Michael Jackson and Whitney Houston

Perfect

Whitney's POV

Our families burst through the door as if there was a fire. Some had flowers others had cards. The hospital room was like a hotel room. Very big with flat screen TVs, sofas, recliners, windows, refrigerator, sink, bathroom. I was loving it. I guess it's because we're big celebrities.

I was already hooked up to the IV and I was drugged up on the epidermal. I wasn't feeling any type of pain and I was really comfortable in the bed. I was really pissed at Michael. The way he said that Jasmine was his really hurt my feelings. I had a big part in

her being put in me.

Everyone found seats and started chatting about how talented Jazzy would be. Randy had yet another stick of salami and was in his own world.

"Whitney, are you excited?" My mother asked.

"Yeah. My baby is gonna be spoiled." I clapped.

"Your baby?" Michael's head snapped up.

"Yup! Mine!" I shot back.

"It takes two." He said. By now we were mimicking each other from the previous conversation we had earlier.

"Well if I didn't have the egg cells then she wouldn't be in me." I stuck out my tongue.

"If I didn't have the sperm cells to combine with your egg cells then she wouldn't be in you." He spat back.

"If I wasn't the one that wanted to make love then your sperm cells wouldn't combine with my eggs cells."

"If I didn't give in and make love then my sperm cells wouldn't have combined with your egg cells and you wouldn't be in labor with her!"

Everyone stayed quiet. Katherine and my mother looked embarrassed by our behavior. Joseph just sat there shaking his head as if he knew this was gonna happen. Randy was still eating. I blushed from embarrassment. I forgot that everyone was still here.

"That was deep." Janet's eyes were really big.

"He started it this morning. He called Jasmine his baby. She's bother of ours. O to the U to the R." I put my face in my hands and started crying.

"Whitney?" Michael whispered in my ear so that no one can hear. I felt on hand on my back and another and my arm.

I didn't answer. I was so embarrassed and so aggravated. I thought Michael would be the happiest man on earth knowing that Jasmine would be born soon. But he's being a jerk. I kind of knew that he didn't mean to say Jasmine was his in the type of way that I took it. But I would look foolish if I said that out loud.

"Baby, don't cry." He continued to whisper. "Please. I'm sorry. I guess I'm so anxious that I'm taking it out on you. You know I'm not like this. Stop crying. But I still love you."

His words did explain a lot. So I know the reason why he's being a jerk. No matter how hard I try, I can never get mad at AppleHead. I didn't want to give in and stop crying but it was no use. I wiped my tears and looked at him.

"Love you, too, AppleHead." I said.

He kissed me with fierce and a lot of passion. I got so involved with the kiss that I forgot about everything else.

"Oh, come on! I'm eating!" Randy waved his salami stick.

We broke away kind of embarrassed. Of course Randy had to ruin the moment! But it's hard not to love Randy. He's just so stupid but smart and funny at the same time. I don't know what it is about salami but he wouldn't stop eating it.

Doctor Susan walked in with a clip board and a smile. She closed the door and walked over to me.

"How are you, Mrs. Houston Jackson?" She asked.

"I'm fine. And please, call me Whitney." I said with a bright smile.

"Well, I need to check how many centimeters you are. Can you spread your legs and prop them up?" She asked putting on gloves.

"That's freaking disgusting. She has to see your female parts?" Randy stopped chewing.

"Well, it isn't pleasant looking at a private part that is stretched because a baby is trying to come out. But I have to. If I don't then we won't know when it's time to deliver. She can't feel anything below her waste so she can't tell us when." Susan explained.

"Still disgusting." He shrugged and continued eating.

Susan sat in a rolling chair in front of the bed. She made sure her gloves were on correctly and pulled the blanket up a little. I was embarrassed that someone was looking at my private area but she had to.

"Wow." Susan withdrew her head and let the covers drop.

"What?" Michael sat up in his chair.

"She's eight and a half centimeters." Susan said taking her gloves off.

"Seriously?!" I smiled.

"Yup. I say in about a hour or two you'll have a baby in arms."

"Good." I lay my head on the pillow.

Susan walked over to a big machine and started playing with buttons. She turned a knob and I heard a loud beat.

"It's heart rate is normal. Not a crack or a pause. Perfect." She wrote something on the clip board.

"That's excellent!" My mother clapped.

"When you give birth, everything would be perfect. In our records of the sonograms, we don't see and brain punctures or heart throbbing. It's limbs is perfect." Susan nodded.

"Amazing." Michael said lowly.

That took a huge weight off my shoulder. I was so worried about something going wrong when I gave birth.

Now I know that Jasmine will be here healthy and alive.

-If you want to see how Jasmine looks go to my page 💕 ... She's my cover photo ... She's actually my cousin and I love her to death 💖 ... I put her name for Nippy and Mikey's baby ... 💋❤️💙

- And I'm getting highly agitated 😡 ! Why is everyone saying that Mikey has big hands ✋ ?! I honestly don't see it ! His hands are gorgeous ! 👏👌

-ChunkyMonkey 🙊