Speechless... • Michael Jackson •

Pregnant, again

7 Months Later

"Mommy, " I hear a little voice whisper and I open my eyes and Prince is in our bedroom. He's supposed to be in bed too. "Prince, what's wrong?" I whisper and softly crawl out of Mike's arms. "Nightmare, " He answers and I pout.

My baby boy had a nightmare.

I reach down and pick him up. I place him on my lap and he snuggles into me. "Want to sleep with mommy and daddy?" I ask and his face is in my neck. I can feel his head nod, I kiss it and pat his back softly. "Prince?" Michael whispers and he moved his head to look at his daddy. "Nightmare, " I softly say and Michael nods before laying back down.

I lay Prince down on my chest and lay down myself. Mike pulls me into him again and, Prince holds onto my hand and with my other hand, I rub his back and can tell he's fallen asleep once his mouth parts and the grip on my hand releases but still in contact.

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Grabbing the box out of my bag of essentials. I grab a stick out of the box and read the directions. Same as last time, easy.

I close the bathroom door and do my business before closing the capsule and placing it on the counter. The fate is in your hand's little stick.

A little knock on the door and I'm panicking but I recompose myself and open the bathroom door. "Mommy, " Prince looks up at me as he has his onesie one. "Prince, " I bend down and pick him up, I bounce him on my hip. " Hungry, " He mutters and I nod. "You want some food?" I ask and he shakes his head.

"Milk, " He mumbled and I pout. Mike and I have been trying to take Prince off breastfeeding and give him foods that he can eat. "Don't you want food?" I ask and walk out of the bedroom, walking into his bedroom and sitting down on the sofa chair. "No, " He shakes his head vigorously so his hair shakes with him. This boy has a full set of hair.

"Okay. But do you promise to at least try some foods tonight?" I ask and pull my shirt up and I clip the breastfeeding bra. He latches on and I stare down at him as he feeds. He is so adorable...

A little dribble of milk goes down his chin and I wipe it off for him. "You making a mess there bud, " I chuckle and feel him smile.

I stare at him in awe. The way his eyes close when he breastfeeds and the way he sighs. He's too cute.

"Okay, honey, " I clip my bra back up and wipe his mouth with a tissue next to the seat. "You want a nap?" I ask quietly and he nods, closing his eyes and mouth popping open. I tuck him in his new bed he got last month after his missed crib.

I sit down on the side of the bed and run my hand through his hair to get him to sleep. I graze a finger against his cheek and then run my hand through his hair again. Once I've realised he's fallen asleep, I kiss his forehead and put his favourite blanket/stuffed toy next to him.

It's technically a blanket with a fluffy blue rabbit head for babies to hold onto whilst they sleep. It was a present from Katherine or Gamma as Prince calls her.

I switch the baby monitor on and bring it with me as I walk back to our bedroom. I stop in the doorway as I see Michael holding the test in his hand, body still and I immediately tense up. I don't even know the results and he knows before me.

Michael turns to me and his face is in shock. "You're pregnant?" He asks whilst holding the test up in the air. I put my hand over my mouth as a tear goes down my cheek. I'm pregnant again?

I look at the test he has in his hand and nod vigorously. "I guess I am, " I wipe my tears with the back of my hand and Michael wraps me in a hug and he places his hands under my thighs for me to jump up and I wrap my legs around his torso whilst sobbing into his neck.

He sits down on the bed and rubs my back. Michael and I have been trying for a while now and they always came out as negative. "I'm pregnant, " I pull away and lift my shirt up. There's a baby in there.

"You're pregnant, " Michael breathes and kisses my lips softly.

"I love you, Tabitha, so much,"