❥𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤||𝑀𝐽 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠•𝑉𝑜𝑙𝑢𝑚𝑒𝑇ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒/𝒞ℴ𝓂𝓅𝓁ℯ𝓉ℯ𝒹/❥

♡Finally Complete♡

~SET IN THE BAD ERA~
[1989]

As you finished putting on your earrings, you smiled - walking out of the bathroom, and into the bedroom that you and your husband, Michael, had shared.

Your husband was standing in front of the full length mirror, readjusting his necktie. A small smile was present on your face as you admired the man you loved. You placed your left hand over your pregnant belly, you were nine months along - and you were to go into labour any day now.

However, this evening - you were going to attend the awards show with your husband. The American Music Awards, to be exact.

You had on a lovely, blue evening gown, and you looked stunning. When Michael noticed you staring, he broke into a grin, and turned around to face you.

"You're staring," he remarked, making you giggle.

"I know, but only because my husband is so handsome," you responded, rolling your eyes playfully. Michael broke into a chuckle as he made his way over to you.

"And how is our little one?" he got down on his knees, placing his head on your stomach.

The two of you hadn't learned the gender of your baby yet, because you wanted it to be a surprise. Michael wanted a girl, and you wanted a boy.

But in all honesty, you just wanted the baby to be healthy - regardless of the gender.

"He's fine," you laughed as Michael got to his feet.

"He?" he raised an eyebrow. "You mean she,"

"We'll see," you added, making the both of you laugh.

"I love you so much," he whispered as he rested his forehead against yours.

"I love you more," you smiled.

"I love you most,"

•⊱♡⊰•

Upon arriving at the venue, the members of the media were everywhere and you were slightly anxious. Michael held onto your hand tightly the entire time. As the two of you walked into the building, you heard several women calling your name.

Turning your head, you noticed that they were fans, and that they were waving at you. You broke into a small smile, waving back at them. Of course, they squealed, making you smule even wider.

A moment passed before you turned around, and followed Michael to your assigned seats. The both of you sat down, and waited for everybody else to settle down.

"Oh," Michael mumbled when he saw Quincy. "I'll be back," he whispered, kissing your cheek before standing up, and walking to meet his producer. Suddenly, you began to feel a sharp pain in your abdomen. It lasted for about a minute before it faded away. You were beginning to feel very uncomfortable - but you chose not to say anything. You didn't want to ruin the night for Michael.

"(Y/N)?" a female voice spoke, making you turn your head and look up. Your eyes widened when you saw Janet, Michael's sister. Standing up, you had a wide smile painted on your face as she pulled you in for a warm hug. "Oh my! You look stunning!" she exclaimed. "You're glowing!"

"Aw thanks," you giggled. "But trust me, I don't feel as bright as I look," you groaned slightly.

"Is everything okay?" she questioned with an expression of concern, painted on her face.