"Push Sofia, she's almost there, she's right there. You need to push" Doctor Wilson said, as he began to count again.

"I can't. I'm tired" I whine. Michael was holding my leg up and another male nurse was doing the same to the other leg.

I've been in labor for the past 6 hours. I'm exhausted. I need rest...

"Can she get a female doctor, why did you have to be the delivery doctor?" Michael said with an attitude. He has been complaining about this for the last 6 hours of me being in labor; he kept bitching about this male doctor delivering our daughter.

He's only doing that because Doctor Wilson is a guy. News flash, Michael doesn't want any man to look at his kitty cake except for him, he'd rather have a woman do it than a man.

"Michael shut up. It doesn't matter who delivers this damn big headed child, just get her the hell out of me." I retorted.

"Watch your mouth--"

"Sofia, I'm going to need you to push, now. The umbilical cord is wrapped around her neck. I need you to push now." The doctor spoke, interrupting my non-chat with Michael.

"Sofia push. Push baby girl push." Michael started to cheer me on. I was pushing and panicking at the same time. I can't do this. I'm tired.

"I'm so tired. Please, I need a rest..."

"No, you can't rest don't you understand, if you don't push her out now, she will die. The umbilical cord is wrapped around her neck. It's choking her." The doctor told me to push. Michael grabbed ahold of my hand and squeezed it for support.

"Michael I can't--"

"You can baby girl. You'll be alright. C'mon, you want this baby as much as I do. Baby fight for what you want. Fight for it. Push baby girl. She's right there."

I began to push.

"Put your chin to your neck, and hold the back of your thighs. It'll help. C'mon her head is almost out, just one more big push." Doctor Wilson instructed as he began to count once again.

"Can't you just pull her out?"

"No. You have to push. Now Push."

I started to push and it was burning. I'm guessing the doctor could tell that it was burning because he said.

"Push through the burning. C'mon push. She's almost out. One more, push one more this time and give it all you've got."

I pushed as hard as I could.

"AHHHHHH" I screamed

"Oh my god. She's got a head full of hair. Baby, push please. One more. Please" Michael said. He was looking down there where the baby was and whenever the other male nurse that wasn't delivering the baby would look down there, he would curse at him.

"Listen you dipshit, don't look at her stuff. If I catch you trynna sneak a peak again, I'll cut--" I hurriedly cut him off.

"Michael, kiss me..."

"Babe, your delivering the baby. Why do you want a kiss?"

"So the pain can go away." Part lie, part truth, I'm just trying to stop a scene that Michael will cause.

"Babe, I have to make sure that dipshit won't look down there."

"Please Michael. Please" I begged. I gave him the most painful expression I could make with a sad face. He was giving in.

"Okay, push while we kiss, so that the doctors can get her out of you and that male nurse won't look at you. Also, so I can cut the umbilical cord." I nodded and he kissed me. I pushed and pushed and pushed and I finally felt her coming out.

"Whaaaannn" I heard.

"Push a little more, she's almost out."

Still kissing Michael, I pushed. They pulled her out of me and...

"HOLY FUCK. OUCH!! SHIT THAT HURTS." I screamed. That hurt like hell.

I fell back onto the bed.

"Michael, come cut the umbilical cord. She's very beautiful." One of the nurses spoke.

When Michael cut the umbilical cord, they washed the baby from the blood and stuff. They quickly put her on some clothes and handed her to me.

"Baby, look at her. She's beautiful" Michael walked over to us and kissed both of our foreheads.

"Yeah, she is. Who all came?"

"Snickers, your parents, my parents, Janet, Jermaine, Latoya, everyone came."

"Wait, you said both of our parents are here?"

"Yes, why?"

"Do you not remember my daddy telling us that your father took my mother's virginity and without her consent?"

"I'll go and ask your mother because I have a hard time believing that."

"Are you calling my daddy a liar?"

"Yes, because Joseph would never do that."

"Oh wow. okay. Get out and tell my parents to come in here. Bye." I had an attitude. I can't believe he said that.

"Can I hold my daughter first?"

"Five minutes, then I want you to leave."

"You can't tell me the amount of time I have to spend with my daughter when she literally just came out of you about five minutes ago."

"Michael just hold her for five minutes then leave and get my parents in here. I don't want to argue with you right now."

"Listen, I'm tired of your--"

A knock came upon the door and cut Michael off from what he was about to say. I did a little prayer to god thanking him because Michael was literally getting on my last nerve. I'm so irritated to the point if someone or something bothers me, I'm going to flip.

"Come in" I spoke, shifting myself on the bed and handing Michael the baby.

"Hi, how are you feeling?" A red head, blue eye, light skin nurse said as she came by me with a clipboard in her hand.

"I'm feeling tired and I'm irritated by this dumbass" I said pointing to Michael.

"Oh my god...you're Michael Jackson"she started to fangirl and I smacked the clipboard out of her hand. The last thing I need is a bean head skinny bitch melting over Michael, I mean like who does that. It's irritating.

