Michael Jackson Imagines

•Surprise!•

Having children was something that Michael and I wanted since the beginning when we got married. However, I didn't feel ready then and I wanted to enjoy married life with my husband. Now, three years later, we both agreed that we were ready.

We had been trying for two months and recently I started feeling some symptoms. The typical "morning sickness," spotting, and fatigue. I just wasn't feeling like myself. I began to suspect that I was pregnant but I didn't wan't to tell Michael, just in case it was a false alarm.

While he was at work, I went to the store and bought multiple pregnancy tests. I drove back home and my heart was pounding. What if I was misinterpreting things and the nausea was just something bad I ate, the spotting was because my period was about to start, and the fatigue was because I was stressed.

I locked myself in our bedroom bathroom and took the tests.

The first one came out negative. The second one positive, and the third inconclusive. I stared at the test as I sat in the bathroom floor not knowing what to do.

"Y/N!" I heard from downstairs. I panicked and hid the tests under some towel and exited the bathroom.

Michael was in the living room taking off his shoes. "Michael!"

He turned to me and smiled when he saw me. I immediately went to give him a hug. I threw my legs over his as my arms were wrapped around his neck. "How was work?"

"It was fine... I'm just glad to be back home," he leaned in to give me a soft kiss. "How were things around here?"

I instantly remembered the whole ordeal that was today and the unfinished business I left in the bathroom. I just brushed it off and mustered my best smile. "It was fine..."

The rest of the night was peaceful. We had dinner and went to bed.

The next day I wanted to find out whether or not I was pregnant. I went straight to the clinic after Michael left and they did some tests. I fidgeted around with the fabric of my sweater as I waited in the doctor's office.

Finally the doctor came in with an envelope in his hand. He sat at his desk and read the papers. The suspense was killing me and I couldn't help but grow inpatient.

"Well...?"

Finally he spoke, "Congratulation, Mrs. Jackson! You are exactly two weeks pregnant."

I silently thanked him and he left to give me some privacy.

I felt a sense of warmth and a type happiness that I had never experience before. I was going to be a mother. I was protecting a human inside of me, product of the love that Michael and I had for each other. A baby that we both mutually longed for. Before I realized, a few tears slid down my face.

I didn't want to just tell Michael I was pregnant. I wanted him to figure it out. As I walked to the car I thought of ways to break the news. I went to a maternity store and bought some things. A pacifier, white baby mittens, and a white onesie. I kept the papers and the positive pregnancy test close just in case he didn't get the picture.

I put the pacifier in the kitchen counter. The baby mittens in his office. Finally, the onesie on his side of the bed.

When Michael got home we sat the the dining table to eat. I purposely drank all my apple juice (he drank wine) and devised my plan.

"Honey," He looked at me as if I knew I wanted something.

"Yes?"

"Could you get me more juice?" I slid my empty cup to him and he took it.

"Of course," he said getting up. I giggled to myself as I saw him make his way to the kitchen. I was so excited! A few seconds later I heard him call my name. "Y/N!"

"Yes?" I saw him come back to the dining room with a confused look on his face. He had the pacifier on one hand and the juice in the other. "What is this doing here?"

"Well... my friend was over. You know, the one that just had a baby?" I wasn't completely lying. He seemed to accept this answer and sat down. The rest of our dinner was pleasant and we didn't mention the pacifier again. At least not then.

Then he excused himself and said he was going to work a bit in the office before we went to bed. I sat in the sofa outside of his office, waiting. A few minutes later he called for me. I stifled a laugh and walked inside. He had the small mittens in his hand.

"Your friend came inside the office?"

"She needed to print some papers...?" I said. He looked at me suspiciously. "I'll wait for you in bed..."

I ran to our room, changed into my pajamas, and slid under the covers. I touched the small clothing and thought of our baby. Beautiful images of Michael carrying our child flooded my mind and I smiled. Michael interrupted my thoughts by entering the room he changed to and went to join me. He stopped when he saw the little white onesie. He looked at me expectantly.

"In our room?"

"Michael... I have a confession to make," he sat in bed and listened. "This is not my friend's things."

He looked even more confused than before. "What do you mean?"

"This is for us."

His face was unreadable. He looked the the fabric in his hands and then at me. At that moment I knew he got it. "You mean..."

I nodded, already tearing up. "Yes! We're going to be parents!"

His hand was over his mouth like he just couldn't believe it. Then he placed it over belly. "Y/N... you're pregnant... you're having mine— our baby..."

I nodded and he pulled me into a tight hug. "You don't know how happy this makes me! I feel like the luckiest man alive."

I wiped a tear from his face and he pulled me close to his chest. We both stayed like that for a while until I was falling asleep. I smiled as I heard Michael whisper, "A family of my own..."