18th of April, 1997
Brooklyn is 31, Michael is 38

Brooklyn: Michael seemed a bit distant for the past week.

I don't know what happened, but I had a feeling he was holding something back.

He barely spent time with Prince, too, and that made me worried sick.

He was out all day today, and didn't even tell me where he was going.

It was already after dinner time when I heard the house door close shut.

Michael took off his Fedora as he walked into the living room where I was breastfeeding Prince.

"Hey." he smiled warmly, placing a kiss on my lips.

"Where were you today?" I asked. Instead of answering, he leaned down to Prince and kissed his forehead.

"Mike." I said.

"Oh, uh, first at the studio, then at Janet's." he mumbled, not taking his eyes off our son.

"What were you doing at Janet's?"

He groaned loudly, "What's up with all the questions?"

"I don't know, you tell me," I rolled my eyes. "I haven't seen you all week."

I noticed Prince finished eating and was now looking at us with curious eyes.

"I'll take him to bed." Michael mumbled.

Prince let out a little shriek, as if to refuse.

I gave him to his father and let out a sigh once they were up the stairs.

I decided I should to take a well needed shower.

~

I got out of the bathroom with a towel around me and dried my hair with another.

Michael was in bed, looking asleep.

I went into my closet room to put on my pajamas. I didn't bother to brush my hair since I was so tired. I just got into bed as fast as I could.

"Mike?" I whispered. His back was turned to me, his breathing slow and steady. All I wanted was a little cuddle so I could feel his presence. I felt like it was forever since he held me close like he usually does.

Sighing when he didn't answer, I turned to the other side and closed my eyes.

Suddenly I felt Michael's long arm wrap around my waist, his hot breath the back of my neck.

"I'm sorry for being distant..." he said. "I'm just feeling so guilty."

"About what?" I asked, turning to see his sorry eyes.

"About this." he sighed, letting go of me. He reached a hand to open a drawer in his nightstand, and gave me something that looked like a magazine.

I sat up, turning on the lights.

It was some kind of tabloid, but the picture on it was clear. It was Michael and Lisa, kissing, in the guest house. The title 'Michael Jackson cheats in his own house' was printed out in big bold letters.

"Brandon said someone leaked security pictures. This is from about six months ago, you know, when I brought her and the kids over. But of course, the media are twisting everything. See? They even blurred her hand that held my collar."

I recognized the clothes he had on that day, and his hair was shorter, too.

"So that's what it's all about? Mike, you know I trust you... And even if I did see it on my own, I'd talk to you about it." I told him.

My husband nodded, but still looked away.
"There's actually something else..."

"What?" I smiled.

"I want another baby."

~

Michael: "You what?" Brooke blinked.

"I want another baby." I repeated.

"Michael, I just gave birth two months ago."

"I know, but I thought maybe we could start trying... Prince's pregnancy went so well, and now we have him... There's no reason it won't work again. Please."

"We can never be sure that it will work. You know that." she said.

"I just think the odds are in our favor," I whispered, coming closer to her. "And Prince will have someone to play with... He'll be the best big brother in the world. Just imagine that."

She sighed, "Mike, it sounds all too good, but what happens if I'll miscarry again? And we have tour. You promised I'd go on tour this time."

"We'll try while touring. Come on, another baby for our small family. We tried so hard for all these years, our dream can come true again."

Brooklyn nodded slightly.

"Okay," she smiled. "But you owe me."

I rolled my eyes and hugged her tight.

"Another baby Jackson... Maybe we can start now?" I said, getting a bit too excited.

"Nice try." my wife snickered.

I kissed her cheek, then she turned her back to me.

"Goodnight, Mike."

~

19th of April, 1997
Brooklyn is 31, Michael is 38

Michael: "Hello?" Riley's little voice answered my call.

I was calling Lisa to make sure she wasn't the one who leaked the pictures. This whole thing seemed way too fishy...

"Hi, Riley. It's-"

"Michael!" she chirped. "I missed you!"

I smiled, "Me too, Riley."

"Mom told me you had a baby." she said.

"I did. Brooke and I have a little baby boy."

