Michael Jackson and Whitney Houston

She's In My Arms

Michael's POV

I took Jasmine out of the baby bin and sat in the rocking chair.

Oh my god, she was beautiful. She had my eyes, a mixture of me and Whit's nose, chubby cheeks, brown skin, and black small curls on her head. She weighed five pounds six ounces. She was ten inches. So small and frail. How can you not love her?

My family had returned in the room along with Nippy's. They were all quiet watching me. I was kind of nervous holding her. If I made one wrong move...

Whitney was sat up in the bed watching me with a smile. She wanted me to hold the baby first because I've been wanting this my whole life. We had a argument about it and in the end she won. I could see the beam on her face. She feels like she accomplished something. And she did. She accomplished carrying a baby for nine months. Went through swollen fingers and feet, heaviness, back pains, hormones, not eating certain foods, no making love, having to relax, not going on rides, not running, not going in the pool, no laying on the floor. She dealt with that for nine months for a baby. Kudos to her. I respect her even more for that. She could've had an abortion or gave Jasmine up for adoption. But she didn't because she knew that'll break me and she wanted Jasmine as much as I did.

"Can I ask a serious question?" Randy asked swallowing his salami.

"What is it, Randy?" I sighed knowing he was going to say something completely stupid.

"Do you drink chocolate milk?" He looked at Whitney.

"Besides PepsiShakes, chocolate milk is my favorite beverage." Whitney smiled.

"I didn't ask for all that. It's a yes or no question." He waved his stick around. I had to let out a snicker.

"Yes, Randy." Whitney sighed.

"Are you going to breast feed?" He looked at her.

"No. That's gonna hurt." Whitney opened her eyes wide.

"Well, if you did breast feed would your milk be chocolate?" He looked serious.

Everyone was quiet as they looked at him. For minutes it was like this. I couldn't help it no more. I bursted out laughing but being careful not to wake up my princess. Nobody else joined in. I was laughing so hard that tears came out of my eyes.

"Uh, no, Randy." Whitney said as if he was crazy. "All foods and beverages goes down to your digestive system not my breast."

"It's a big possibility." He said and continued eating.

Everyone was looking at me now because I was laughing so hard. No one else found it amusing. I did though. Randy is just too silly. Sometimes he doesn't mean to be silly but he still is. After about ten minutes I calmed down. I wiped my tears away and blew out a deep exhale.

"Here, Nippy." I handed Jasmine to her as she started wiggling.

"Why don't you want to hold her anymore?" Whitney asked.

"Because she's waking up." I answered.

"That doesn't mean she wants me." Whitney argued.

"Whitney, I was holding her for twenty minutes." I said.

"So you're saying you're tired of holding her? Your child?" Whitney narrowed her eyes.

"Michael, you should ashamed of yourself. Momma raised you better than that." Randy gasped.

"Randy!" I hissed.

"Oh sorry, I just wanted a little excitement." He giggled.

He gets on my nerves!

"Whitney, that's not what I'm saying. I'm saying it's your turn." I said. "And MY baby? What happened to OURS?"

"Forget it." She signed snuggling Jasmine to her chest.

"You're lucky she's not a boy." My mother said.

"Why?" I looked at her.

"Because if you would've got him circumsize then he would've raised hell every time you changed him." Jermaine commented.

"What's circumzied?" Randy asked.

My mother told him in a voice that was very quiet. He gasped and shook his head.

"The world is disgusting!" He said.

"Well, it happened to you." Susan walked into the room.

"How do you know?" He furrowed his eyebrows.

"Because I delivered you, Michael, Marlon and Janet. It happened to all three of you boys." She said.

"Oh, hi." He waved.

"Hi, Randy." She laughed. "Whitney how are you feeling?"

"Tired, hungry." Whitney answered immediately handing the baby to me.

"We have to change you." Susan said closing the curtain.

"Change her?" I whispered so no one can hear.

"Her pad. Remember her blood is flowing freely. Not her blood from delivering the baby but from her backed up minstrel cycle. That was why I concealed us from everyone else so they won't see anything." Susan whispered back.

I sat back in the rocking chair with my princess in her arms. She was awake and struggling to keep her eyes open. The hat they put on her was pink with blue stripes.

"Whitney, you'll be bleeding for a few days. And take it easy. Don't run or do things that you will have to open your legs wide because that'll bust your stitches. Other than that you should be fine." Susan said adjusting the pad between Whitney's leg.

"Thanks, Susan." I said smiling as she pulled back the covers.

"When I heard you and Whitney were coming to have the baby I immediately ordered for me to do the delivery. You've changed a lot since Gary."

And with that she walked out the room.

-Okay, first off ☝️...someone inboxed me (no names) and asked me why I use emojis after every sentence 😒 . Two reasons. One, because I can do whatever I want 👌 . I'll put 1,000 emojis if I want 😡 ! And two because it shows more expression.

-Anyway, next chapter will be a little more dramatic ... 😢😣