Speechless... • Michael Jackson •

Positively Accurate

"Killer queen," I sing with the radio as I do my makeup, Michael watches me from the bed. "Why do you even wear makeup, you look even more beautiful without it," He gets up from the bed and walks over to me, his chin rests on my shoulder as I apply my mascara.

"Thank you. But I like wearing makeup," I kiss his cheek, leaving a lipstick mark on him. He looks in the mirror and grins. I grab a makeup wipe and wash the lipstick off his face.

"Now if you Excuse me, I have to do my hair," I slip out of his grasp and skip to the bathroom to do my hair.

Feeling a little weird in my stomach I try to ignore it, Mike has gone downstairs to look around whilst I'm here waiting patiently for the weirdness to stop but all of a sudden, Bile comes up my throat and I vomit into the toilet.

The third time it's happened this week and it's getting me suspicious...

My breasts has also gotten a little bigger, Mike has even asked how that happened and I honestly don't know.

Only one thing comes to mind...

I grab my essential bag and grab the box of pregnancy tests, I get one out and read the directions. Okay...

I pull the lid off and do what I need to do with it, I set it on the side and wait five painful and outpatient minutes. I slowly walk back into the bathroom and take the test.

Two lines, what does that mean? I look at the box and it means pregnant.

I stare at the little stick with my eyes wide open and heart racing. Explains the sickness and breasts swelling...

"Pregnant..." I mutter out in disbelief. I turn to my side and pull my shirt up and place my hand on my growing belly.

"how in the heck are we gonna tell, Daddy?" I sigh with a small smile. I have a little life in my stomach. Damn. How am I gonna tell Mike?

He obviously won't be angry at me because he loves kids so, maybe happy?
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"I'm sure he'll love you, bubba, " I wonder how many weeks I am? I thought I was just getting fat... but this explains it all.

I'm not going to tell Michael today, I'll do it soon but right now I need to keep this baby a secret.I sigh and drop my shirt so it covers my belly. I look over to the test and put it back in my bag for proof if Mike asks if I'm being serious.

When I tell him I want it to be special and what he'll remember forever. Our very first baby.

Is motherhood going to work out for me? Will I fail? Oh God, I'm not ready.

I start to stress out until someone's voice fills the air. "Tabby!" Janet walks into the room with a bottle of water. "Uh, hey, Janet, " I scurry out of the bathroom and meet her in the bedroom.

"Hey, you okay? You look panicked," She asks with a frown on her face. I'm not panicked, I'm ecstatic. "I'm fine, are we ready to go?" I ask her. "Yeah, we're just waiting for you," She smiles and gives me her arm to take.

"The beach is beautiful, there are a couple here that is out tour guide, private tour guide and they're lovely," She says and we walk out of the house to where Mike is waiting. Mike, the father of my child.

He turns around at the sound of my voice, hr has a grin on his face. "Hey, " He kisses my forehead and wraps an arm around my waist. "Hey, " I smile up at him, pretending that nothing is wrong.

I would of cried when I found out I was pregnant and a tear almost slipped but I knew that someone was gonna come into my bedroom so I kept my emotions out.

"Ah, Mr and Mrs Jackson, oh and Janet," The elderly lady smiles at us with a warm greeting. I should probably spice up my French skills to amaze Mike.

"Salut, Enchanté," I say and Michael glances my way with a frown. The couple light up inside and I look towards my shocked husband.

"I didn't know you spoke French," He mutters into my ear and I chuckle lowly, feeling a vibration in my throat. "Et appelez-moi Tabitha s'il vous plaît, " I ask her, she nods with a smile.

"Let's go," Janet passes us, Mike and I follow her with the elderly couple leading the way.