"I bet he looks like you."

I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Riley, who are you talking to?" I heard Lisa's voice, followed by Riley's muffled tone.

"Michael?"

"Lisa." I mumbled.

"It's so good to hear from you... We haven't spoken in so long..." she sighed.

"We're a bit busy."

"Yeah, a baby can wear you out. How's Brooke?"

It was my turn to sigh, "We're all fine. Listen, did you see the recent events? Anything on TV, or magazines?"

"...Yes."

"Did you have anything to do with it, Lisa?" I asked.

"No, of course not! Michael, you are my friends, I would never do that to you. You know me." Lisa sounded hurt.

"Then how come right when after my wife gives birth these pictures are leaked? Huh? People are thinking I'm cheating!" I screamed, waving my hands in the air.

"Does Brooklyn think you're cheating?"

"No, she knows these pictures are old."

"Then you should stop worrying about what people think, because it doesn't matter. I'm ready for my apology."

I groaned. She seemed believable, but I wasn't convinced.

"Fine, I'm sorry." I rolled my eyes.

"Good. I have to go, Michael... It was good to talk to you again." Lisa said, hanging up.

I rubbed my face and took another look at the tabloids that spread out on my desk. Each one had a different picture, but the titles were clear.

Anger filled my mind, making me rip up the covers to little pieces.

~

15th of June, 1997
Brooklyn is 31, Michael is 38

Brooklyn: Tour has been amazing so far. I missed it so much. The stage, the dancing, the crowds.

Michael was being amazing; since we were trying to get pregnant again, he made sure I was always happy.

I waited patiently for my dad to pick up. It was Father's Day, and I wanted to tell him how much I loved him.

I also invited Cynthia, Kevin, and Jason to join us on tour for a few days. Michael told me how much he missed my nephew, so I thought it would be nice to have the three of them here.

"Marie here." my mother's voice came through.

"Hey, Marie."

"Brooklyn! Hi, honey! How are you?"

"I'm really great," I smiled. "Is dad there?"

"Oh, right! It's Father's Day! Hold on." Marie said.

"Sweetheart!" dad exclaimed in my ear.

I chuckled, "Happy Father's Day, daddy."

"Thank you."

We talked for a while. I asked how he and Marie were doing, and he asked about the tour.

"A little bird told me that you are trying to get pregnant again." dad told me.

"Is that little bird my husband by any chance?" I questioned.

"Maybe. Is it true?" he said, getting excited.

"Yeah, it's true. But don't get your hopes up, it might not work." I sighed.

"I believe it will and I'll finally have a granddaughter."

"We can't control that, dad," I rolled my eyes. "But, uh, I know how much you want to see Prince and Jason grow up, so I thought maybe we can start looking for a donor. You can really be cured."

I heard him take in a deep breath.

Just then, Michael walked in with Prince in his arms.

"Okay." I heard my dad say.

I perked up, "Okay?"

"Yes, you're right. I want to be there."

I squealed, making Michael look at me, confused.

"Thanks, dad. Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Greatest news I've gotten in a while. At least I don't have to see him die, too.

"Of course, sweetheart. Anything for my girl," I could feel the smile on his face. "I'll call later, your mother and I were on our way out."

"Sure, dad. Love you." I said.

"Love you more, sweetheart."

I put the phone down and saw Michael take a sit on the floor with Prince.

"Was that Joshua? What was all the excitement about?" he asked as I joined them.

"I'll tell you later." I grinned, taking our son who was smiling wide from him.

"Mommy missed you today," I cooed. "Did you have fun with daddy?"

Prince shrieked happily and brought his forehead to mine.

I hugged him, smelling that nice baby smell he had.

"We went outside, and we went shopping." my husband said.

"Did you make sure to cover his face?" I asked.

"Yes, of course." he answered.

I didn't want the public or the media to know what Prince looked like. Knowing both my husband and best friend grew up in a reality of having cameras in their faces made me want to hide him forever. And I also remembered my first experience with the media.

Janet and I were 12, and we went to a mall along with Michael. When we were finished with our shopping, paparazzi attacked us. I remember holding to Michael and Janet tight, just hoping to get to the car.

