yes i had to keep going...crazy me right? :D

Two Hearts. One Dream Ch. 26

My knees kept shaking the entire drive into town. Janet eyed me a few times before she reached over and held my leg down.

"Girl you need to relax...I know you're nesting, but chill out. We have many places to shop at today," she grinned and I gave her a fake smile. I wasn't gonna tell her I felt like something was wrong. I didn't want her to worry incase I was just being paranoid.

We walked through the first few stores and I began to relax a little. We got quite a few items, and on sale thanks to the clever eye of my sister.

"I can't believe you got those boots on sale," I nudged her as we loaded her car with bags.

"I know, don't you just love shopping with me?" she beamed. I giggled and waddled to the passenger side of the car. My phone rang and I picked it up, still giggling at my sister. "Hello?"

"Lola...? Are you there?"

My smile disappeared immediately. "Raymone? What's wrong?" Janet looked at me and her smile faded as well.

"No...there's been an accident. I need you and Janet to head over to UCLA and meet me in the emergency room."

"Emergency room? Raymone...tell me what happened? Where's my husband?"

"The medics are here...I gotta go. Michael...stay still man, please..." he mumbled that last part into the phone and the color drained from my face.

"What is it, Lolz?"

"I don't know...I think Mike's hurt..." I breathed.

"Hurt? Then let's get home..."

"No..." she froze and looked at me. "Raymone said to meet him at UCLA. Let's just get there without getting pulled over." I started feeling sick to my stomach. I knew something was gonna happen. I should've stayed with him.

'You know he wouldn't have let you stay home, you know that. Quit blaming yourself...'

'Shut up...I really don't need therapy right now...' I mentally argued.

We pulled up and I jumped out of the car just as Janet put it in park. I waddled my way into the building just as Michael had arrived with the paramedics. He wheeled right by me and I ran up and grabbed his hand.

"Michael...baby, I'm here. What happened?" Michael looked at me and smiled weakly and squeezed my hand.

"Your clumsyness rubbed off on me I guess...I fell. I'm glad you're here," he said quietly. A tear slid down my face and he reached up to wipe it when they pulled me away from him.

"Sorry miss, but you have to wait out here," a doctor told me. I froze in place as those words echoed in my mind. The last time a doctor told me that, he came back with the worst news possible. My son was taken from me on that cold night.

I rubbed my belly as Neveah did flips constantly. Joe showed up shortly after and hugged me. The rest of the family soon arrived and we were given our own private waiting room so we wouldn't be interviewed. Raymone soon walked in with Michael's suitcase and set it at the door. I jumped up and ran to him and he hugged me.

"Raymone...please tell me what happened." I begged.

"Well...I went to the house to check up on you guys. I tried to call him but he didn't answer, which was very odd to me. I left a message thinking maybe he was in the studio, but then I started getting these weird feelings. So when I got there, I walked in and called out. As I got closer to his room, I heard him groaning in pain and I ran in to find him in the bathroom floor. He layed a towel across himself, but he couldn't move. I asked him what happened and he said he lost his balance, and I tried helping him up. He screamed in pain and that's when I called an ambulance, then I called you."

I put my hand on my head starting to feel dizzy. Katie stood and put her arm around me to hold me up. No one really said anything, but all kept a close eye on me. I shook off the dizziness and stood upright. "I need to see him..." I walked towards the door and it opened before I touched the handle. The doctor stood there with a smile on his face and I felt relieved. "He's alright?" I asked.

He nodded. "Mr. Jackson will be just fine. He broke a few of his vertebra though, so we're gonna need to keep him for atleast 2 weeks while he heals. He won't be able to walk for a little while."

"Atleast he's safe. Can we see him?" I asked. He nodded and we all followed him into Michael's room. He looked up and smiled at everyone and then winked at me. "Hi honey. How are you feeling?"

"Fantastic..." he mumbled. Everyone looked at him funny and I looked at his I.V. pole and saw a bag of morphine hanging there.

I giggled. "Morphine works wonders, doesn't it?" I asked him and he nodded slowly. Everyone stuck around for a little while and Michael eventually dozed off. I pulled up a chair next to his bed and leaned back in it and held his hand.

"We're gonna go now, Lola. Do you wanna stay or would you like a ride home?" Jermaine asked.

"I'm good. I'll be staying here for a while." I yawned and Jermaine chuckled and kissed my forehead and left. Everyone else did the same and kissed Mike as well, though he remained asleep. Janet was the last to leave and Michael opened his eyes when she kissed him.

"Tink..." he whispered.

"Hey Peter," she smiled.

"Thank you..."

"For what?" she quirked a brow at him.

"For taking care of Lola. I don't think I could've asked for a better sister. I love you...so much..." he mumbled before falling back asleep. Janet wiped at her eyes and then kissed his cheek.

"I love you too," she whispered. She kissed my cheek and smiled. "I'll bring a suitcase for you in the morning, okay?" I nodded and yawned again. She grinned and left and I started dozing off in my chair. I woke up when I felt Michael squeeze my hand.

I raised up and he grinned at me. "You don't look very comfortable sweetheart. Come lay with me," he slowly scooted over to make room and then winced.

"Don't do that, you dork. You're gonna make your injuries worse," I jumped up and tried to make him more comfortable. He groaned and pulled on my arm until I was sitting on the bed with him. "Mike...I don't wanna hurt you."

