* Michael's POV *

I slowly regain consciousness and try to adjust my eyes to a bright light.

I hear faint talking in the back ground.

"OK Mrs. Jackson, your husband is fine. Just a slight bump on the head. Just give him these painkillers, he should be fine."

"I'm not married to him and my last name is not Jackson, he is...oh nevermind ok thanks doc."

The doctor leaves.

I open my eyes and get them focus on Shay.

She turns and looks at me. I slowly sit up.

"Hey"

"Hi"

"Shay" "Michael "

We both start talking at the same time, we laugh and just look at each other.

"You go first Michael "

"No Shay you go ahead."

"Ok"

She sits down in the chair next to me.

"Michael you have a 2 year old son. I never meant to hide him from you. After I found out I was pregnant, I was scared. I hide it from my parents, my grandmother found out and she told my parents. They wanted me to get an abortion."

I look up at her, with wide eyes.

"They wanted you to abort your child??"

She looks up at me and her eyes are watering.

I feel instantly bad. She has had it so rough, since we got together.

"So after I wasn't gonna get an abortion, my grandparents kicked me out. And I was homeless and pregnant. I thought all was lost but everytime I looked down at my stomach, I remembered that I had someone to stay strong for."

I smile.

She pulls her phone out and hands it to me and shows me all the picture of her son. He is really adorable.

"I told him about you that you were away for business. He goes around the house saying 'daddy come home please'. I have cried so much, he needs you in his life Michael. I have done as much as I can on my own but he needs his father."

"But...but how do you know he is mine??"

She looks taken back by what I asked.

"Excuse me???"

"I mean Shay I didn't really come when we had sex, and that was only one time we had sex, it didn't last long because the police and your parents busted in my apartment. "

"Are you assuming that I just laid with someone else after we got separated??"

She looks at me hurt.

"Now you are older then me to know that when you unprotected sex with someone there is a chance that you will conceive a baby?? Look at him Michael, he looks just like you."

I look at the pictures again.

He does look like me. I just have to come to terms that I have.....a CHILD.

"Where is he now??" I ask while still looking at the pictures.

"He's at my best friends house."

"Who Zaneavah? ?"

"Hello no me and that bitxh ain't talking."

I think I struck a nerve. I throw my hands up in defense.

"Sorry."

She shakes her head. "My best friend Mariah. She helped me get back on my feet. She was working at Walmart, when I was homeless. She got me a job, and she's letting me and MJ stay with her til I could get my own place."

I smile and nod my head.

"Zaneavah had a boyfriend but he beat her ass, she even got pregnant by someone else and told him it was his baby, and he beat her ass again. She lost the baby, and now is in rehab for herione addiction and depression."

My eyes grow wide, "OMG that's terrible."

"You weep what you sow."

I nod my head.

"You ready?" She asks

"Ready for what??"

"To meet you son?."

"What if he doesn't like me??" I say nervously.

She stands up and puts her hand on my shoulder, "Trust me Michael he will love ypu. He already does."

She goes towards the door and turns back and looks at me, "Come on Michael."

I get off the bed and on the way to meet my son.

...........................................................................

We drive for about 30 minutes in silence, I am about to meet my son.

I am nervous, scared, excited, anxious, terrified.

We turn into a neighborhood, it's pretty big. The houses are all two stories, some are bricks and some are tile like, but their beautiful, nothing like where I am living.

We pull up to this red and white house. It has a small front lawn, two rocking chairs, and toys sitting on the porch.

Shay gets out and walks up the steps to ring the door bell, someome opens the door and they hug.

They start talking and then the person looks at me, and smiles. She waves.

I slowly put my hand up to signal hey. Shay turns to me and signals me to get out the car.

I slowly get out and shut the door. Walking up to the porch. With Shay and the woman.

"Michael this is Mariah, my best friend. Mariah this is Michael, MJ's father."

I look at Shay and she smiles. Mariah extends her arms to reach out to me and hug me.

I return the favor and hug her back slowly.

"Nice to finally meet you Michael. I'm glad that MJ will have both of his parents."

I slowly smile.

"MJ come down your mother's here." Mariah yells.

I hear little patting of feet upstairs.

He finally comes down but stops when me and him make eye contact.

I examine every part of him from a distance.

His big eyes, his curly black hair that hangs past his shoulders, his deep dimples that aren't hard to find, his light xomplexion that matches mine, and his hands and feet. He is a miniature me.

"Come here baby boy" Shay calls him over.

He slowly looks at me, while taking small steps to Shay.

He instead stands in front of me.

I bend down to his level and continue to stare at him.

"Hi daddy"

I smile and tears start to cloud my eyes.

"Hi son"

He runs into my body and hugs me tight.

I hug him back and start to cry.

He sniffs letting me know he is crying to.

I open my eyes and look over to see Shay and Mariah crying.

I can't believe I'm a daddy. I am holding my son. My son, I created he is so perfect and it's only been 5 mins.

Shay comes down to our level and kisses both of us on the head and wipes her tears.

"We can be a family now." Shay says

I look at her and smile, "Yea a family, I like that."

She smiles

"Yay family" MJ shout still hugging me.

We all laugh...

To be continued. . . . .

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