Speechless... • Michael Jackson •

Nursery shopping

Just looking at him makes my heart melt. The way he nibbles his mouth and the way he cuddles on my chest is one of the many things I love about Prince.

This week today is when we were discharged from the hospital and trust me, I was so glad to get out of that place. But right now I'm occupied by my little baby.

He's cuddled into my chest and he's in his cute little onesie his grandma bought him. I look up and see Michael standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame, staring at us.

"You should get some sleep, " He walks into the bedroom and kisses my forehead. I shake my head and turn my attention back to the little bean. "Baby, you're tired. I'll look after Prince, just get some sleep, " He crouches down and sweeps the hair out of my face.

I gently place a kiss on Prince's forehead and hand him to Michael. "Wake me if he's hungry, " I give him a smile and I rub my eyes. "Okay. I love you, " He kisses my cheek. "I love you too, " I walk out of the room and to my bedroom.

I haven't slept in ages and I'm looking like a freaking zombie. Then in between of my thighs hurt and the stitches hurt. I don't even change my clothes as I fall back onto the bed and I'm out light a switch...

"She's mother material, " I hear a distant voice whisper. "She wouldn't sleep until I made her, " Michael says. "Obviously she won't sleep Michael, she's a new mother and it's her natural instinct to always be with the baby, always check-in on him, " I finally register who's voice it is, Katherine.

"I know, and I get that, but I'm just worried about her health, " Michael sighs. Then the baby cries, I stretch out and open my eyes slowly, adjusting to the light until Katherine is in view, smiling at me. "Hello, dear, " She sits down on the edge and sweeps some hair out of my face.

"Hey Katherine, " I sit up and look around the room to see if Prince is there, Mike has left and the crying stops, I sigh out in relief. "How has everything been?" She asks. "Everything has been great, the stitches hurt a little but that's fine, nights are a struggle though, that's when Prince wants to be loud, " I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Babies tend to want more attention at night when they're alone, " She chuckles. "How have you been? Good, I hope, " I give her a smile. "All been great, everyone has been asking about you and Prince, " She looks towards the door and I look with her.

Michael walks into the room with Prince on his chest, he walks over to me and hands him carefully to me. I cradle him to my chest, oh my God, he smells so good.

"He's hungry, really hungry, " Michael chuckles. "You take after your mother, " I mutter to the Bubba on my chest. "You don't mind?" I ask Katherine. "Of course I don't, he's your baby and he's hungry, " She chuckles.

I lift my loose shirt up and latch him onto me, I lean my head back onto the bed frame and listen to their conversation. "Prince is adorable," Katherine grins.

He's beautiful.

"He's so adorable," I pat his bum and roll his onesie up because it's sort of falling. "Okay, time for burping," I drop my shirt and rest Prince over my shoulder and pat his back so he burps.

"I want to go out today," I sigh and rest my head against the bed frame. "Where to?" Katherine asks. "I want to go to a baby store," I smile. I really want to get more items for Prince, maybe a big teddy bear.

"Okay, we'll sort it out," Mike squeezes my thigh and gives me a tight smile, I know how doesn't want me to go out since the birth, but I'm feeling so trapped between these walls.

"I don't want his face shown," I mutter out, Michael and Katherine look at me with a frown. "I Don't want the media to know his identity," I say. Michael nods.

"Okay, we'll cover his face in a blanket," Michael strokes Prince's cheek. "Good, I'm hungry," I get up from the bed and hold Prince against my chest, he snuggles into me. I walk down the hallway and down the stairs until I reach the kitchen.

Mike and Katherine follow behind me. I grab a biscuit and place it in my mouth, holding it between my teeth and sitting down on the sofa, I cross my legs and eat the biscuit. "TV?" Mike asks and reaches for the remote, I nod.

He switches it on and the channel is the news. Katherine sits down next to me and I gently lift her the baby so she can hold him, she's always wanted a grandchild. When we told her, she cried and that made me cry since my hormones were raging all over the place.

Michael sits down next to me and moves his arm around my shoulder and moves me into him.

"Singer, Tabitha Jackson gave birth to her healthy baby son, Prince, on the 13th of February, 7 days after his mother's birthday. Fans were crowding outside the hospital, waiting for a glimpse of the newborn baby," A news reporter says, videos of people crowding outside the hospital. A video of Mike, me, and bodyguards walking towards the car with Prince on my chest.

"I look terrible," I groan, half of my face was covered with my sunglasses. "No. You look beautiful," Mike peppers my cheek with kisses until it reaches my lips.