A New Kind Of Love//Book 2

Chapter Twenty-six: Figuring It Out

July 15th, 1994

Michael's POV

We did subsequently decide to use Prince's idea, it was rational to use that one instead of something else. It was almost full proof, the media could still do something with it to make it go sour but we weren't going to spend any more time dwelling on this problem.

The small fan next to me whirred while it spin in a crescent shape, blowing cool air throughout the sweltering office. The air conditioning didn't want to cooperate today so, Arnold Hop (Prince's manager) me, Prince and the dreaded Steinbrinner.

Francis was no where to be seen, because he was upstairs in the nursery in only a diaper. The swaddle and clothes had been discarded due to heat rising, it became so stuffy and hot up there that clothes seemed like a silly option.

I was glad he wasn't in the room, it would've been too distracting while we tried to construct a statement to release to calm the frenzied media.

"We don't want anything that'll damage your reputations too badly." Mr. Hop explained, looking down at his notepad, tapping a pen against the desk. Though he was good looking, with an abundance of muscles and sleek blonde hair, his personality said something else. His behavior was hostile and erratic- always siding with the money and not the people.

Prince glared at him, I could tell by the look on his face he was biting his tongue- keeping himself from saying anything too problematic. "I don't give two shits about our reputations." He hissed, eyes darkening.

"We just don't want him growing up and thinking that someone else besides us are his parents." I quickly calmed down the aggravated conversation, their faces relaxed. I couldn't comprehend how they actual got along for five years, the amount of time he had worked for Prince, I'm surprised Prince didn't loose his shit and fire him already.

We all jerked our heads in the direction of an office chair squeaking, Steinbinner turned around, a smirk plastered on his face. "How about, Mr. Jackson, Mr. Nelson and Mr. Hop..." We all directed our attention to him, all eyes and ears. Whatever he had to say better be important, I have an argument between Prince and Hop to attend to.

He cleared his throat, his turkey neck jiggling. "From the estates of Prince and Michael Jackson, we present you with the following message: We have been seen with a child exiting the hospital. The subject of who parented the child is under speculation, we are  to here the speculations about the parents. The parents of the child is Prince Rogers Nelson and Michael Joseph Jackson, no one else is and was involved in the making or parenting of Francis John Nelson-Jackson, the child in question."

It was surprisingly a good explanation for the situation we encountered, Steinbinner didn't really like our family since he was a strict catholic, he didn't like the idea of being gay, but he really did put a lot of heart and soul into it. I was amazed.

"I like it," Prince said, linking his hands together, "and now we need to do the pictures."

It was my time to shine in operation don't confuse Francis, a silly nickname for the statement we had come up with when this had problem had surfaced. "I'll get my personal photographer, Harrison Funk, to snap some pictures."

We had this whole thing together.

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July 16th, 1994

I smiled down at my giggling baby- his eyes were filled with pure joy as I brushed his cheek lovingly. We were upstairs in the nursery, it wasn't hot anymore, the air conditioner had been repaired, Francis laid on the changing table.