Authors Note: Here's Chapter 27 for your enjoyment :D

Chapter 27: Welcome To The World

" Before you were conceived I wanted you, before you were born I loved you, before you were an hour I would die for you, this is the miracle of LOVE."- Maureen Hawkins.

" Dani, I don't have to go, its so close to your due date, I don't feel right leaving you right now," Michael says, his face full of concern. I roll my eyes at him, bracing my hands against my lower back. The final month of pregnancy is upon me, and all I feel is a sense of calm.

" Michael, baby you know that I love you right?" I ask, watching as he nods his head a small pout on his lips. " Your driving me insane. I'm not due for another thirteen days, and your only going to be in London for three of them. So please just go, me and your son will be right here waiting for you when you get back." I shove him playfully through the front door.

" Fine, fine. You have the hotel number though, and my mobile number, and" he trails off when I cross my arms over my chest and tap my foot. " Okay, okay, I'm going. I love you."

" I love you too," I murmur pushing up to my toes kissing him thoroughly. I watch from the driveway as he leaves, his hand waving from the window, sighing with relief when he is out f sight. I love him to death, but he has been insane since I entered the last few weeks of pregnancy. I turn slowly, walking, well more like wobbling, back into the house, shutting the door behind me.

I sit in the study, a book in my lap as I stare out of the window. The house seems so much darker without Michael here. All right so what I miss him, I didn't think a three day press tour in London would seem so daunting.

" Knock, knock," Janet calls out and I turn my head looking at her standing in the doorway.

" Hey, what are you doing here so late?" I ask, smiling at her as she sits on the arm of the couch.

" Mmm, Michael asked me to stay with you the next few days, just until he gets home," she answers truthfully and I roll my eyes.

" What am I going to do with him?" I ask, shutting the book. " I'm sorry you got stuck with babysitting duty Janet. I'm going up to bed." I walk from the room, making my way down the hall to the room Michael and I share. I slide the door quietly shut behind me. I fan my face with my hand, why was it so hot? I slowly strip off my clothes sliding beneath the silky sheet burying my face in Michaels pillow, getting myself comfortable, which is a hard task to achieve as of late. I close my eyes slipping into sleep.

The pain shooting through my body makes me gasp awake, my body covered in perspiration. My eyes wander to the clock. 1:24 the numbers shine at me. I roll over another shockwave of pain rolling over my body.

" Oh no, not yet," I groan, the contraction rolling over my body. I slip out of bed, grasping the bed. I run my hands over the sheets feeling how wet they are. " Oh God, okay just breathe," I murmur to myself as I slip on my robe. I walk steadily and carefully down the hallway, panting as I stop in front of the room that I know Janet is occupying. I knock loudly, cursing silently when there is no answer. I push open the door, stepping in.

" Janet," I pant out, holding onto the wall. She doesn't respond, and I roll my eyes. " Janet." I call out forcefully.

" Huh, what?" Janet asks, sitting up her eyes clouded with sleep.

" We have to go to the hospital, now," I say, her eyes widening with shock.

" Now? You aren't due for another thirteen days," she says, scrambling up from the bed.

" Yeah well it looks like he has other plans," I wince running my hands over my stomach.

" Okay, okay, hold on," she says, throwing the blankets off of herself slipping into her shoes. She wraps an arm around my waist helping me walk. " Mother, Rebbie," she screams loudly two doors flying open.

" What's all the commotion child, its one thirty in the morning," Katherine says, her voice thick with sleep.

" The baby is coming," Janet replies and like a flip was switched everything starts happening lightening fast. Rebbie grabs the overnight bag I had just packed a few days ago, Katherine holds onto the papers with contact numbers while Janet helps me into the car.

" Call Michael, please," I cry out, letting Janet buckle the seatbelt around me.

" I'm dialing right now child, you just concentrate on breathing," Katherine murmurs and I close my eyes the sound of her on the phone with Michael making me smile through the pain.

Michael's POV

Max and I walk through the hotel, my nerves on edge. I shouldn't have left Dani. I should have stayed home.

