A New Kind Of Love//Book 2

Chapter Fourteen: An Eventful Shower

April 8th, 1994

Michael's POV

The streamers hung around the kitchen, all in the signature baby blue color. Food wafted from the oven, ready to be consumed in a few hours since it was the day of the baby shower.

I rushed to the bathroom down the hall once again, carefully sitting down by the toilet to throw up for the 5th time this morning. I hated this to the extreme, I thought throwing up every morning was over with but it came back one last time in the form of being anxious.

I was a bundle of nerves since I woke up; Jesus I hate this. The party started in an hour and I was a totally mess, I was flushed and sweaty from throwing up, not something that looked very good on me.

The door opened behind me and Prince knelt down, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. He ran his fingers through my curls, brushing them out of my face as I hung sickly over the toilet.

"Are you okay? If you're not up to it you don't have to do it if you don't want to." Prince whispered, wiping away the thin layer of sweat on my forehead.

"No, no. Just give me a second." I leaned against the tub, the cold porcelain pressed against my back, cooling me down just a bit. The baby kicked and I felt another wave nausea but I kept it down, somehow the baby was making it worse.

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I stood in the kitchen, Janet stared at me from across the room, the look of holy crap on her face. I adjusted the overalls that she was obviously staring at. The red cardigan paired nicely with the light blue overalls, I was still extremely self conscious, this wasn't part of my normal wardrobe.

Janet strolled around the house, looking at me occasionally, checking out all the decorations, making sure they were perfect. I touched my nose, a habit I did when I was overwhelmed with nervousness, which was right now.

I tapped my fingers in the counter, my eyes flicking to one thing to another, "yo Applehead, chill. Everything will be fine." Janet chuckled, leaning on the counter across from me.

"I know, I know." I rubbed the baby bump as he kicked me pretty hard; I still wasn't used to that feeling.

"So...anyways the plans for today are: A bunch of you guys are gonna try and guess the flavor of baby food, who can put a diaper on a baby doll the fastest, food and presents." She droned on.

"Okay, who all's coming? I can't remember." I asked, plopping down onto the bar stool, standing for too long hurt my swollen feet and ankles; the weird things a baby does to your body...

Janet sat next to me, resting her chin on her head she thought for a second, "Latoya, if she'll come. Mother, Prince's mom, Tito. Tyka, Prince's sister. Liz Taylor and one of Prince's friends, Morris I believe." She said, her eyes drifted to my stomach, like they always did when she wanted to feel it.

"Go ahead," She immediately tried to find a spot where the baby was kicking, "Joesph's not coming, correct?"

"I don't think so." She smiled, satisfied as my baby kicked her hand.

"Good." Having him here would send my anxiety through the roof.

A pair of heels echoed against the hardwood floor, I turned around to face Prince wearing a cheeky grin." He was dressed in a yellow pair of jeans and a freshly ironed navy blues button up.

"Hello handsome." I greeted, his lips met mine, kissing them lightly.

The doorbell rang throughout the house, I dragged my lips away from his, "Janet can you get it?" I whined, Janet nodded her head and sped off to the door, rolling her eyes my neediness.