While the men were outside talking, the women were having their own discussion in the recovery room:

Tayler's POV:

Nothing could comfort me, while I grieve over my son.

I had one job in that moment to make sure he had a safe delivery and I can't even do that. I just feel like I'm not even good mother, look where he is right now.

I feel so worthless.

"Sweetie the Doctor said there is nothing you could have done, stop beating yourself up over this." Donna said as if she could read my mind.

I nodded and sniffed still looking in my lap, where my arms rest comfortably; the same arms where my son laid his head.

"I don't want to scare you at all, but I do know what you are feeling. When I was pregnant with Marlon I was supposed to have twins, but after I gave birth his twin didn't make it." Katherine paused.

I felt so bad because I had no idea. Surely this is a dumb assumption, but all the kids she had it never crossed my mind that she will ever lose any or suffered a loss of child.

"I felt so guilty about what happened and I felt like I failed. I know my story ended in tragedy, but yours won't. I got to take Marlon home and though he did not replace the hole in my heart that his twin Brandon left, but he did manage to bring me happiness after a loss-" Katherine was interrupted by Donna.

"Katherine believe me I am so sorry for your loss and I loss my son too as you may know, but what does this have to do with her? she does not have a twin and this story is not making the situation better." Donna commented.

I slapped myself mentally.

My eyes were stuck on Mrs. Jackson because I didn't want to even look at Donna for what she said. How could she say that? All Mrs. Jackson is trying to do is make me feel better, although it is a sad story. She could've let her finish.

"I understand Donna, but I just wanted her to know that I understand how she feels and this feeling will pass; especially since she received reassurance that he will be fine. I know him not breathing is a scary thing, but you have to be strong for him if not this will eat you up mentally and emotionally and the delicate state you are in, it is not good for you." Katherine finished.

I now understand why Michael loved his Mother more than the heavens and the Earth.

Katherine Jackson was always soft, vulnerable, and sweet. She was very insightful and though she barely said much around me, she was really an interesting lady when she did speak. You couldn't help, but feel this vulnerability when you spoke to her. Its like she gives off this same energy that Michael gives, this type of innocence and gentleness. Its like they are so perfect to the point where you do not want to disappoint them.

Oh no...now I understand why Michael didn't want to tell his mother about the baby.

He didn't want to disappoint her.

"I want to thank you for coming." I spoke up.

"I know you had better things to do, so thank you." I softly stated.

Katherine pursed her lips into a slight smile.

"You do not have to thank me, you are giving birth to the new edition of the family. What kind of grandma would I be, if I did not show up." Katherine said.

I smiled back not sure of what to say or if there was anything to say; however, I do not feel Katherine didn't come here because of the baby being born. I think she came here to figure out if the baby was truly Michael's or not.

I wanted to say it, but the way I felt at this moment I didn't want to cause anymore conflict than I already have for the night/morning.

"I'm sorry Katherine, but did you really get out of your bed at 3 o'clock in the morning to see your grandchild being born? I was under the impression that he didn't even tell y'all." Donna said.

Damn it! Here she goes again. Sometimes I really feel like Donna is my biological mom because while I think some things, she manages to say it simultaneously. Sometimes that can be good, but also it can be bad because she doesn't know how to filter her words most of the time. Donna is never like this. I feel this negative energy seeping through her pores and its making me worried. I wonder what's wrong, despite the truth coming out now; I know its something more.

"It's true, Michael never said anything about this baby. We did ask him many times was the child his and he denied it each and every time." Katherine replied.

Ouch, I thought the old wound had healed once Michael had stepped through that door. Now the wound is open and I have to say the pain is upsetting me all over again and the thought of Michael is really pissing me off.

"So why are you here? how did you know he was coming?" Donna asked referring to the baby.

Good question, I want to know too.

"Well LaToya came into our room and told us that she received a call from Tayler saying that Michael needs to come to the hospital, that the baby is coming." Katherine answered.

Donna immediately snapped her neck at me and I just put my head down in shame. I wasn't ashamed of what happened, but I didn't want Donna staring daggers through me; it was scaring me and making me nervous.

But I knew LaToya couldn't keep her big mouth close, I knew better than to tell her anyway. I am kind of upset that she told them before Michael and I had the chance to, but I am relieved that it is out there in the open.

Yet again it was awkward silence.

"I'm sorry that you had to go through this alone. I do know the obstacles you faced as a pregnant woman and Michael told me about the record label dropping you, I'm just sorry about everything." Katherine apologized.

"Mrs. Jackson you have nothing to be sorry about, its not your fault." I looked at her apologetically.

I didn't want anybody feeling bad for me, especially not Mrs. Jackson. Again it is that aura that surrounds her that makes you feel like the sorry one in her presence. But I am the sorry one, I am the one who lied about being raped for God sake's. How can I even look at myself anymore?

"Well thanks to your son, she had to do everything alone. But its fine, she had her parents there to help her." Donna said smugly.

This is what I did NOT want, I didn't want anybody blaming anyone. This is my fault, I shouldn't have lied. Yes Michael should've been there, but how could he when I lied for him? That still does not take some of the blame off of him, but I am not perfect in this situation. Besides, we both made the decision to have sex.

"As much as I sympathize with Tayler, Michael is not all to blame here. They both were involved some how." Katherine said.

Uh-oh.

How you ever seen a pit bull bite the neck of a Chihuahua? Well that's what is about to happen. I feel so bad for Mrs. Jackson, but when Donna is worked up or mad its best if you just bite your tongue and be quiet.

