(2002 30 years old)

Life was pretty easy. Angel and I spent most of our time in Neverland with Michael, and I had to say she seemed pretty comfortable. Brian was becoming very in and out and he was always busy when it came to Angel. I didn't know what to think of it but I wasn't really worried. I watch as Prince, Paris and Angel run through an open area of Neverland. "Hey." Michael says, his nanny Grace walking behind him. "Hi." I smile peering over my sunglasses. "Can we talk for a minute? Grace will be here with the kids..." He asks returning the smile. We walk over to our tree and I lay my head comfortably on his lap. The grass seemed to be imprinted with our bodies because we were there so much. "So, what's up?" I smile, lacing my hand in his. He gives me a quick smile and places a hand on my stomach. "I'm having another child." "What?" I ask. "How? You...cheated on me?" My voice slightly cracking. "No. I used a surrogate." He giggles. I didn't like how he was so cool with the situation. "Why? You have me..." I frown, removing my hand and lifting to face him. "This was before we had gotten back together, I'm sorry...I should've told you earlier..." He frowns, shaking his head. I scoff "Michael...what the hell made you think I'd be happy when you told me? When is the mother due?" "Next month..." "Next month?" I repeat. "Why did you wait so long to tell me?" My anger slowly rising. "I mean, when they told you she was pregnant, you didn't think to tell me? I can't keep dealing with these secrets Mike..." I start to get up, when Michael pulls me back down onto his lap. "Baby please don't leave, listen to me first..." He pleads, holding my waist. "I had set up this surrogate a couple months before we got back together, I didn't know she was pregnant until you and I were together for sure. I wanted to tell you, but things were so good with us... I was afraid I'd mess up again. I promised you I wouldn't and I'm trying my best." He pressed his forehead into my cheek. I didn't know how to react. Another baby was on the way and it wasn't mine. "I'm sorry.." He says softly. "Michael, I told you I don't like secrets... You can't keep secrets from me. If we're together then we're together and we should be able to talk to each other about anything." I put my hand in his again. I was willing to forgive him, I didn't want to leave him. I couldn't take that pain and I knew he couldn't either. I sigh deeply and swallow my pride. "Michael, look at me." I say pulling his face to mine. "No more secrets. Ok?" He nods his head and pecks my lips "I promise.." He says. I give him a smirk. "Is the baby a boy or girl?" I ask. "A boy." He smiles. "Congratulations..." I say dryly. "Thank you..I have some more news for you. A guy called me and he wants do a short documentary on me. Kind of like a day in the life.." He says with excitement. "Oh? Who's the guy?" I ask. "I believe his name is Martin Bashir. He did a documentary on Princess Diana.. If you remember." I cock my head trying to remember. "Yeah... I do, I don't think I liked him. He seemed like he had a hidden agenda with her. Are you sure you wanna do that?" He nods his head and heaves a heavy sigh. "Jay, hopefully this show will kill all the rumors and lies in the tabloids about me and even about you.." "Oh no, I'm not getting in to this. I'll be there with you but I am not talking to him on camera." I object. Michael throws his hands up "Fair enough, fair enough. Just stay by my side..ok?" He stares into, what feels like, my soul with his big beautiful eyes and a broad smile. I roll my eyes playfully and nod my head. We sit there enjoying a warm breeze underneath our tree.

A month later his baby boy was born. Michael brought him home wrapped in a blanket and covered up and almost everyone fell in love with him. "His name is Prince Michael Jackson II." He smiles, handing him to me. I smile as I see his big eyes peak through the cover. I giggle. "He looks exactly like you Mike." Angel sat on my side leaning over, her interest in little Prince making me giggle. Michael picks her up to see him better and they simply smiled at each other. "Even our kids like each other.." Michael giggles. I smile at Michael as I look back at Prince in my arms. He was beautiful. He inherited Michael's brown eyes and dark hair. It was amazing.

Martin walks in Michael's living room with a huge grin his hand outstretched to shake. "Michael! Nice to see you again! Jayla lovely to finally meet you." I give him a polite smile and shake his hand. I honestly did not trust him and Michael could see it. I took Angel to my mothers so Brian could pick her up from there. I didn't even want Martin around my child. "I'm so excited to start filming this documentary and get everything that you want out in the open for people to see" Martin says clasping his hands together. "How long will you be filming this documentary?" I ask, wrapping my arm in Michael's. "We'll be here for 8 months, following him around, I may ask a couple questions. But in that final month it'll be a formal interview. It will be really nice." He smiled warmly."Michael where did you want us to set up to meet the children?" Michael points to a spot for them to set up. "Children?" I whisper. "You're filming the kids too?" "Just Paris and Prince... They'll be fine they'll have masks on." He whispered back. "Michael..." I start. My disapproval was all over my face, but I promised him that I'd be there. I can't let my distrust in Martin get on Michael's nerves. I had to suck it up. I sit behind the camera as they begin to roll and Prince and Paris come and sit with Michael, their faces covered with butterfly masks.

Weeks throughout filming the documentary, Michael walked around Neverland showing different areas and climbing his Giving Tree. I giggle at the similarities between Martin and I's response to climbing it. Martin asked Michael one question that constantly bothers me about him having sex, it bothered me when Oprah asked. I roll my eyes as he asked. "It just annoys me." I admit to Michael as I get dressed for bed. Martin and his crew had gone for the day and we were in for the night. "It annoys me too but this is one of the rumors...I don't have sex." He says sarcastically. "Well that's obviously not true because of your kids...and I can definitely back up that you do have sex." I giggle. Michael and I hop into bed and face each other. "I just don't trust him baby. Be careful.. Ok?" I say placing my hand on his cheek. He gives me a comforting smile. "I think this documentary will shed some light on who I am to a lot of people. I'm just ready to get the truth out. I'll be careful I promise." "Ok" I smile. "So, I'm going to go to Vegas tomorrow and maybe be there for a while...did you want to come?" He grins. "I don't know, I've gotta check on Angel and I've gotta go talk to Brian..if I do, I may not leave with you. I could probably meet you there." "That works...I just want you with me." I laugh and press my head on his chest. "I never told you thank you.." He says. "For?" "For staying with me. You're always on my side or telling me what I'm doing wrong. I really love you for sticking with me.. Through good and bad." I look at his eyes and feel his sincerity. His hands begin to caress my back feeling him move his groin closer to me and he passionately kisses my lips. "No..." I laugh. "I heard you don't have sex" placing a finger on his lips. "Yeah right." He laughs before attacking my neck.