The Surrogate (A Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

Valentine's Day

Valentine's Day

Nina Sofia Jackson:

I laid in a reclining chair inside the emergency room at the hospital with a belt around my stomach that had a sensor on it to measure any contractions. Dr. Saran was not available, so Michael forced me to come to the ER. The nurse here measured my cervix and stated I had dilated to 2 centimeters. I remembered being at a 2 for weeks with Maddox so I wasn't concerned, but Michael.... I couldn't get him to chill out. He was pacing back and forth around the room. His phone was going off every couple seconds it was like he was texting everyone in the world to tell them I could be giving birth. Even though I knew I wasn't.

"Can we just go? I haven't had a contraction in an hour!" I complained throwing my head back against the chair. Michael sighed heavily and put his hand on his hip just staring at me. He had been in boss mode the entire time we were at the hospital and I really didn't appreciate it.

"How can you take this so lightly?" He asked looking at me with stern face.

"I've had a baby before I know how this works... and like I said those were not true contractions..."

"But you've dilated further."

I sighed loudly and just pouted at him. The chair was starting to hurt my back and I just wanted to go home and go to bed. I looked up at the clock and it was now a little bit past midnight. The nurse finally convinced Michael it was ok to take me home and once we got back to the ranch I went straight to sleep.

The next week and a half went by so slow. I was back on permanent bed rest and the boss was making sure I didn't walk anywhere but to the bathroom and back. All I did was lay in bed watching TV shows and playing games on my phone. Michael came in from time to time and tried to get me to play video games with him, but he would beat me relentlessly knowing I had no idea how to play and then rub it in my face for hours after which made it no fun... One of these days I'd own him.

It was now into the 2nd week of February and it was time to go see Dr. Saran again. We were due for a new ultrasound and I was ready to have some solid clarification on where the girls were at and how much of a risk I had of delivering early. If they could just hold out another month, being born a month and a half early would not be as risky. Maddox was born three weeks early at 5lbs and I took him home the very next day and had no complications. To be honest I was so sick of being pregnant at this point I just wished they would come a bit early. With the technology today, giving birth to preemies wasn't really as devastating as you'd think. It was just the fact that we wouldn't be able to bring them home immediately that I knew would bother Michael.

I was so ready to get out of this bed and out of the house that I was wide awake at 5:00 AM listening to Michael talk in his sleep.

"...that's cheating...hey no you're not playing fair..."

I shook my head at him. He's even a big kid in his dreams... I sat up in bed and he woke with a start. "What's wrong?" he asked while rubbing his eyes.

"You're going to have gray hair before these girls get here if you keep worrying like that... I just can't go back to sleep. I'm anxious to see the girls and hear what Dr. Saran has to say." I laid back down and cuddled up next to him giving him a few light kisses down his neck.

He reached over and lifted my shirt up and placed his hand on my stomach. The girls were already awake this morning. I wondered what they were doing in there. Were they playing? Fighting? Dancing? "This is getting real so fast, Nina...." he said in a dreamy voice." We're married...and we're going to be parents... I never thought I would see the day."