" She's going to be fine Michael, you just wait and see. You'll be home the day after tomorrow and she will be there in all of her pregnant glory," Max assures me and I sigh heavily. I hope so. I'm greeted by hotel security as they ask us to follow them to where the press conference is going to be held. Suddenly the shrill ring from the mobile phone in my pocket stopping me dead in my tracks. I pull it out flipping it open.

" Hello," I say, holding a hand up to the security workers. " Mother. Wait what do you mean she's in labor. That wasn't supposed to be for another, yes Mother I understand that it happens when it happens. No, no. I'm getting on a plane as soon as I can." I turn around running in the direction we had just come from Max calling behind me. He doesn't catch up with me until I am in my room throwing things in my suitcase in a flurry of motion.

" Mike, slow down, what's going on?" Max asks, panting deeply.

" I have to get back home now. Dani's having the baby," I yell, my eyes frantically searching the room to make sure nothing was left behind.

" Really, wow, oh wow," he murmurs a look of shock on his face. We run from the hotel, Max on his phone, trying to explain to the media why the press conferences wont be happening, my thoughts resting solely on DanI and our unborn child.

Surprisingly the eleven hour flight from London to L.A went by in a snap, my body not even registering the quick time changes. I sit in the car a bundle of nerves cursing the fact that traffic is so thick.

" Mike calm down, Dani is going need you to be strong," Max says as he maneuvers through the traffic, trusting him to get us their quickly. Mother assured me that DanI was doing fine, but I had to see it for myself. I slam out of the car not even sure that its completely stopped when Max pulls up in front of California Hospital Medical Center. I run through the front doors skidding to a stop at the nurses station.

" Can I help you?" the woman asks not looking up from the magazine she is reading. I take a deep breath steadying myself.

" My fiancé is having a baby, I need to know what room she's in," I say, my voice finally calm.

" Name?" she asks looking up at me her eyes widening.

" Daniella James," I say, snapping my fingers in front of her face to snap her out of her daze.

" Oh right, uhm," she says looking to the computer monitor in front of her. " Miss. James in in room 1114, go down the hall turn left take the elevator to the eleventh floor," she calls after me as I take off not listening to the rest of her directions. I tap my foot nervously against the floor of the elevator rushing out of the door quickly almost knocking someone over. I call out an apology as I follow the numbers. I finally reach DanI's room, pushing open the door.

" Shh," Mother says, smiling at me from her seat next to DanI. I cant look anywhere else. She lays in the hospital bed an I.v in her small arm. " She finally fell asleep. The contractions stopped a few hours ago, they have her on patosin to re-start the labor. Her mom's here too, she just went to get some coffee. Your sisters left to shower, but they'll be back." I smile hugging her quickly before taking a seat next to the bed, taking DanI's hand in mine.

" Thanks Mother," I murmur, turning to stare at DanI. Her skin glows under the dull light, her long hair in a braid laying over one slender shoulder.

" I'm going to take a short walk, call the rest of the family," she murmurs pressing a soft kiss to my head before leaving me to watch over the woman I love.

Dani's POV

I wake slowly, the feel of someone's hand in mine. I blink my eyes a few times to clear them, noticing the familiar head of curly hair laying on my leg.

" Michael?" I ask, his head popping up.

" Hi baby," Michael says, a smile spreading across his lips.

" You made it," I murmur as he stands to his feet to press a kiss to my forehead.

" I'm so sorry I left, I got here as soon as I could," he says, and I shake my head at him wincing as a contraction rolls over me.

" Oh God, their starting again," I cringe, taking his hand in mine.

" Its okay baby, I'm here," he says, brushing the hair from my face.

" Hello Miss. James," the doctors voice calls from the door way. " How are you feeling, the contractions start again?" I nod, tears collecting in the corner of my eyes. " This is going to be uncomfortable, but I need to check how far along you are."

" Do you have to?" I ask, the thought of his fingers probing in that area making my stomach curl.

" Yes dear," he says, tapping my leg sympathetically as he lifts the sheet. I wince, curling my fingers into the sheet as Michael rubs my head. " Okay, your at about six centimeters, now would be the perfect time to get the epidural if you want it."

