It was early in the morning, you really wanted to talk to Michael, but he wasn't answering. He had been on tour for less then 3 weeks. Yesterday you found out you were pregnant.. But he hadn't answered his phone in a few days.

You pick up your son, Prince and put him on your lap. The kids already knew about you being pregnant. "Mommy? When's daddy coming home?" Your four year old daughter, Paris asks. "Soon... Maybe?" You answer.

You pick up your phone and dial Michael's number again. You let it ring for 10 minutes before hanging up. You turn on the tv and watch the news. The new story was something about a shooting in a concert. The shooting killed three people.. And hurt the performer. You wait for the performer's name. "The man who got shot on stage was the legendary 'King Of Pop', or just simply Michael Jackson..."

You gasp and call Michael's bodyguard. You were lucky enough to only be an hour away from where it happened. You call your mom and she came to watch your kids, you were soon in your car driving to the city.

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You finally got to the hospital. You walk in and Michael was just out of surgery. He was still 'out like a light' from it too. You walk in his room and pull a chair closer to his bed. You grab his hand.

"I was so scared Michael. I thought I was gonna lose you. I saw it on the news and, my heart stopped. I'm so glad you're sorta okay." You say. "I know you can't hear a word I'm saying but... I'm pregnant Michael..." You say.

You feel Michael squeeze your hand and he slowly opens his eyes. "You're pregnant?" He coughs.

You nod your head. He smiles widely. "I'm gonna come home for a bit... while I heal." He says. "I want you home forever..." You say. He sighs slightly. "You know I can't do that." He says.

You nod your head. He smiles and puts his hand on your stomach, and you two spent the rest of the day talking, since you missed him.