Michael is working in his tiny studio working on songs and what not. Then goes to his grand office to go through his fan mail that he hasn't finished reading or signing autographs. Michael had gotten exhausted after a while. And decided to check on his son's Prince and Blanket. The boys are in the arcade room as always when they are bored. Michael joins in on the fun. Michael makes them dinner so they can get ready for bed later. "Dad?" Prince asked. "Yes my son?" Turning his attention to him. "Well... do you ever want more children one day dad?" Michael was shocked at such a question. "Ahaha of course why do you bring this up? I don't know if I'll have time to take care of another child. I mean I work all the time."
Paris's POV
Ugh I hate being in the foster care system. Why did my parents send me here? All they care about is arguing and then getting back together when they feel like it. And they get rid of me when they are angry. Sometimes I wish I was dead. I didn't ask to be in this world. Neither did my parents. I was probably a mistake. "Babe! Please talk to me!" I hear my father beg to my mother as she slammed the door in his face. "Shut up! You are sleeping on the couch!" She shouts through the door! I covered my ears but I can still hear a little of what they are saying l. "You know what fine I'm leaving. And your daughter will  suffer because of this. Hey kiddo thank your mother that she'll never see me again." My father's stuff filled with boxes and garbage bags thrown down the stairs. "Habe a nice life!" My mother yells back. "Paris it's all your fault!" Those words sting like a needle in my arms. I had nothing to do with this fight. "You know what Paris l. You have  to leave too. Since your father wants to play games with me. I'll show him." She packs my bags and sends me to a big brown building. "Look im sorry i have to send you here. But blame it on your father. When things get better you can come back home." Just like that I'm left in the foster care system. "Look your parents pay me to keep you little shrimps so you'd better be have. Or else...." The foster mom threatened. She showed me to my room. The room was painted with white walls. And the furniture was basic. She gave me bed sheets so I can make the bed. And some pajamas to sleep in. I didn't even bother making up the bed. I just cried on the floor.
Michael's POV
"Please dad. It gets lonely sometimes. It would be nice to have another sibling." Michael chuckles. "Hey but you have your brother Blanket. So your not lonely anymore. I can't just magically give you a sister. You know what i went through to have  you two?" Prince pushes his plate away. "I'm not hungry anymore." Blanket looks at me worried  as Prince walks to his bedroom. "What's with him dad?" I shrugged my shoulders and clean off the table. "Your brother wants a sister. But I just can't give him one right now. I mean what if he regrets having a sister and they have fights all the time. Like normal brothers and sisters do and then he doesn't want her anymore? I'll give it some thought." I sighed. After Prince and Blanket finished their routines. I tucked my sons into their beds.
Paris's POV
If my real family doesn't want me then what will make another family want me? Maybe it's better if I'm on my own and run away. But I can't because the police will find me and send me back here. Or even worse. It's not even worth trying to get my parents back together so I don't have to come back here. I yawn and get tired from crying then I went to sleep.