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Thursday, October 18th, 1984

Los Olivos, California

The Ranch

10:15 AM

"MICHAEL!" That was the fourth time I'd yelled for him, waiting while still stuck on our bed. The remainder of the Victory Tour had been postponed, but really no one wanted to go back to it. The tour was in shambles even after everything Michael and I had tried changing to makes things run smoother; whether it was tickets sales, pre-orders, managers, endorsers... Everything seemed to hit us in the face every time we'd iron one issue out, then two or three would take it's place. The tour had also been postponed because our little one was due to arrive on the 11th...

...I guess our little roll doesn't want to come out yet. It's been a full week since my due date has passed to my dismay. My hands caressed my now giant belly, cooing desperately to the being inside.

"Honey, why won't you come out already? Please?! You're fully cooked, it's time to exit the oven." Ok, so maybe I was being a bit whiny. Being a week overdue, however, I think I've earned the ability to whine a little. The double doors to our bedroom open finally, a heavily breathing Michael coming out from behind them. He wiped his forehead with the sleeve of his shirt.

"I was-" He huffed, pointing out one of the windows. "Outside." Now both his hands rested on his waist, "One of the... maids told me." He sat down on the king-sized bed by my feet, naturally reaching for them to rub as he'd been doing for months now on the regular. I waved a hand at him. I have other plans for those hands... "Wha-? You don't want a foot rub?" He looked shocked. "Since when?" I smirked at him.

"Since I talked to my ob-gyn about ways to get this one," I rubbed my belly for emphasis, "Out and about." His eyes became wide.

"What? Wait a minute..." He shook his head in disbelief. "You're finally giving me the green light, is that what this is?" We hadn't had much sex recently for multiple reasons. The nausea and vertigo I'd had the majority of my pregnancy made sex not very enjoyable to say the least, and thankfully it went away around the end of August. But then we were both so busy, and I wasn't supposed to travel anymore because I was in the third trimester. In which case, I'd come back home to California. Our belongings had all been moved into our new home on Michael's orders, so that was out of the way. I was also officially on maternity leave while Brian worked as acting CEO of Tsunami Records.

Now, here we both were. No tours. No nausea. No worries. It's perfect. AND - even better - it's doctor's orders.

"That's exactly what this is." I tried to sit up more against the intricate wooden headboard. "Now dick me down as good as you did the night that got us into this mess." I was serious, but he laughed. It was, as always, difficult not to laugh with him.

"Mmm. Girl, you have no idea what's coming for you right now..." His laughter turned into deep, chest laughter that made my toes curl as he crawled upwards to claim my lips as his own. I had one hand on his cheek, while the other pressed against his chest. His shirt was still tacky against his sweaty skin, it could be felt through the fabric as I unbuttoned his shirt. Let's face it, Michael doesn't really need to wear a shirt. He's gorgeous. Well, except to protect his skin of course... Nevermind. We're inside! It doesn't matter.

He couldn't really hover over me anymore, which disappointed me marginally. I'm a whale, I thought. But hopefully not for long! I felt him thrust greedily against my hip as we made-out, it was like we were back in his room at Havenhurst the night I first had dinner with his family. Taboo, and all too hot to handle. I moaned loudly, not caring about anything other than him in this moment. His huge hands were in my hair, tangling it with finesse only he could accomplish. I felt one of his hands travel down to my breast, cupping it fully above the fabric.

I normally wasn't super sensitive in the chest area, but now was a different case. Suddenly, I became so sexually frustrated my lips parted from his with a growl just so I could take my shirt off and throw it in the corner. Michael seemed mostly unsurprised by what I'd chosen to do, and now that we were both shirtless it only seemed fair we take each other's pants off as well. Mine are pajama shorts, but it doesn't matter. They found their way onto the floor like every other article of clothing that had been on our bodies only moments ago.

"Lay down." He requested.

"On my side, or?" The doctor had given us a list of position recommendations and while it had made us a bit uncomfortable at first, we'd both realized how helpful it was when put to the test later on.

"Nah, we'll do that later. I have a craving..." He gave me a mischievous look. My eyes widened at him.

"So, my back?" I clarified.

"Yes, your back." Without any grace, I maneuvered to lay on my back for him. Once positioned properly he kissed my mouth once more - taking my breath away - before trailing kisses down the middle of my torso, between my breasts, over my pregnant belly and down where I've wanted him to be this entire time. A euphoric sigh escaped from between my lips as his mouth and tongue maneuvered in glorious ways against my folds and clitoris. I could have let him continue for ages, but all too soon he stopped, popping his head up to where I could see him. All around his mouth glistened, making me feel satisfied inside.

"Do you want music?" He asked, looking as though that's what he'd been thinking about the entire time he was down there. My smirk disappeared.

"Sure." I shrugged, not caring either way. My goal wasn't romance at the moment, so music wasn't on my mind like it was Michael's. 

"Oh, good!" He clapped his hands together and got up, walking over to the entertainment center completely naked. Sitting up, I tried my best to stifle my giggles at the sight that met my eyes. Michael was flipping through our vinyl collection, trying to find a record - nude as a baby, of course - with an erection that was reaching for the sky. Yet he was completely absorbed in what he was doing - something not even remotely sexual - it's like he didn't even know he's hard. The sight tickled my funny bone, I couldn't help it.

