Brigette rubs her pregnant belly and hums as she stands, yes of course, barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen of Michael Jackson. When Michael comes home from work tonight, they're supposed to be in their private studio to finish recording some songs for his "Bad" album. He always lets her sit in and watch him create his magic. She's preparing dinner for Michael; he's had a long week, working in the studio non-stop so that he can take his maternity leave when they have their baby boy. Tonight, Brigette is making home made pizza, rolling out the thick dough and grating the cheese.

"Ugh, I didn't get the tomato sauce." she mumbles to herself and sprints over to the pantry and searches for a can of tomato sauce.

She finds a can at the very top of the shelf and pulls out a stool to reach up and grab it. Stepping onto the stool, she reaches up and grabs the heavy can and suddenly feels something pop. A gush of liquid drenches her yoga pants and she gasps out loud.

"Shit shit shit! The baby! I'm going into labor!" she yells, but suddenly remembers that she is home alone because it's Sunday and she and Michael like to be alone on Sundays.

She quickly drops the can and carefully steps over the slippery mess, rushing over to the table and digging through through her purse to find her phone. She finds her phone and quickly dials Michael, but he doesn't answer. He's probably in the booth recording.

Brigette suddenly feels a sharp pain shooting up her spine and she cries out; she's never felt this intense of a pain before and it makes her shaky. She opts with calling an ambulance and is about to hit call to "911", when Michael's incoming call interrupts her and she answers hastily.

"Hello? Michael?" she says.

"Baby, yeah, you called? Is everything okay?" he voice is stricken with panic.

"No, Michael, I think my water broke and I'm having contractions!" she shrieks.

"Holy shit! Baby's coming guys, I have to go!" He yells from the other end of the phone. "I'm coming, baby. How long has it been?"

"About five or ten minutes, but I think I've gotten my first contraction." Brigette hears shuffling and Michael's breath get heavy as he runs to his car.

"I'm in the car. I'll be there in ten minutes. Maybe five with my driving." She can see him grinning like a dummy on the other end, but doesn't think about that for long because she can feel her second contraction ripping through her.

"Okay, Mike. Hurry, this shit hurts." She squeaks and hangs up.

She suddenly remembers to turn off the stove and stores everything in the fridge. After cleaning up the mess from her water-break, she waddles over to the closet in the front of the house and retrieves the prepared baby bag. It has a fresh newborn onesie, diapers and a hat. It also carries a change of clothes for both Michael and Brigette because they'll have to stay the night.

Brigette hears the car pull up and she grabs the bag and turns off the light, meeting Michael at the front door and locking the door behind them. Michael helps her into the car and takes off to the hospital quickly.

"I already called and we'll go in through the surgery area so that nobody tries to stop us. They'll be waiting and they'll put you on the stretcher and we'll go straight into the room." Michael says and Brigette can tell that he's nervous.

"I know what's going to happen, babe, we took classes." She runs her hand over his and grips it tightly when contraction number three winds her.

"Elijah, behave!" Michael scolds their soon-to-be-born son playfully,

"I can feel him wiggling and moving more than ever."

"I bet. He's going to be so perfect. Just like you, baby." Michael squeezes Brigette's hand softly.

Brigette shrieks and leans over in her seat, holding her stomach. "I need to take my pants off, I'm feeling a lot of pressure, Michael."

"Shit, okay we have about fifteen minutes do you need me to speed or call for paramedics?" Michael's eyes are wide and he's stuttering.

"Fuuck!" she screeches again and begins to pull her pants off. "Call the paramedics. Pull over, he's really low and I won't be able to make it all the way to the hospital."

"Alright, alright I'm pulling over, baby. Hold tight." He pulls over on the side of the road and starts to dial while Brigette crawls over and into the backseat, her legs propped up.

"Alright. How do I know if she is? Three fingers is two inches? What if I can see the head?" Michael panics over the phone talking to the paramedics while they're on their way.

He suddenly jumps out of the car and opens the door in front of Brigette's legs and pulls the phone away from his ear. "Baby? I have to check if you're dialated."

Brigette groans and allows him to check, but she knows she's about to give birth right there.

"I SEE HIS HEAD!" Michael shrieks into the phone and listens for a fee seconds. "Okay, hold on I'm going to try." He looks at Brigette worriedly as she props her head up on the baby bag for support.

"What are they saying?" Brigette yells, annoyed and obviously in pain.

"We have to try to deliver right now, baby. If we don't we might put Elijah in danger." he says quickly. "Can you start pushing?"

"Yes, Michael." she says through gritted teeth and holds onto the seat as she pushes.

"Good girl, take deep breaths baby. You can do this. They're almost here." he cooes, holding her legs. He puts the phone on speaker.

"Have her push once every minute." a tiny voice says through his voice.

Pushing again, Brigette screams and arches her back against the seat in pain. "Fuuuuck!"

"I see the head way much more now! Do I start to pull him?" Michael yells into the phone.

"Yes sir, but very very carefully. Make sure not to squeeze the baby's head. Do you have a knife or scissors around to cut the umbilical cord?" the person on the line asks.

"I have a pocket knife. I'm about to start to pull his head, Brigette." Michael warns her and she nods frantically.

"Push, baby. Push." Michael coos Brigette as he begins to pull the baby out.

"All at once, sir. Make sure not to twist the baby's body or neck. Support the head very carefully."

Michael carefully pulls the baby out and Brigette cries out, seeing her baby. Michael smacks Elijah twice on his bottom and waits for him to cry. After a few seconds a guttural cry rings in the ears of Brigette and Michael. They both sigh in relief and begin to cry very hard. After Michael cuts the umbilical cord very carefully, Brigette props herself up carefully and Michael hands the baby to her and she begins to cry very hard. Climbing into the car next to Briggite and baby Elijah, Michael wraps his arms around them and kisses the tears that rest on Brigette's cheeks. After a few moments of examining their beautiful babyboy, a flood of flashing red and blue lights come across the vehicle.