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Blanket's Mother (part seven)
Hey! Sorry I wasn't writing any stories lately. I was very busy with my studies, friends and everything. Well, enjoy! ---------------------------------------------------------------- *February 20, 2002* Two long, excrutiating months passed had passed since I refused Michael's marriage proposal. He had not talked to me whatsoever; the only possible contact I had with him was through his nanny, Grace. I felt terrible about that sour night that happened between Michael and I. I wish that moment never happened; I regret it deeply. I regret making Michael cry and...(sighs) I absolutely regret turning him down. Inside, I wanted to marry and to start a life with him, but my heart had a false alarm. It doubtfully told me I wasn't ready, but really, I was. I was just too scared to hang on such a commitment, because I was a dumb young girl, who was used to the easy challenges in life, such as friendships and school; not having a child for a man to be a father and certainly not marriage. Michael was my first love and I blew it all off. I was scared of the married life and because of that, he hated me. On February 20, 2002, I was laying on my bed, trying to calm down since I had minor pains in my abdomen. I tried to shake it off, because I thought it was just another case of Braxton-Hicks contraction, A.K.A. "false labor". And plus, the doctors told me that the baby was going to be overdue; probably two weeks overdue. At 10 pm, I all of a sudden started to experience sharp pains, that felt like a sharpened razor knife, jabbing my abdomen constantly, about 75 million times. I squeezed my bedsheets, trying to bare the pain, but that didn't work. I started squealing, but I eventually ended up screaming. At the point to where I was screaming bloody murder, I knew this wasn't a false alarm. Carefully, I grabbed my phone and mangaging the pain and dialing a number all at once, I was successful at getting someone to help me. I attempted to call Michael, but he wasn't at home. But Grace was there and she drove over immediately. She came in my room to find me on the floor, grunting and crying, in an amazing deal of pain. Me: TAKE ME TO THE HOSPITAL, GRACE!! UH, IT HURTS! We went right over to the hospital and while I was in the hospital bed, all I could think about was Michael. All of these questions were concerning me: Where is he? Why won't he come? Does he even know I'm getting ready to have this baby? Already, my cervix was dialating two centimeters every three minutes. You could tell this baby was ready to be let out of my uterus. All of a sudden, I heard all kinds of screaming; sounded like girls and women screaming. Great! I'm going to give birth to a child and some women are screaming their asses off! That was the last thing I needed. But...I knew why the screaming took place. Michael! Out the window, I heard his voice and some security. Some fans were begging for autographs but he lightly refused, saying, "I'm very sorry, but I have to get to my son's birth." He sprinted into my hospital room, and I was so happy he came. But he would anyway, because his son was going to be born. He didn't come for me; he came for the child. I was shocked when he walked over to me and held my hand tightly; I thought he would just be two feet away from me and won't be able to look at me without getting teary-eyed. He gently kissed my forehead and whispered in my ear that everything was going to be okay. Then it was ready to push. After a few hours of more pain, on February 21, 2002, a gorgeous baby boy arrived in my arms. He was so beautiful, with eyes so chocolate brown. He had a lot of hair; that explains my heartburn I had frequently during my pregnancy. He looked a lot like his daddy when he was a small child. Michael: (wiping the tears from his eyes) Isn't he a blessing? Me: (panting exhaustedly) Yes...This is your baby. Michael: No, you're wrong. (strokes my hair back) Our baby. Me: (smiles) I thought you weren't speaking to me. Michael: Why would you think that? Me: Because you hate me. Michael: (eyes widen) Oh, no. Why would I hate you? Me: Because I broke your heart when I turned you down. (voice cracking) And I just wanted to say, i am sooo sorry, Michael. (tears falling out of my eyes) You know I didn't mean to hurt you. (begins to sob) Michael: Aw, Violet...don't cry. I'm sorry I made you feel that way. (comes close to me) I would never hate anyone in my entire life, let alone someone who is sacrificing this much for me. I love you, but...(sighs) I guess I was just too heartbroken to show it. Don't ever think that I hate you. I really love you, Violet. I just had to think of why you refused my proposal, but know I understand. Me: (smiles) Michael, would you like to name our son? Michael: (face lights up) Of course. Michael decided to name our child Prince Michael Jackson II, AKA, "Blanket". "Blanket" is described by Michael as a blessing and loving and caring for one another. Two days later, we got discharged from the hospital and I decided to stay with Michael and OUR three wonders for about a month or so. My son is the most beautiful thing on this earth and Michael and I wanted to give him the life that we didn't have. I didn't have a childhood, since I worked like a 40 year old woman ever since the age of 9, and you already know Michael's situation. We wanted our three children to have the childhood that we were deprived of and all we wanted to do was to provide a good life for them. TBC... I would like a lot of votes. :D Plz vote
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