With Michael

Chapter 16 - A Baby Jackson?

5th of July, 1991
Brooklyn and Janet are 25, Michael is 32

Janet: Brooklyn led me and my mother into the living room, telling us to get comfortable.
She looked tired. No, that wasn't the word to describe it. She was hopeless. Michael was, too, but he never showed it.
See, for the last two years they've been trying to get pregnant. They did everything.
"Do you want something to drink?" my best friend smiled.
"Honey, we're fine," mother said. "We came to see how you were doing, we're worried."
Brooklyn sighed.
My mother patted the empty seat between us.
Brooke sat down, "I wanna give up."
She pulled her knees to her chest and hid her face.
I hugged her, putting my head on her shoulder.
"You can't." I whispered to her.
"Two years, Jan."
"I know," I rubbed her back. "But you are so close. When was the last time you and Michael... You know... Tried?"
"Janet!" my mother scolded.
"What? I want to help." I told her.
"It's fine, Katherine. Just leave it, both of you." my best friend said, raising her head.
"I just don't want to disappoint anyone. Especially Michael, he wants this so much."
A tear rolled down her cheek.
"You're so close, remember that." I told her, again, before she attacked my in a giant hug.

~

Brooklyn: I closed the front door after Janet and Katherine, and leaned on it. I felt so useless.
I shook it off so I wouldn't feel too sad.
I walked towards the kitchen and Ronda, of course, was there. She asked if I wanted something to eat.
My stomach answered for me with a growl. "I'll take that as a 'yes' ".
As she was making my food, I sat at the table, and played with my fingers.
"I had trouble getting pregnant as well." Ronda told me.
I looked up at her, feeling bad. I knew she was married, but nothing more than that.
"I feel so ignorant right now. I've known you for more than five years and I don't even know you have children." I said.
"It's okay, I didn't expect you to know. Mr. Jackson didn't know, either, until I talked to him about it," my cook shrugged. "But it's not what matters. My husband and I tried for three years before I had my daughter. I wanted to give up as well, after a year. It takes time, and patience. It's worth it, eventually."
I smiled, nodding my head.
"And, with all those time we've heard you two in your bedroom, you'll be pregnant in no time."
I bit my bottom lips and blushed, "Oh, you hear us?"
Ronda chuckled. She was finished with my meal. Finally, I was starving.
She placed the plate in front of me, and sat across the table.
"Where is your husband, Mrs. Jackson? I haven't seen him today." she asked.
"At the recording studio. Recording the new album." I answered, taking a bite.
"This is amazing."
"Thank you." Ronda smiled.

~

I was watching TV when Michael came home. He surprised me by covering my eyes and kissing my cheek.
"How was it?" I asked when he sat next to me.
"Great, it's coming out really well. You need to hear some of the songs." he said, intertwining our fingers.
I moved myself so I would sit on his lap. My husband smiled at me.
He held me by my waist and connected our lips. We stayed like that for a few moments.
"Janet and your mother were here today." I said.
Michael closed his eyes and hummed.
I found myself staring at him, admiring his beautiful face.I traced his jawline with my fingers, and that made him open his eyes.
"Can we go upstairs and try again?" I asked.
"Babe, we tried two days ago. Give it time." he told me, stroking my hair.
"Please?" I begged. I put my lips to the soft skin of his neck, kissing it lightly.
"Okay, but you gotta stop teasing me like that."
I giggled as he picked me up and took me to our bedroom.

~

Michael: "Do you think it's because of me?" Brooklyn asked.
Our naked bodies were tangled together on the bed.
"Brooke, we talked about this. Even the doctors said you're fine," I said, sternly. "You might be pregnant and we don't even know it."
She snickered, "Yeah, right."
"Hey, I'm getting you pregnant, whether you like it or not."
"At least you're determined."
"Shut up." I nudged her arm.
"Actually, about shutting up," my wife said. "We're too loud. Ronda told me her and the other employees are hearing us."
I let out an embarrassed giggle.
"But, seriously, Mike. We're married for almost five years. I want you to be a daddy." she whispered.
"I know, but I'm patient. You should be, too." I told her.
"Wanna go again, just for luck?" I asked.
Brooklyn rolled her eyes, and gave me a little peck on my lips.