"Can you not. Yes it's Michael Jackson now what the hell do you want?!" I'm mad as hell, tired as hell, and annoyed as hell. She needs to get bubbly ass out before I slap her.

"Oh, I'm sorry ma'am. I just came in to ask what was the name for the baby?"

"Serenity Damita Jo-Michael-Katherine Jackson. Anything else?"

"That's a beautiful name. Why do you have Michael's, his sister, and mothers name in your daughters?"

What the hell is this? 21 questions?

"Why the hell does it matter?"

"I just wanted to know," she turned towards Michael and rubbed his shoulder in a sensual way. This bitch got some nerve. That's it. "Michael, if you don't mind, why does your daughter--"

Michael knew it was coming. He covered the baby's ears.

"Why'd you die you hair red and wear contacts? Why do you suck dick? Why are you a prostitute at night and a doctor by morning?" I smartly replied.

"Sofia!!" He glared at me. "I'm so sorry, she's cranky and irritated right now." Michael said as he uncovered the baby's ears.

"And a bitch. Do you not slap her around? You need to. She's very dumb and ignorant."

"Bitch? Oh hell no. Michael get your little skank out of here before I show her who the real bitch is!"

This girl got another thing coming. I cannot believe she just called me a bitch.

As you can see, I'm done playing nicey nice. They need to leave an let me go to sleep. I'm cranky as hell and these two dumb asses are about to make me slap them.

"Sofia, you were rude to her first"

Is this boy defending this bitch?!

Okay, I see how it is.

"Yeah, you are right. Michael hand me my baby really fast." He handed her to me. "Now, I'm asking the both of you nicely, GET THE FUCK OUT OF THIS ROOM AND DON'T come back here. Tell my parents to come in here, and your family can leave. Bye!! And go fuck this whore Michael, because I'm sure you wouldn't mind cheating on me again."

!!POW!!

The bitch just slapped me while I have my daughter in my hands. I'm in protective mode and I covered my baby. Yes the slap hurts like hell and feels more painful then the one Michael gave me. She slapped me in the same cheek he did earlier that day.

Michael just sat there and watch like he don't care.

This bitch just slapped me with my child in my arms and he doesn't care?

Is he serious right now?

He can't be serious. Is he?

"Michael, get her out of my room right now and call a nurse in here, bitch you about to get fired and I'm suing your ass."

"Why are you suing her?" He asked.

"you wanna be on her side Michael? She just fucking slapped me while our daughter was in my arms, you know what fuck you and her. I'm telling my daddy what you and this stupid bitch did to me." I pressed the call button for a nurse and a minute later she walked in.

"How may I help you?"

"This nurse slapped me while my daughter was in my arms. I want her fired and I want the police here. I'm suing her. Can you bring my father in here, tell the other guest; the Jackson family to go home. I need to tell my daddy something Michael has done."

"There's no need for that, just tell my family to leave. Can she be discharged tonight?" Michael stopped me as I was about to instruct the nurse to do something else for me.

"Well, she can be discharged now, but we have to get the name for your daughter and your signatures for the birth certificate"

"Alright. We already told her the name, we just need to sign the birth certificate."

She handed me a pen and I signed my name, Michael did the same and she handed me some papers that I had to sign. They were my discharge papers.

"This doesn't change my mind," I said as tears ex capes my eyes without my permission. Damn these tears. "I want her fired. She assaulted a patient."

"Yes ma'am, I'll let the head boss know. Please write your number down so we can keep in touch in case we need information about the incident."

"Okay" tears are simitaniously pouring down my face as I write down my number.

After I hand her the piece of paper with my number, I wait until they both leave to get up and walk to the bathroom.

I showered and put on a pair of jogging pants and a sweat shirt. I'm not in the mood anymore. My body hurts my face hurts and my heart hurts.

Did I forget to mention that my face hurts?

Yeah, it hurts.

I can't believe Michael right now. Ugh! I'm so mad at him.

I walked out of the bathroom and picked up my overnight bag. I put all of my things in there and grabbed Serenity from Michael. I put her in her carsest, strapped her up, and walked out of the room.

"Fee, baby, wait up"

I turned around and scoffed at him.

"Oh, now all of a sudden I'm baby? You know what Michael, just get me home"

He didn't say anything, he walked ahead of me and quickly ran outside to avoid the press and got inside of the car. He then sped away.

I walked to the back entrance of the hospital with Serenity in her car seat. I walked outside and minutes later Michael arrived.

Yeah, he had to drive around until he lost the paparazzi, I'm used to it by now.

I opened the back door and put her car seat in. I got in and buckled her up and myself. Michael drive off.

I closed my eyes getting ready to go to sleep when Michael called my name.

"Fee?"

"What Michael?"

"I'm sorry about what happened."

I ignored him and dozed off. I had no time to hear his weak apology. I'm tired of hearing him apologize.

When will I ever not hear him apologize?

I'm just so done with him. I have to worry about raising Serenity the right way.

I can't believe he let that bitch slap me while our daughter was in my arms?

I'm mad as hell at him at this point and I'm not forgiving him that easy this time.