I got used to it, eventually, but as a kid it was the scariest experience ever.

Plus, being Michael Jackson's son instantly made Prince a target.

"So... Are you pregnant?" Michael questioned.

"Nope, I took a test today and it was negative."

"Well, maybe we should put Prince to have his nap now, and we can get to baby making again." he smirked.

"Or," I said, looking at our son who yawned and rubbed his eye sleepily. "We can go eat something because I'm starving."

"Oh, please, Brooke. We have to try again! I'll order you room service later." he whined.

I snickered, standing up with Prince still in my arms.

"Come on, baby, we're getting some sleep." I said.

I put our son in bed and got in with him. He cuddled close to me, placing his small hands on my face.

"Prince, tell your mommy to let me love her so you can be a big brother." Michael told him.

Prince let out a giggle and looked at his dad.

I scoffed, "Tell your daddy that you're a four months old baby, and you have no clue what he's talking about."

He squealed at that.

I grinned as my husband got into bed with us.

"Pleeeeeaaaase." he begged.

Both him and Prince looked at me with their matching brown eyes. Too cute to resist.

"Fine. Put him in his crib." I gave up. Michael already took our son and sprinted out the bedroom door.

"Make sure he falls asleep!" I called.

As I waited, I decided to get undressed to save time.

~

Michael: "Oh, I almost forgot," Brooke said while trying to catch her breath. "Happy Father's Day."

"Thank you, babe." I chuckled, giving her another kiss.

Knowing I'll be a daddy to two babies soon made me so happy.

"That one felt really good... Wanna go again?" she asked, climbing on top of me.

She held my face as she kissed me hungrily. My hand was placed firmly at the small of her back.

Without warning, my wife started riding me. She rocked her hips with a rhythm that drove me crazy.

"Oh, my God... Keep going, Brooke." I groaned.

Brooklyn's hands were on my chest as she panted and moaned my name.

"Guys!" Brandon's voice was suddenly heard in the hotel suite. "Someone left the door open, and why is Prince alone? What are you- Oh, shit, I'm sorry! I didn't see anything!"

Brooke gasped and rolled off of me, covering herself with the blanket.

I felt myself turn hot.

"Brandon, get the fuck out!" my wife barked, making him dash out of the room.

"We will continue this tonight."

I smirked, watching her get out of bed to find her clothes.

~

Brooke and I were just getting ready backstage before the show.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Uncle Mike!" Jason attacked me in a hug.

"Jase, what are you doing here?" I asked, surprised.

"Auntie Brooke invited me, and mom, and Kevin."

I turned to my wife, "She did?"

"Mike! You're on in five!" someone yelled.

I saw Kevin and Cynthia walk towards the dressing room with a smile on their faces.

"I gotta go on stage now, Jase. I'll see later, okay?" I said.

He nodded.

I ruffled his hair, which made him scoff, then ran to find Bush so he could help me with the rest of my costume.

~

16th of June, 1997
Brooklyn is 31, Michael is 38

Brooklyn: It was a travel day. We were flying to Milan, since we have a show there in a couple of days.

Cynthia sat next to me on the plane ride while bouncing a wide awake Prince on her lap.

"Joshua said you're trying for another baby." she smiled.

"Does everyone know?" I groaned.

"Yeah, I think so. Michael wouldn't shut up about it."

Of course.

"I doubt it's working, though. I'm not pregnant and I'm sure it won't happen soon."

"Maybe you're trying too hard." Cynthia shrugged.

"What do you mean?" I scrunched my eyebrows.

"When was the last time you and Michael were spontaneous?"

I blushed at her question as I tried to remember. "Um, when he surprised me by coming home after that awful dinner with our parents. But I was pregnant and hormonal."

"So make it spontaneous. It shouldn't be too hard for you two, you guys are awful when it comes to sex." she told me.

"Don't say that next to my child!" I said, covering Prince's ears.

She laughed and rolled her eyes.

I took a glance at Michael and Jason who were sleeping peacefully next to each other.

Being spontaneous... This might be interesting.