probably gonna be a short chapter. im sorry! i went and saw This Is It. For those of u who havent seen it yet...get to it! its awesome! anyway sorry this one is short. too late at night for me. ill make sure to update real soon. much love to my groupies! lol ;)

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Two Hearts. One Dream Ch. 21

We all walked outside the gate and was immediately stormed by the media. Most cameras were pointed at me and Michael instantly pushed me behind him. The rest of the family surrounded me to protect me. The questioning began and Joseph walked ahead of everyone and held his hand up. A potium was set up near the gate with a microphone. Everyone hushed when Joseph took the stand.

"Everyone please calm down. We will do the best we can to answer all questions, as long as they are asked one at a time."

"We wanna know why they kept the pregnancy a secret!" One lady called out.

Michael stepped up and Joseph stepped away. "It was for my wife and our baby's safety. My wife being caught in the middle of a media storm, as she was before, would be dangerous and I won't risk her being hurt."

"Understandable, but Mr. Jackson, how do you know it's your baby?" a man asked. I clenched my teeth and stood beside my husband.

"Why wouldn't it be his? You think I'm the type of girl that would cheat on Michael? You're wrong," I growled and Michael put his arm around me. Janet stepped up with Rebbie.

"We believe Michael and Lola are going to make great parents. Yes, this is Michael's biological child and they are going to do just fine." Janet calmly stated.

"Lola, are you going to keep doing concerts with Michael?" another lady asked.

"She will only go as far as she can go. Ask for how far that really is, we will find out when she sees a doctor," Michael said.

A few more questions were asked until I started feeling light headed. I swayed a little behind Michael as he was answering more questions. Jermaine stepped up behind me as I leaned backward into him. Latoya felt my forehead and Joseph looked at me and stepped in next to Jermaine.

"She's looking too pale, Jermaine. We need to get her inside and cooled off," he whispered. Jermaine nodded and looked at Jackie. Jackie grabbed my arm and put it around him for support. Tito nudged Michael and he looked back and saw me and his eyes darkened a little. He turned back to the media and Joseph grabbed his shoulder. "It's not worth it son. Take your wife inside now. I'll handle the rest." Mike nodded and walked with me and his brothers back inside.

"Where are they taking Lola? Is she sick? Is Michael even taking care of her?" the entire media was going nuts as they watched the family help carry me back inside.

"Lola is being well taken care of by my family. She is only ill because of the stress the public is putting on her. Michael went through this in his early years, which now he's used to. Lola isn't used to any of it and she's carrying. You have you're answers now, so please leave my family be." Joseph nodded and walked back inside.

Michael layed me on the couch and Katie walked out with a wet wash cloth and started patting my head with it. "Are you okay, child?"

"I'm fine, mother. I just got a little dizzy, that's all."

"It's all that damned media," Michael growled. He was sitting on the floor against the couch holding my hand. I squeezed his hand and he looked at me. "I'm sorry..."

"Don't..." I snapped. "Don't you even apologize. This wasn't your fault. It was no one's fault," I looked around the room at the rest of the family as I spoke. "I chose this life and you all welcomed me in with opened arms. I am blessed more than anything. I love this life, even as dramatic as it is. Honestly, life would be too dull without a little drama. We're just the envy of the public because we happen to have more drama than they do," I shrugged and earned a few chuckles from the family. Even Joseph cracked a smile. Michael looked away. "And I wouldn't trade this life for anything in the world, Mike. I love you," I smiled and he kissed me and finally smirked.

"Well, now that all the media is well informed, what are we gonna do?" Michael sighed.

"I suggest you get Lola in to see a doctor," Rebbie said. Michael smiled and nodded.

"I'll find the best baby doctor in town," he winked at me and I smiled. He walked back to his office and jumped on the computer.

I dozed off on the couch shortly after he disappeared into his office. When I woke up, Katie was sitting on the recliner beside the couch knitting something. I stretched and Michael popped his head over the back of the couch and startled me.

