AVA POV

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"Michael, I will never forgive you if you leave me!" I say.

"You can't hold my hand forever; it's already been through so much. From red to blue." Michael sighs.

I feel a contraction. 

"Now it’s purple." Michael sighs.

I look at his hand which I'm squeezing. It really did look purple.

"Fine. Just don't go for too long." I whisper.

"Thank you." Michael said.

Even though he acted tired I could see his excitement.

"You can let go of my hand anytime soon." Michael said.

I let go of his hand and I cringed expecting the world to turn sideways.

Michael first kissed my forehead then my stomach. He left out the door. And I was all alone in my hospital room.  I was lying on the hospital bed in my own room. I got my own room because duh, this was Michael Jackson and his wife. But I wish I had a roommate. It would have been fun to make some small talk.

A girl doctor comes in smiling at me.

"What’s to smile about?" I sigh.

"It’s a big day! You're having Michael Jackson's first born sons or daughters." She said with too much enthusiasm.

"Yeah." I say sarcastically.

"Well Mrs. Jackson. We are just going to measure your contractions." She said.

"Every 10-" I try to say.

I yelp and I grab onto the air where Michael's hand used to be.

"Minutes." I say after the contraction.

"They seem to be getting closer." She chirped.

"Who are you again?" I ask.

"Oh, sorry forgot to introduce myself. I'm Doctor Presley." She said putting out her hand.

(YES THIS IS LISA MARIE PRESLEY)

I try my best to shake it by stretching my back out. I end up just barely touching it.

"So. Where is Mr. Jackson?" She asked.

"You came too late. He already left." I say.

"Shoot." She says under her breath.

"Don't worry he left some signed posters on the desk." I say pointing to it.

She smiled at it and hurried to take them.

She kissed it a few times and hugged it to her chest. I felt like I was intruding on a private moment.

She finally notices I’m there and awkwardly puts the poster back down.

"Sorry. I just have this huge crush on him." She laughed weakly.

"It’s okay." I laugh, probably too hard.

"I hope you end up with him." I say winking.

"Oh, I will." She says confidently.

"Enemies?" I say.

"Definitely." She said.

She took my hand and shook it. We smiled at each other. We both burst out laughing. A contraction came. After it went away I was breathing really hard. Then Michael walked in.

He looked from me to her.

"Lisa!" Michael says to Doctor Presley.

"You know each other?" I ask.

"Uh kind of. She is famous. The daughter of Elvis Presley." He says.

"In the flesh." Doctor Presley said winking.

"What are you doing working in a hospital." I ask.

"I'm also a doctor. And a model, surfer, gymnast, therapist, teacher, dentist, singer, and dancer. I can as well speak over 10 different languages." She said smiling.

Compared to this girl, I was nothing.

"Holy..." I whisper.

"That is amazing." Michael said.

Michael walked up to Lisa to hug her.

"CONTRACTION!" I lie/yell before they can touch.

"OW SOMEBODY HOLD MY HAND!" I shout.

Michael comes to my side with a worried face.

I smirk at Lisa. She just raises her eyebrows.

"Michael, it’s best if you stand away from the patient. The people around her might affect her anxiety." Lisa said taking Michael's hand and leading him next to her.

"This one is so looong." I lie.

I grab the posters on purpose and "accidently" rip them.

"Sorry about that, I needed something to hold." I say crushing the posters in my hand and dropping it.

Michael looks between us weird.

"That’s okay." Lisa said between gritted teeth.

"Michael." She said turning to him.

"Do you mind writing me a new poster after this?" She asked.

"Sure." Michael said.

"Thanks a ton." She said.

She hugged Michael.

"You smell really nice." She said.

"Thanks." Michael said. I could see his ears turning pink.

This just angers me.

"Michael honey do you mind cuddling me for a bit? I feel so horrible, I need a hug. Or a kiss." I whine.

"Sure." Michael said.

Michael walked up to me and kissed me.

He got pulled away by Lisa.

"Oh no you don't!" She yelled.

I grabbed on to Michael's other arm. We started pulling on his arm from side to side.

"He is mine!" I say.

"No, he is mine!" She said.

We both tugged hard at once.

Michael yelled. We both let go.

"What is going on?!" Michael yelled.

"It’s her fault." Lisa and I said at the same time.

"Stop fighting over me!" Michael said.

"Though, I like being fought over by girls, never mind keep fighting." Michael said smiling.

He sat down with his hand behind his head to watch us fight.

 Lisa and I looked at each other. And we had an idea.

"You know, you can have him." Lisa sighed.

"No, you have him." I sigh.

I see Michael's jaw drop.

"But you're my wife." He said.

"Now that I think about it, I change my mind." I say.

"You can keep him." I say.

"No, I don't even like him that much." Lisa said.

"B-but I'm the best." He said looking at Lisa devastated.

"Tell that to my father." She said flipping her hair.

We both giggled.

"Michael, I'm actually..." I was about to say.

"We are actually lesbian." Lisa finishes for me.

She walks up to me and kisses my cheek.

"We're getting married." I joke.

Michael is just looking at us stunned.

We both burst out giggling. I high five Lisa as we laugh.

"Ha-ha very funny." Michael said sarcastically.

I feel a hard sensation in my womb. I groan.

"Are you okay?" Lisa asks me surprised.

I start pushing.

"WOAH! She is in labor!" Lisa yells.

Michael looks at me with pity.

Lisa grabs her beeper and jams on a few keys.

"Don't worry, they're coming." Michael says.

"I don't want to do it." I cry.

"Ava, please. Don't worry." Michael whispers.

Everything else that happens is like a blur. And soon I'm in a surgery room.

"What’s wrong?" I whisper.

"This is just where you have to push." Michael said shakly.

Lisa was behind me looking at me.

"You better not kill my babies." I laugh weakly to her.

"I'll try not to." She replied.