"I can't sleep without you laying next to me," he whispered. He gave me that stupid pouty face and I rolled my eyes and carefully layed myself next to him. Neveah kicked his hand when he moved his fingers over my belly. "I missed you both so much," he whispered and kissed my head.

"We missed you too, daddy," I smiled and snuggled against him. The next few days went by and Michael was slowly making progress. By the end of the week, he was able to sit up on his own, and he was working with a physical therapist everyday to help him walk again.

Eventually, he made me go home so I could clean myself up a little better. The hospital showers weren't as good as mine at home, and I mentally thanked Michael for making me go. I cleaned up and headed back to the hospital. I stopped by KFC to get Michael a bucket of fried chicken. I knew he would thank me later, even though he never complained about the hospital food. Then again, my husband never complained about anything.

I walked through the lobby and got to Michael's floor. I stopped at the nurse's station down the hall from his room for a minute to take a breath. I guess I was walking a little too fast. I felt like I was sweating so much, my lower region was actually wet. I felt that as pretty odd, and I leaned over and saw that my pants were soaked around the crotch.

"Uh..." I was embarassed. "Did I seriously wet myself?"

"Honey, are you okay?" a nurse asked me. I looked at her and my face went pale. "Oh...dear...we need to get you down to labor and delivery." I felt like my heart stopped at that point.

"What?"

"Your water broke, honey. Let's go now, nice and slow..."

"But my husband is right down the hall..."

"I'll get him once we get you downstairs honey. What's his name?"

"Michael Jackson," I grunted. I realized by then I was going into labor and I was only seven months pregnant.

"I knew you looked familiar, miss Lola..." she went on and on and I tuned her out. Everyone moved really fast once I got to labor and delivery, and soon I was in a gown and in the bed with my feet propped up. The pain started coming very fast and it was all too familiar for me.

"I need my husband...please..." I breathed.

"Mr. Jackson isn't able to walk yet, but I'll see what I can do..." the nurse answered.

"See nothing...tell him his wife is in labor downstairs...please..." I begged.

"Lola...hey I'm here...calm down," Janet came running in and grabbed my hand. Shortly after, Rebbie and mother ran in. Rebbie rubbed my face with a cloth and mother and Janet stayed on either side of me holding each hand. As the pain got worse, I started to cry.

"I can't do this without him..." I panted.

"They're trying to get him down here, baby. It's gonna be okay," mother said calmly. I worked through some more contractions until the doctor finally announced it was time to push.

"No...I can't do this without Michael...I promised him..." I breathed.

"We don't have a choice....now push!" the doctor coached me. I ignored him and focused on mother.

"Listen child, do this for Neveah and Michael both. He's not far from here okay? You have to do this for your baby..." I breathed in deeply and pushed. It seemed to go on for a long time. After about an hour, I grew very weak.

"Come on, Lola....he's crowning. You're almost there," Janet cheered as she watched it all happening.

I started getting very dizzy at that point and I closed my eyes. "I can't do it anymore...I can't..." I panted.

"You have to, Lola. Michael can't come, but we will take the baby to see him when she's born...now keep going!"

"I....promised..." I whispered.

"He can't walk..."

"Wanna bet?" Everyone turned to see Michael with a cane, struggling to walk over to my side. I smiled weakly as he slowly made his way to my side. Janet moved away and Rebbie left the room since there was only allowed the maximun of three during birth. He grabbed my hand and I winced when the next contraction hit.

"Lola, push now...come on," the doctor said.

"I'm so tired..." I shook my head and Michael rested his forehead on mine and whispered so only I could hear him.

"Remember the song you sang for me...you have to keep going for her so we can sing to her. Let's sing that song to her together, Lola. Come on...you kept your promise and I'm here with you...you are not alone...I am here with you..." he started to sing quietly and I pushed again. After a few more pushes, heard Neveah cry. Tears poured down my face and I looked up at Mike. He kissed me repeatedly and wiped at his own tears. "I knew you could do it," he whispered.

Everyone cooed over her after she was cleaned up and handed to me. Michael layed on the bed with me and layed his arm around me. Neveah grabbed his finger as he stroked her cheek gently and she started sucking on his finger.

"I think someone's hungry," he smiled.

I nodded and mother stood up. "Okay...feeding time now. Let's let the new parents have their alone time." Everyone said their goodbyes and left. Joseph was the last to leave and he stopped and smiled at Michael. He hugged him gently and kissed the top of his head.

"I'm proud of you son," he winked at me. Michael looked at me with tears in his eyes and looked back to Joseph.

"Thanks...father," he whispered. Joe smiled and walked out and Michael turned his attention back to Neveah. Seeing the look on his face after what his father said to him meant more to me than I thought. Now I knew for sure his heart was completely healed. That was my mission.

'No, you're mission is to become a Jackson and stay a Jackson for the rest of your life...'

I smiled and kissed Michael and cooed at Neveah. 'I think I can handle that just fine.'

Michael sighed and I layed my head on his shoulder and let Neveah nurse from me. Mike grinned as she held tightly onto his finger and he started humming the lullaby I sang to him so long ago. I joined in with words, and we sang our daughter her very first lullaby. This was a lullaby I knew for sure she'd never forget.