My hand covered my mouth as I watched him. He found what he was looking for and put it on to play, the needle hit the record with a familiar sound, static popped. The song that met my ears was another surprise: Custard Pie by Led Zeppelin.

"Led Zeppelin?" I questioned as he made his way back onto the bed. He smirked at me, nodding.

"Yeah. I'm feeling adventurous." My eyes went wide at what he said. I pointed a finger at him as he laid down next to me on his side.

"We are not-" I couldn't even finish my sentence. Michael waved a hand through the air at me.

"I'm not talking about anal, Ash." Brief pause. "I know you're not ready, you've told me. And I'm completely okay with that. Besides... There are so many other things we can do." The smirk came back as he licked his lips, gazing into my eyes. One of his hands caressed my cheek meanwhile my cheeks heated to an inferno.

"My god. You really are horny." His thumb brushed against my cheek.

"Only for you, baby." Our lips met. "And maybe Brooke Shields." He teased. Knowing how I felt about the woman already it should have came as no surprise that I shoved his chest a bit, playing as well.

"Don't mention other women when we're having sex." I kissed him again as he pulled me against his warm body.

"Mmm, yes ma'am." Michael grinned against my lips, making me smile in a contagion. "Here. Lift up your leg, baby." We were both on our sides facing each other. He helped me lift up my leg so he could try and penetrate me, but then my common sense tingled.

"Wouldn't this be easier from behind?" I questioned. Michael was scooting down as I spoke, angling his pelvis towards my womanhood. Before he could respond, I felt him enter me finally. "Oh. Oh shit." I moaned. He managed a few thrust here and there, but was slipping out due to the angle. He was becoming frustrated.

"OK. I'm moving!" He'd had enough. I giggled. "Ha - Ha. Yes. Very funny." Now he was behind me, once more helping me hold up my left leg. The stretching feeling appeared again, making my eyes roll back.

"So much better." He was able to move much faster and easier, though speed wasn't what we needed at the moment. Deep, long strokes made my skin heat up. My head leaned all the way back while Michael's was leaning forward on my left shoulder. We exchanged sloppy kisses as he thrusted into me. "Ahh!"

"Fuck, Astoria." He panted into my ear as I reached down between my legs. It doesn't take much to get me off right now, it might be because of the pregnancy hormones but I'm not certain.

"Yes, you are! Fuck me, Michael." I'm... So... Close....

He grunted with each big thrust, exchanging deep thrusts for quicker ones, faster ones. It felt like ripping a seam through time and space as I orgasmed hard around him. He wasn't far behind, but all he did was slow down once he orgasmed, he didn't stop. Panting against my neck slightly, I asked him a question to which he answered.

"We're goin' till she's out." The use of gender didn't even register in my brain until we we're on our way to the hospital about two and a half hours later. We'd gone about three rounds and in the middle of working towards number four something new happened. I orgasmed... but my water broke at the same time. At first I thought I'd squirted on him, which horrified me. Not making the situation any more better was the sight of Michael's soaked face lifting up from between my legs, he wiped off his eyes, blinking at me. "I think it worked, Ash." Then he giggled at me. I was beyond embarrassed, but we'd achieved our desired goal. Hospital, here we come!

Santa Ynez Valley Cottage Hospital, CA

11:04 PM

"DON'T EVER GET ME PREGNANT AGAIN, JACKSON!" I yelled as I squeezed Michael's hand so harshly, he cringed. The contraction left as soon as it came.

"Baby, I'm sorry-" He tried in vain to apologize, but he was drowned out by Doctor Anderson who'd traveled to Santa Ynez just for me and the baby. But now's not the time to explain!

"Wait until the next contraction hits, and then I want to you to push, Astoria. Ok?" He was so calm. How could he be so damn calm?! He's a doctor, that's how. Good lord! I nodded at him. "Baby's almost out. We're so close."

"Can I look?" Came my fiance's innocent voice.

"You're not gonna like what you see..." Doctor Anderson replied. "Most men faint. I don't recommend it, Mr. Jackson." I yanked on Michael's hand, bringing him down towards me so I didn't have to yell.

"Don't. You. Dare."

"Alright, alright. I won't." Breath, Briggs. Breath.

"Ok. Ok." I breathed as much as I could before the next contraction hit me like a massive wave. Yelling out, I squeezed his hand again. Michael grunted out in pain from beside me, what a trooper. There was a sudden release of pressure from down below; it felt as though I could breath again, even my body went limp like my grip around Michael's poor hand. My head hit the pillow for what seemed like the first time in forever. Then there was a cry into the air. 

I looked up, seeing the best thing I'd ever seen in my life. My child.

"Congratulations. It's a girl!" I didn't even see Doctor Anderson anymore, I couldn't. All I could see was her. All I felt was the tired, yet overwhelming feeling of wanting nothing more than to be able to hold her in my arms. He turned to Michael. "Does Dad want to cut the cord?" I felt Michael kiss my forehead. 

