He Always Looks Good in Red.
Synopsis: Set during the final weeks of pregnancy, while Michael is filming Blood on the Dance Floor MV. Just fluffy little one shot. Enjoy.
Characters: Y/N, Bill, Michael Jackson
You were due any day now. Your bump had dropped lower in the past several weeks, to the point where it was even more unbearable.
Everything hurt. Not just your back, but every single muscle in your body hurt, it was stretched to the limit and you just wanted it to be over and done with.
Except you just wanted the baby to hold on just a little bit longer, especially with Michael filming Blood on the Dance Floor, the whole entire week. You were on high alert though, the whole house knew it, baby watch had taken place the last several days, even more so today.
Telling Michael to leave that morning sounded like a chore. Usually he wouldāve been out the door the moment his alarm had gone off, though you knew for a fact he had been up for hours, as you slept restlessly on the bed. Nothing made you comfortable anymore, not even sleep.
But he had eventually left, which had been hours ago, to do what he did best. You however felt like everything was just about to break.
Taking a deep breath, you had no real energy to say names or even shout right now. Intense waves of pain had scattered throughout your entire being, like white hot lightning, and you practically gasped for air. Taking your phone from where it had been laying, you immediately text Bill to come up to the room quickly!
The door opened loudly, or what felt like it anyways, as Bill came scampering in a second later. One look at you and he just knew that there was no time left. That this baby was wanting out and wanting out soon!
āBillā¦ get me to the hospitalā¦ ā a brief heavy pause, as you gritted your teeth and tried to breathe through the pain. āTell the bossā¦ when we get there.ā
You never really said boss to begin with, but only when you were really agitated and mad. Your tone was showing everything that the man needed to know. There was no time for arguments.
Once at the hospital, it had been a sport of its own just to get into the car, and felt like an eternity later that they had arrived. The contractions were horrible and you cried out in pain, even though you tried to mask it through just trying to bite the inside of your cheek.
You needed Michael, you needed him right now, but knew that being the stubborn person you were, you had shut off all communication until you were safely in the room.
Didnāt mean that anyone listened to your stubborn demands, but they obviously respected you enough to make you think otherwise.
Once at the hospital, you were immediately wheeled to labor and delivery and told that the baby was already starting to crown.
Fresh tears came as you told Bill to call Michael. To tell him what was going on. You needed him there and needed him right this instant.
The call had been placed on speaker and you couldnāt help but laugh at the irony of how frantic Michael sounded on the other end.
āMy wife is in laborā¦ I donāt careā¦ I will be back later to finishā¦ well have them finish that oneā¦ā
You practically screamed, knowing that he was trying to give instruction to the crew, even as he was heading out the door, to come to you.
āIām cominā, baby girl! Daddy will be there soon!ā
The line went silent after that and you tried everything to keep the baby from coming, before he got here. But no such luck.
So much happened from the moment the phone call ended to the time he came, that it felt like a rollercoaster of emotions happening.
The baby was born healthy and with a great set of lungs. Tears of joy flowed freely down your face, holding the tiny bundle of joy.
Michael soon came into the room, almost completely out of breath, wearing the clothing that he had on set.
If you hadnāt just given birth, you wouldāve jumped on his bones.
He had asked the question like he already didnāt know. You raise an eyebrow at him, asking silently if he was serious, as he came over to see their bundle of joy.
āOf course you can, heās your son after all.ā
You said with a brief laugh, hissing slightly at the pain, that had shot through you. It was definitely something that you werenāt used to, but it was gone before you could even complain much about it.
Michael came over, holding the baby a moment later, before giving you an amused grin.
āWhy you keep lookinā at me like that for, baby girl?ā
You snorted, rolling your eyes, as you gestured to the blood red outfit and fishtail braid that he was sporting.
āIf I didnāt just give birth, I would be asking you to be taking me to bed right now.ā
You said boldly, feeling that familiar pull of longing course through your body. Red really was his color and he knew it.
Michael looked at the outfit in question, blushing softly a moment later.
āIāll keep that in mind for when youāre healed sweetheart.ā
You huffed at what he said, but nodded anyways.
The rest of the day was spent with Prince, as he changed into other clothing; making sure the set clothing was in perfect condition, as your mind drifted off to when you two could make love again.
It didnāt help the longing desire that creeped all over your body and how beautiful your husband looked being such a daddy to their newborn.
All you knew was the next six weeks better hurry up, or you would break the rules just to see him look like that again.