"Geeze, don't do that," I grumbled.

"Sorry," he laughed. "I got you a doctor's appointment tomorrow morning," he smiled.

"Oh, okay then." I was still half asleep and I rubbed my eyes.

"So enthusiastic. I'll leave your keys on the table by the door. Your appointment is at eight sharp." I eyed him and he started to walk away and I jumped up and stood in front of him.

"What are you talking about? You think I'm gonna be going without you? You're insane!" he looked at me curiously and tilted his head to the side.

"You really want me to come?" he asked.

"Want...? Yea, we aren't going there. Michael, you are coming with me. I didn't make myself pregnant, so I'm not doing anything that involves our child without you next to me." I folded my arms and tapped my foot and he grinned.

"Thank you," he said simply. I guess Lisa really tore him up when she wouldn't let him do anything with her. Then again, she lied about being pregnant in the first place just to gain all the attention. I really had hoped I healed his heart entirely by now, but it seemed as though I missed a few pieces.

The next day we went to see the new doctor. He did all the basics and did an ultrasound. When we heard the heartbeat, Michael squeezed my hand and tears burned in his eyes. My heart pounded like crazy.

"Would you like to know the sex?" the doctor asked. I nodded and Michael smiled at me. "One moment..." he said and moved the tool over my belly a few times. "Ah, here we go. Looks like a baby girl in the making. Congratulations," he smiled. I looked at Michael as tears slid down my face. He kissed me and put his forehead against mine.

"A baby girl..." he breathed. "I'm gonna have a little one that calls herself a daddy's girl," he sighed happily.

"And you know she is going to be a daddy's girl," I smiled.

We talked about names on the way home. I had no idea Michael would get this excited about having a little girl. Most men want their first child to be a boy, but of course my husband isn't like most men. When we got home, Tito was standing by the back door in his uniform. He was talking to Joseph.

"Hey brother," Michael slapped his shoulder. Tito jumped and turned on his heels. When he saw me, he grinned widely.

"What?" I asked. "What do you know?"

"Well, I figured some things out about your father. I guess the British Sun handed over about half a million dollars for him to tell the media about your pregnancy, so I reported him for tax fraud and he was arrested about an hour ago."

I leaned back against Michael and let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding in. "What a relief," I breathed. Michael grinned and wrapped his arms around me. "We have some news for everyone as well," I smiled and Tito quirked a brow and Joseph stepped inside and sat in a nearby chair.

Michael moved to the center of the room and held my hand. "We found out at the doctor's office today, we're having a baby girl." Janet, Rebbie, and Latoya squealed and jumped up and down. The brothers high fived each other and Katie hugged us both.

"Have you thought of names yet?" Janet asked. I laughed at her goofy smile.

"Not yet, Ms. impatient," I teased and she stuck her tongue out at me. "We have plenty of time to discuss it. I won't be due until June."

"So...you're 4 months pregnant then?" Marlon asked. Michael nodded and the smiled widely. Michael's phone went off in his pocket and he groaned and excused himself. When he came back, he was in a really bad mood.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"MTV wants me to come to New York to do a special tomorrow night," he sighed. "I would've said no, but it's for this charity, and..."

"It's okay, you should go. I've been needing to get back to work anyway. I've taken my leave of absence a bit too far," I shrugged and Michael chuckled.

"It's no problem. Conrad is a very understanding man. He knows you haven't been well," Michael said quietly. I nodded and he hugged me and went to pack his things. After he said his goodbyes to everyone, I walked outside with him and we said our goodbyes privately. "Be safe," he said as he kissed me passionately before getting into his SUV.

"Sure...you do the same. I love you," I whispered.

"Love you more," he winked and shut the door. I smiled weakly as I watched him disappear outside the gate. I sat on the porch and a sharp pain hit my chest.

"Something isn't right...I just know it," I whispered to myself. Michael flew to New York and started rehearsals that night. He worked all day nonstop. Apparently, the guys he worked with weren't doing their jobs right. A few of the intrument players weren't hitting the notes he wanted and a few dancers were out of step. He worked vigorously the first day and went to his hotel late that night and got up early to start more rehearsals.