"Amazing job, baby. We have a little girl, holy crap!" He's so excited he cursed, how cute.

"Mr. Jackson?" Prodded Doctor Anderson.

"Oh! Yes, I do!" Michael walked over and did what the nurse instructed him to, he looked so proud and euphoric. They took our daughter back to get cleaned up on the other side of the room as she cried out. My god, I'm exhausted. 

Michael came back to me as Doctor Anderson was finishing everything up down below - I couldn't feel anything below my hips anyway. I felt familiar lips kiss my forehead again.

"Ash, she's gorgeous. She was covered in blood and stuff, but she's ours. Jeez..." He's crying, aww. Then his thumb brushed under my own eye, making me realize I was crying too.

"She's ok though?" I asked, thinking back to past experiences. Then the nurse came up to us holding a pale pink bundle in her arms.

"You can see for yourself," Spoke the nurse, "She's in perfect health." The nurse maneuvered over to the other side of my bed to hand her to me.

"Oh, baby girl..." The tears fell harder. "Our little roll!" I sobbed and leaned against Michael as I held her. She looks absolutely perfect. "I can't believe she's ours..."

"Believe it, baby. Believe it." He took his finger and gently traced around the side of her face, mesmerizing me further. The three of us stayed like that for an immeasurable amount of time, the sound of the nurse's voice was the only thing that broke us out of our shared trance over our daughter.

"Have you picked out a name for her?"

I knew we forgot something! 

I turned to Michael, his eyes were just like mine: wide. We'd been so busy with the tour, the house, the record company, baby things! Yet somehow we'd forgotten to think of names. "We're not naming her 'Little Roll', that was en-utero, only." The corner of his mouth turned up at my comment. Our daughter made a cooing noise that melted my heart, stopped it, and kept it beating all at once.

"Did you have any ideas, Ash?" I shook my head.

"I have an idea for a middle name, but that's all." He waited for me to spill the beans. "Carol." He gave me a warm smile. 

"Of course." He looked back at our little girl, "You know, that doesn't sound that bad. Carol Jackson?" Then he made a face. "She's not a Carol." I shook my head 'no' in agreeance.

"Did you have any ideas?"

"Me?" He looked surprised. I nodded. "Gosh, um." Michael thought about it for a minute. In the process his tongue poked out the side of his mouth ever so slightly. The he snapped his fingers, which regrettably scared our daughter. He felt so bad as he doted over her, cooing apologies to her. "Paisley, baby girl. Daddy didn't mean to scare you, honey." He picked her up from my arms, bouncing her lightly with a sway. A natural.

"Wait." He looked down at me. "Did you... You called her Paisley." He just stared at me, knowingly. "Like the little girl from your dreams?" He gave me another nod. "You've had so many dreams of her -" My mind was beginning to implode.

"Yeah, it took me a moment to recognize this gorgeous face but I did." Michael bent at the waist so we could both gaze at - Paisley. "PJ, say 'Hi' to Momma."

"PJ?"

"Paisley Carol Jackson."

"I love it."

Tuesday, October 23rd, 1984

Los Olivos, California

The Ranch

"It looks as though a congratulations is in order! Today in Celebrity news we're celebrating the arrival of the newest member of the Jackson family. Born on the 18th of this month, late into the night came the much awaited daughter of Michael Jackson and Astoria Briggs, weighing in at six pounds nine ounces. The couple named her Paisley Carol Jackson, Carol after Briggs' late friend who passed away in the late 70's from a tragic car accident." The man on the TV paused, then continued.

"We've yet to receive a photo of the cherub, but knowing her parents—not only is she bound to be gorgeous, but also bound for greatness. There only seems to be one question that is leaving doubts in people's minds..." A recent photo of Prince popped up on the TV screen. I scoffed loudly.

"At the first annual MTV Music Video Awards, held in New York back in September this year, pictures of Briggs and Prince were taken. It's no secret these two have know and worked closely with each other in previous years... So, the question is: Is Prince the real father of Paisley Jackson?"

"Oh. My dear god." I didn't even roll my eyes, my free hand went straight to my temple while the other held my daughter to my breast as she fed.

"We've all heard Prince's song title Paisley Park. He's even named his home the same, so why not name his possible daughter that too?"

"This is absolute bull..." Picking up the remote, the TV clicked off with the press of a button. The lengths these people will go to?! Fuck. Why can't people simply be happy that a baby was born into this world, healthy and cared for? What's so wrong with leaving things as they are? I wish they'd stop embellishing everything about me to seem double-sided. "Ow!"

Paisley bit hard on my nipple just then, making me wince. "Baby girl, you have a strong jaw already... Goodness." I looked down at her, adjusting her position as her eyes began to flutter closed. "You gonna be a singer when you're big, huh?" A sigh escaped me. "How are you so precious?"

She's yet to respond to anything I've said to her, but that's to be expected. One day we'll have conversations for hours, we'll talk about everything under the sun. What the media says won't matter—it doesn't matter what they say now—but it will be beyond wonderful to tell her everything that got us to this point right now. To tell her, her origin story.

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