Nothing To Give But Love (A Michael Jackson Story)

Chapter 57- Why?

Chapter 57

"Focus Michael," I smile as he snaps out of his dancing reverie. He's listening to a demo he's made for his pending album.

It's sounds great, but we've been brainstorming baby names!

I sigh dreamily. He looks so cute while dancing.

He skips over to my chair in the studio and elevates my healing leg. It's been changed to a mobile cast (leg boot), same with my arm.

Ah, these two months back at Neverland have refreshed my soul. My man treats me so well.

He smiles at me. "Sorry sweetheart. Okay, I'm listening, what did you say? Brian?"

I shake my head. "No, Benjamin Michael Jackson. That's cute, isn't it?"

He taps his chin in thought. "It is, but let's think of more. What about August?"

"That's special, it's your birthday month... what would his middle name then be? Isaac?"

"August Isaac Jackson," I roll it off my tongue. "I like that one."

Michael puffs out his chest in pride and I smirk.

"We ain't done here boy," I giggle.

"I know," he gives me a boyish grin, "but you liked my suggestion."

"That I did. Okay, first names that come to you, throw them out, first and middle. We'll bounce them off of each other."

"Sounds like a plan, I'll start. Daniel James."

"Daryl Josh."

"Jeremiah Justin."

We keep doing this until we run out of ideas.

"Baby, my mind keeps going back to August. I just don't like the Isaac with it."

He nods, glancing up at the ceiling in thought.

"August Daryl Jackson." He snaps his fingers, coming up with, what I think, the perfect name.

"Bingo!" I point at him and he smiles while rubbing my leg.

"I can picture him now. He's gonna look just like you."

Michael pouts before leaning over to kiss me.

"I want him to look like my future wife." Wife. My heart sped up when he said that.

And boy, I would not mind being that.

"Sweetheart?"

"Oh, yeah?" I ask with a soft smile, just an inch away from his lips.

"All we've thought about are boy names. We haven't thought about girl names," he says.

"You're right," I reply and adjust my seating on the chair.

"Do you want a girl?" He questions

curiously.

"Well, I thought I did."

"What do you mean?"

"When my pregnancy had just begun, I didn't want a boy for... some reasons. I only wanted a girl. But somebody told me that I should be grateful with whatever the heavens give us."

"As long as it's with you. We'll be having a precious young Jackson, girl or boy."

"Right you are. Now, time to start in girl names?"

"Okay, let's see. Ariel? Olive? Adeline? Brenna?"

"Whoa, slow down baby, one at a time!"

He blushes lightly. "Sorrrry," he drawls. "If you somehow haven't noticed, I'm really excited about this."