Tracee Anderson-Jackson number one fashion designer and married to non other than the king of pop Michael Jackson himself
They're married for fifteen years now and trying for kids for fifteen years too
Two miscarriages and three failed IVF treatment...
While Tracee got the okay from the doctors to start pushing, she looked at her husband that seemed in pain too, frowning and holding onto his head
"Honey are you ok?" Tracee asked and pushed the nurse aside
"Y- yeah" Michael breathed and held onto his head, having the worse migraine ever, times ten
"Don't just stand there! Go help my husband" Tracee told the nurse who glared at her for pushing her aside
"Um Mrs Jack-" The doctor began
"Didn't I just tell you to help my husband?" Tracee interuppted him
"I'm not a neuro surg-" He began
"Then call a neuro whatever!" Tracee told him and took a sharp breath to breathe trough her next contraction "Fuck" She cursed
"As I was saying, you're in labor" The doctor reminded her
"Alright" The nurse gasped and made her way to Michael, helping him to sit down at the other bed in the room while she paged the neuro surgeon
"I- no" Michael mumbled, having flashes of memories flashing by, every argument, wedding anniversary, birthday, the miscarriages, the tours, interviews, meet and greets with fans, Gail and Romeo's almost wedding, Romeo coming back years later, finding out about Ethan, Melody being born, Tracee's postnatal depression, finding out she's pregnant again, everything came back to him, including the accident that caused him to loose his memories temporary
It all became too much, the pain was excruciating and flashes of memories were blinding to the point he passed out the moment the neuro surgeon arrived in the room
"Fucking do something!" Tracee stressed, she wanted to go to her husband and ignored her own pain of the contractions at the moment
"You can't leave this bed right now, you're in full labor" The doctor told her while the other nurse tried to stop Tracee from getting out of the bed
"But my husband" Tracee sniffed while she watched the other nurse and the neuro surgeon working on her husband, hooking him up to an IV and checking other vitals and blood pressure
"You can't stop this baby from being born anymore, you have to start pushing now" The doctor told Tracee "The sooner you're done with that, the sooner you can go over to your husband" He added
"Fine" Tracee sighed and pushed on her next contraction
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The next fifteen minutes Tracee was pushing and taking a break to breathe before pushing again while the neuro surgeon on the other side of the room was busy with Michael
"Tracee" Michael gasped while he opened his eyes and wanted to get up
"Be careful sir, you just passed out" The neuro surgeon told him
"My wife is about to give birth to our second child" Michael replied
"Do you know what day and year it is?" The neuro surgeon asked him
"July eighth nineteen ninty nine, I guess like four in the afternoon?" Michael answered
"That's correct" The surgeon nodded
"So can I go over to my wife now?" Michael asked and got up from the bed anyway to make his way to Tracee, he took her hand and smiled at her "Sorry I'm late to the 'party'" He mentioned
"I'm glad you showed up after all" Tracee smiled at him and pulled him in a passionate kiss while the doctor catched the baby that was pushed into his arms and checked the vitals and physical condition too, since the baby is a premature baby (seven and half months)
"By the way, flying half across the world while being seven months pregnant?" Michael asked her, raising his brow at her
"Well you passed out and went into an coma" Tracee reminded him
"But you're a high risk preg-" Michael began and was interuppted by the cries of their new born
"He'd love to meet his parents" The doctor mentioned and handed the new born to Tracee, who held him close to her and smiled at her baby boy
"I got a mini you" Tracee sniffed and smiled at her husband
"No, he looks like you" Michael smiled at her and gently carresed the new born's cheek "What did you decide to call him?" He asked
"Michael Junior" Tracee suggested
"Really?" Michael asked
"Yes, I finally succeeded in giving you a son, I know you didn't care about whether we had a son or daughter but I always wanted to give you a son" Tracee sniffed, happy tears and kissed her new born's cheek while she held her husband's hand
"I love you" Michael told her
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Michael Junior, born July 8th 1999, 4:15 PM
--- Meanwhile,
Gail called the other's and waited for them in the family room
She did see another doctor and nurse ran into the room too, so she feared the worse, loosing her sister and having a brother in law with memory loss who now became a single father of two, having to go trough the loss all over again once he gets his memories back, if he gets them back that is
While she was crying she was interrupted by Michael stepping out of the room, carrying a new born safely wrapped in a blue cloth
"I thought you'd wanted to meet your nephew too" Michael smiled at her
"Of course I want to meet him" Gail cried "How's my sister?" She asked
"Already telling the doctor to hurry up so she can go home" Michael smiled and carefully handed his baby boy to his auntie
"Yeah that's Trace" Gail smiled
"Yeah" Michael agreed "She doesn't like hospitals, not since... you know" He added, meaning the first miscarriage
"Yeah..... wait, you got your memory back?" Gail gasped
"Yeah, while Trace was in labor my memories came back, crashing in all together, worse headache ever, I won't recommend it to anyone" Michael told her
"Welcome back" Gail smiled at him and kissed her nephew's cheek "He's so cute" She smiled
"Did you tell Romeo yet?" Michael asked and sat down next to her
"Uh, no" Gail answered
"Tell me what?" Romeo asked while he made his way into the family room