The night of the concert, he nailed it perfectly and I sat home watching him on my television. I grinned when he dedicated The Way You Make Me Feel to me. The following day, he was asked to do another concert which made his stay in New York a week longer. He worked so hard trying to get everything put together. A few nights before another concert, he felt extremely light headed and he collapsed on the stage.

I got a call late that night...

"Is this Lola Jackson?" the voice asked.

"It is, may I ask whose speaking?" I asked.

"This is Dr. Celby at the NYC hospital. We have you're husband in the ICU right now," he paused and I gasped.

"Is he alright?" I started pacing the floor biting my nails.

"We have him stable now, but we are concerned about his diet," he said simply. I asked him quite a few medical questions such as what his blood pressure was and his white blood cell count. He was limited to what he could tell me, but I was well informed after we hung up.

I stood by the window in the living room and tried to focus on my breathing. I had no idea how Michael was doing and how he was even feeling. I kept telling myself I needed to fly over there and be with him.

'No, you can't go to New York. You know what will happen if he sees you there. Part of him will be glad to see you but he will be upset you came all that way alone,' my voice of reason spoke. I rolled my eyes and snorted, but I knew it was right.

"Lola, I just heard. Is he okay?" Jackie ran up to me and startled me. "Sorry..." he blushed a little and I patted his shoulder.

"It's okay. The doctor tells me he's stable now. We just have to keep our faith and wait," I said quietly. A few hours later, I got another call. The family was in the room and all stared at my face and studied my reactions. "That's wonderful news. Thank you Dr. Celby," I smiled as I hung up.

"Well?" Rebbie asked.

"He gets to come home tomorrow," everyone sighed in relief and my baby girl kicked me hard in the side. I grunted and rubbed my belly. "I know, baby girl. I miss him too but daddy will be home soon," the kicking slowed but didn't stop. I sighed and layed on the couch between Janet and Latoya. "This child is going to scar my ribs for life, I swear."

Latoya giggled and pulled my feet into her lap and Janet played with my hair. I spent alot of time with the family that night. I was jealous of Michael. I wished my family was this close all the time. He was never alone with this family. Even going through the hardest times, this family always stuck together. I loved them all so much.

That morning, I woke up to someone stroking my hair. I turned over and ended up with my head on someones chest. I recognized the heartbeat and I popped my eyes open to see Michael laying on his back and smiling at me.

"Good morning, beautiful. I missed you so much," he grinned and I hugged him tightly.

"I missed you too," I raised up and lightly smacked his bare chest. "Don't scare me like that again. How am I supposed to allow you to go out of town without me if you aren't gonna take care of yourself?"

"I was," he argued playfully. "I just hadn't had a drink of water all day and it caught up with me," he shrugged.

I grunted and poked his side. "That's because you need more meat on your bones, like me," I giggled and rubbed my big belly. Michael laughed and shook his head.

"You have reason to be meaty....you ate my baby," he used an australian accent and I laughed. He winked and layed his head on my belly and listened. The baby put her hand where his face was and pushed. He smiled and kissed my belly. "I missed you too, daddy's little angel," he grinned.

"Have you thought of any names?" I asked curiously.

"Actually, I thought of a few while I was gone. I had a few choices of Sky, Teresa, and a few others. After being in the ICU the first night, I had a dream I was walking through heaven with Abraham. A little girl came up to me with a white lily. Her name was Neveah. Just like heaven spelled backwards, you know. That's what I want her name to be. Neveah."

I grinned and nodded. "Neveah Michelle Jackson," he looked at me and smiled.

"Michelle?" I nodded.

"Wouldn't sound as good to call her Neveah Michael...that's a boy's name. Neveah Michelle sounds better, don't you think?"

"I don't think, I know. Neveah Michelle Jackson it is then," he kissed me and we curled up together and went back to sleep.