"So are you blaming my daughter? My daughter did not have sex with herself. I know you want to believe that your little church going son is filled with Jehovah, but he isn't." Donna started.

"No, I do not think my son is perfect by all means no one is, but I would appreciate you not bashing my son because I have not bashed your daughter. As much as you may hate Michael for the way he has treated Tayler, you have to know that we are all going to be connected now. We don't have to be a family but we can at least get along for the sake of the kids raising the baby." Katherine fired back.

This is the most upset I seen Mrs. Jackson, but even now she is still respectful and sounds like she is not trying to argue.

"And what if we revoke Michael's rights to raise the baby?" Donna sarcastically asked.

Ok now this is getting out of hand because I will never take that baby away from his father. I know how it feels not to have a parent and though Donna is that mother figure I didn't have, I still feel empty and feel like I'm not good enough because my mother dipped right after I was born. She left like she didn't want me and I never want my baby to ever feel like Michael didn't love him, when it is my fault that he isn't around. Besides just seeing Michael with that sparkle in his eyes, I know he loves that baby.

"I mean what's the point? he cannot just pick and choose when he wants to step up and be a father, it doesn't work like that." Donna said with her arms crossed.

Before Katherine had a chance to reply back, I spoke up.

"That is enough! Mrs. Jackson I will never take my baby away from Michael. I know how it feels to have one parent and I do not want my son to feel how I felt towards my mother for abandoning me. Michael loves that little boy in there. I know he's only been in this world for almost an hour, but Michael loves him and he will do anything for him." I stated as I shifted my eyes between them.

I tried not to cry all over again, but the thought of my mother and my son barely able to breathe, I just couldn't help myself.

"Now my son is fighting for his life and I just want us to support each other and be there for one another. I know this situation is not ideal, but just know I am so sorry."

I couldn't help it, I broke down.

"I am so sorry Donna for lying and making you angry at me or Michael. We both made mistakes for having sex and lying to all of y'all, but one thing I will not apologize for is that little boy in there. I am so sorry, I didn't mean to cause any trouble. I just wanted Michael to be able to do the things I knew I couldn't do once people figured out I was pregnant, I just wanted him to be happy." I chocked out.

I covered my face with my hands and I felt Donna envelope me in her arms, while tearing up herself.

I am so angry at myself for everything I am putting this family through and I am so angry that my son is fighting to breathe. I am angry that I allowed myself to be a fool for Michael that put us in this predicament. I am so upset that I can't even think straight. As much as I want to run off in the sunset with Michael and our baby, I can't because of what he did and just hearing his mom say he denied my son multiple times puts me back in that same state of mind of not being good enough. I wasn't good enough and now Michael is saying my son isn't good enough.

My mind keeps reminding my heart that he was here and he risked everything and told everybody the truth, but my heart just won't accept it.

"Knock, knock." we heard a familiar voice.

I quickly wiped my tears before the person could see.

She appeared from the corner and it was nobody, but the young nurse.

"We have someone here to see you." she said with a smile.

My heart sank when I saw that she rolled in an incubator, but I noticed he wasn't in it.

I looked behind her and there was Michael with my baby in his arms, with both of our fathers following him.

He looked so comfortable, like he was at peace.

Both Michael and the baby.

I immediately started crying again because I couldn't believe it.

Thank you God.

"Awww stop crying, here he is. Now you get to see him" Donna said.

Michael put him down in the incubator and I looked at him as he laid there. He even unraveled the blanket so I can see his full body.

Out of nowhere Donna pulled out a camera and snapped a picture of my baby boy.

He's so beautiful. He even has that Jackson nose.

"I hope you don't mind mom he was already picking at his face and trying to take off the oxygen mask so we put the mittens on his hands to prevent him from scratching and pulling at the mask. He is truly a strong baby because no matter how many times we put the small mask on him, he just pulled and tugged." she chuckled.

That's my little man.

"He was a good 6 pounds and 13 ounces and he is 55cm, so someone is going to be pretty tall when he gets older." she said.

I looked at Michael gazing at his slim frame, he got the height from Michael because I am only 5'3. Although Michael is only 5'8, his slender body makes him look taller than that.

I took off the mittens carefully, trying not to wake him to count his fingers then his toes.

Yeah, he was perfect.

I looked over and noticed Michael was standing over me, staring at him just like I was. Then I peered and noticed everyone was admiring him, even Joseph.

"Awww Michael he's so beautiful. He has those long fingers and feet just like you when you were a baby." Katherine gushed.

"And he has a head full of hair." Donna commented while brushing it back.

I rubbed his smooth hand while he slept and he stirred a little, I was scared to wake him because I felt like what would I do when does wake up? will I be any good at this mother thing.

Michael kissed my forehead and whispered in my ear.

"Thank you, thank you for giving me my son." he breathed.

This moment had me so caught up, that I didn't notice the nurse was still in the room.

"Let me swaddle him back up and when he wakes up, I'll come back and teach you how to swaddle your baby properly, how to breast feed, and change a diaper." she said as she walked in the middle of us viewing him to swaddle him back up.

"So mom have you decided on a name yet? sorry we didn't ask before we took him to the NICU." she asked.

His name.

I thought long and hard and I wasn't sure on what to name him, but I was right as soon as I seen him I knew what to name him.

"Elijah Prince Michael Holland."

As soon as I said my last name I felt an energy shift in the room.

Holland, not Michael's last name, but my own.