Deserted ( A Michael Jackson FanFiction Story)

Chap. 36

 4 MONTHS LATER

AVA POV

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"Michael, I feel like I wanna die." I say blowing my nose.

"It's only a few more days before they come." Michael said kissing my forehead.

"I want it out now! If this thing doesn't come out now, I'm doing it myself!" I yell.

I sneeze. These annoying babies are making me sick.

"No, we don't want to go that far now honey." Michael said.

"Ready or not they are coming out!" I say.

I start trying to push them out.

"They aren't coming out." Michael says.

I stop pushing.

"Fine, be like that babies." I say.

"Michael hand me a knife." I say.

I cough.

"Ava, please, just hold on for a few more days." Michael pleads.

"NO! HAND ME THE DAMN KNIFE MICHAEL!" I yell.

I grab him by his collar.

"They are killing me." I say.

"I know, do you want some sleeping pills?" He asked.

I let go of him and I burst out crying.

"When these things come out I'm going to beat the hell out of them!" I say.

"You don't mean that." Michael said.

"How do you know?" I ask.

"How do you know I wont kill you now?" I ask.

"Because you can't reach the knife." He says.

I groan.

"I'm sorry darling, It's just that-" I get interrupted by coughing.

"They wear me out." I finish.

Michael lays next to me on the bed. He wraps his arms around me.

"You're one of the most strongest people I know." Michael said.

"How?" I ask snuggling against him as much as I could.

"You carried three extra people for 9 months." He said.

I guess I did. This made me feel so much better.

"Yeah, I did. I bet you can't do that." I say.

I feel his laugh erupt from his chest.

"What's so funny?" I ask.

"Nothing." He said.

"No. Tell me." I say.

"I was just remembered something." He says.

"No, you think its that simple to carry three people for 9 months." I say.

I let go of him and I turn to my other side with my arms crossed.

"Come on Ava, you know thats not what I was thinking." Michael says.

He tries wrapping his arms around me but I just push him off.

"I'm leaving." I say.

"Where?" He asked.

"To the kitchen." I say.

"Ava, don't please?" He says.

"I can't anyway, if I get up I will probably just topple back down." I say.

He laughed. I smiled.

I turn to my side with a lot of struggle. I was facing him.

"You look beautiful." Michael says.

Michael sits up and places his ear on my stomach.

"Ew I can hear it sloshing around." He said.

I laughed.

"You know they can hear you?" I say.

"Then let me sing these little mj's a song." He said.

He started to sing Pure Imagination from the Willy Wonka movie. I closed my eyes and I listened to his soft voice. I cough a bit.

"You okay?" Michael asked.

"Yeah, keep singing." I say.

He smiled and kept singing. I fall asleep to the sweet melody of his voice.

I wake up to Michael's voice.

"You want a pbj sandwich?" He asked.

"Yeah sure." I sigh.

I sit up and I try to stand up.

"Let me help you out there." Michael said.

He took my arm and helped me to stand up.

"Thank you." I say.

"Time to get that knife." I joke.

"Hey! You tricked me into helping you up!" Michael laughed.

I stuck out my tongue.

"I'm going to tickle you." Michael said creeping closer to me.

"Tickle me and I'm going to throw up." I say.

"Speaking of which, I feel like I need to right now." I say.

I feel a lot of moving in my stomach. Bile is reaching my throat as I head to the bathroom. I feel a pop.

But I stop dead in my tracks when I notice that I wasn't throwing up. I was peeing.

"Michael! WHY AM I PEEING?!" I shout?

Michael comes from his room to see me standing in front of the bathroom peeing.

"Maybe your water broke!" He said.

I gasped.

"Or you couldn't hold your own pee." He said laughed.

I started blushing. This was so embarrassing.

"You're so me-" I was about to say but I felt the room shake. I stumbled.

"Ava!" Michael shouted rushing to my side.

"Sorry I ruined the carpet." I sighed.

Then I didn't say anything for a minute, because my breaths were shortening. I started breathing deeply in and out.

"We better get an ambulance." Michael said.

"Don't leave me!" I say.

Because to tell you the truth I was scared, I was scared out of my mind. I wasn't ready for this. I didn't want this.

"I wont." Michael said.

"Hold me." I whisper.

Michael held on to me as he called 911.

Michael carried me down the stairs. I felt like he was my hero or something. I don't know how he was able to carry me, a 162 pound woman down the stairs but he did.

The doctors got me into the ambulance and Michael sat by me helping to calm me.

"I love you." I say in between breaths.

Michael smiled.

"Hang in there." He said.