* i can't wait to meet this little one.

Michael: i can't either baby! When's your next appointment?

Whitney: in a few hours so we should start getting ready.

Michael: alright babe !

(They get ready and head over to her appointment)

Doctor: *calls them to the back*

Both: *go back into the room*

Doctor: so, expecting another one i see *smiles*

Whitney: *looks over at Michael* yes we are and we couldn't be anymore happier.

Doctor: Good! Glad to hear! Alright well let's get started . *gets gel and puts it on her stomach turns on the ultrasound machine starts looking for heartbeat*

Whitney: *looking at the screen waiting to see the baby and hear the heartbeat*

Michael: *waiting and looking*

Doctor: *couldn't hear heartbeat* uh oh ..

Whitney: what? What's wrong ?

Doctor: there's no heartbeat. *looks over at whitney*

Whitney: no heartbeat ? What do you mean no heartbeat ?

Doctor: there's not a single heartbeat Mrs. Jackson .

Whitney: you're lying right ? *eyes start to water* can't you fix the machine it has to be the machine

Doctor: no it isn't . I am very sorry . *holds her hand*

Whitney: *burst out crying covers my face*

Michael: *wraps my arms around you* shh baby it's okay. It'll be okay babe *starts crying with her*

Whitney: *crying harder as i hit the side of the bed* it won't be okay .. another one of our kids are gone .. another one .. i can't take any of this anymore Michael

Michael: *rubbing her back* i know baby!! I want to take it all away. Just know our child is in a better place . *motions the doctor with my eyes to please leave the room*

Doctor: *gets up hands then tissues leaves the room*

Whitney: *grabs the stuff that was on the desk throws it* why? Fucking why? What did i ever do to lose another child.

Michael: nothing baby you did nothing.

Whitney: *looks up at Michael* you did this to me Michael.. you did ! You caused me so much hurt and pain it made our child die !! We had 3 more months to go now we have to plan a funeral .. how do you like that??

Michael: *wipes her face* I'm sorry baby!! I'm very sorry if i could take it all back i would I'm so sorry .. *lifts her face up to mines* i will make it all up to you i promise even if i have to take my last breath while doing it .

Whitney: *still crying* i can't anymore Michael, I'm ready to give up. *lays back on the bed wipes my face, turns to the other side of the room*

Michael: *bends down kisses your stomach whispers* rest well daddy's baby!

Whitney: *hears you say that as tears continue to stream down my face*

(The doctor comes in they schedule an appointment for the baby to get removed.

2 weeks later Whitney and Michael go back to the doctors.

Whitney delivers another baby boy they get done with the procedure

3 days later they have a private funeral)

Whitney: *singing Jesus Loves Me while crying* Rest In Peace mommy's baby!!

Kids: Rest In Peace little brother !

Michael: *holding Whitney and the kids* Rest In Peace baby!

Whitney: *waits until the lower the casket walks off goes in the car*

Michael: *follows her*

Cissy: *wipes face* come in kids! Let's go to my house and get some ice cream.

Kids: *crying* okay grandma !

Michael: *gets in the car holds her hand* it'll be okay baby *wipes your face*

Whitney: *shakes her head okay looking out the window*

(Whitney and Michael get home)

Whitney: *goes upstairs in the bedroom gets a box with weed and rolling paper in it sits on the bed starts rolling up*

Michael: Whitney baby. *goss upstairs to the bedroom sees what she's doing* what are you doing? How long have you had this?

Whitney: Michael, just let me be .

Michael: no baby! I don't want you doing stuff like this. It's bad for you.

Whitney: *looks at him then lights up the blunt hits it exhales the smoke crying and starts singing* But there comes a point when , you will exhale yeah yeah say shoop shoop shoop.. it helps me relax Michael that's all. I just buried my child today, do you think i want to try and think about that knowing i can't fix anything? *sniffles*

Michael: you have a point but babe put it out . *holds back my tears as my voice breaks* i don't like to see you hurt baby. I don't like seeing you like this. I know this isn't you.

Whitney: *tears stream down my face* i know baby but i need it. Now, just let me be.

Michael: okay.. okay babe . I'll let you be but please no more. *looks at her walks over to her kisses her* I'll be downstairs cleaning and getting dinner ready okay?

Whitney. *kisses him back* okay babe and mhmm no more!

(Whitney gets done smoking she takes a shower locks herself in the room and cries herself to sleep)

Michael; *looking at the ultrasound pictures crying* I'm sorry little man! I know God has you wrapped around his arms. Your safe. I love you! Fly high son!!