" No, no drugs," I pant, my mouth growing dry.

" All right, I will be in to check on you again in the next few hours," he says, smiling at me and Michael as he leaves.

" Dani, are you sure you don't want the drugs?" Michael asks, and I nod my head.

" I was drugged up when I had Carly-Ann and it wasn't the greatest situation. I want to do this one naturally," I murmur, tensing as another contraction rolls through my body.

" Okay, okay baby just breathe, its almost over," Michael murmurs his eyes on the screen that is keeping track of the contractions. I nod my head as I close my eyes listening to Michael talk soothingly to me.

Two hours later and I'm singing a different tune.

" Michael, Michael, I changed my mind I want the drugs, anything, please, just knock me out," I scream, the contractions coming one on top of the other."

" Cant you guys do something for her?" Michael asks, his eyes full of panic when he looks up at the nurse.

" It's too late now, if I'm right, when the doctor comes in here its going to be time to push," the nurse says, smiling down at me. " Your little boy will be here soon."

" I want my Mom, where is she?" I call out a familiar hand brushing over my face.

" I'm right here darling," Mom whispers to me, and I smile. I lay back, letting her press a cool cloth to my forehead.

" Well, lets see how your doing DanI," the doctor announces his hand disappearing behind the sheet covering my naked lower half. " Looks like we're ready for the hard work."

" We are?" Michael asks, his eyes wide with shock.

" Yes, your going to be a father soon Mr. Jackson," the doctor replies as a nurse helps him into a smock. " Okay Michael, your going to have to hold DanI's left leg up and bent towards her chest, Mrs. James the same with the right, now Dani, when you feel the next contraction I need you to take a deep breath and push as hard as you can okay?" I nod my head and as soon as the next contraction hits I follow the instructions, pushing with all of my might.

" That's good, so good, okay again," the doctor orders, and I push again harder, my eyes feeling like they are going to jump out of my head. I lay back panting, my heart hammering in my chest.

" I cant, I cant do it," I cry, the pain overwhelming me.

" Yes you can baby, you can do this your so close," Michael coaches me, his voice soothing and firm.

" Okay Dani, one more good push and the head will be out," the doctor says and I pull myself up pushing down as hard as I can, screaming from the pain.

" There, there he is," the doctor says, and I watch as Michael looks over my lifted legs, a look of wonderment on his face. " Two more good pushes and he'll be out." I empty my mind, concentrating only on the task at hand, when suddenly the shrill cries of my son fills the room. I fall back against the pillows tears streaming down my face.

" Is he okay?" I ask, my eyes watching as the doctor holds him up for me to see.

" He's perfect, the nurses are just going to get him cleaned up," the doctor says patting my knee. I cry happily as Michael rains kisses over my face.

" You did it baby, you did it. You gave me a son, and he is so beautiful," he says, his own tears falling on my face as he smiles down at me.

Two hours later after everyone has gone, I sit holding our son in my arms, my finger brushing down his cheek.

" He's so gorgeous," I murmur, taking in his caramel colored skin, and halo of black silky hair.

" He gets it from his Mother," Michael murmurs as he sits on the edge of the bed his hand brushing over our sons head. I smile up at Michael, letting him press a kiss to my lips.

" Mmm, no, he gets it from his daddy," I say, carefully passing our slumbering son to Michael's awaiting hands.

" You know," he whispers, rocking the baby in his arms, " we never talked about names." I smile, the vision of Michael and our son taking my breath away.

" Well, do you have any ideas?" I ask, yawning slightly.

" Mmm, Prince Michael Evan Jackson," he murmurs and tears surge to my eyes.

" Evan? That was my dad's name," I say, wiping a tear from my face.

" I know," he says looking up at me a soft smile on his lips as he hands our son back to me when he grows fussy. " Time for someone to eat." I smile when our son latches on to me, suckling fervently from me.

" Welcome to the world, Prince Michael Evan Jackson," I murmur, brushing a kiss to his soft head.