i can't help it (mj fanfiction)

Chapter 61: Puke

"Good... okay good." I huffed and couldn't help but giggle at the fact that I bled because the sex we had that day.

"Any questions?" She stood up.

"Actually yeah... should I be experiencing morning sickness now?"

"Yes that could kick in anytime now." She nodded. "Anything else?" Michael and I both shook our heads. "Then that concludes your visit! Stay healthy and I will see you two in a few weeks." She smiled and left the room. Michael immediately sprung up and posed.

I couldn't help but giggle and hop up as well. "So your cervix is bruised!" He tickled my stomach. "But our baby is okay." I hugged him tightly, he rocked me back and forth.

I put my clothes back on. "So you need to be more gentle with me so I don't bleed again." I zipped up my jeans and reached for my shirt.

He blushed "Sorry girl... I cant help it!" He giggled. I tickled his tummy before we headed back to the center.

Two Days Later

"Call me if anything happens okay?" Michaels hands rubbed up and down my back.

"Of course." I was leaving for a week. I had a series of projects in Paris for Couture.

"I'll be cheering you on from a distance." He kissed my forehead. "I love you so much."

I blushed "I love you too Stinky." I pecked his lips before I parted ways. My stomach starting to ache, but I ignored it.

The Next Day

All I did last night was roll around in pain. My stomach was killing me, all I wanted to do was puke my guts out. I was surprised I didn't actually. I sure was puking a lot. Of course when I called Michael I spoke nothing of my aches and pains for I knew he would worry too much. Even when I had the smallest of colds he would be checking in on me 24/7, making sure I felt comfortable and safe. But of course I always felt that way around him.

No one except some of Michaels workers, my workers, and my parents knew about my pregnancy. We were going to tell Michaels family as soon as he could go home. But as of now the public wasn't to know about it. Hopefully we can keep it that way. Now of course there were always rumors of my pregnancy every few months. Hopefully it would pass over like it usually did.

I sat at a chair in front of the large mirror. Lines of models getting makeup and hair done for the first show. Tyra Banks, Naomi Campbell, Cindy Crawford. All beautiful women who had greeted me so kindly, Tyra especially. In fact I was hoping I could talk to her more at the after party tonight.

The makeup artist stepped away while one of the hairstylists pinned back my hair. Sticking it back against my head. The whole time I was breathing in the smell of musty hairspray. It was disgusting. Disgusting enough to make my stomach churn.

"Hey Penny!" Tyra waved to me through the mirror.

"Tyra!" It was always wonderful to see her. She was the kind of person to make you feel so calm and content anywhere you were. The kind of person to squeeze every drop of everything happening in your life out of you and cheering you on. Making you feel so at peace with yourself and like every decision you've ever made is the most juicy drama to have ever occurred, but it was simply necessary and understandable.

"So girl... damn you look hot!" Her jaw dropped while I giggled.

"You're one to talk. Look at you Tyra! Sexy mama!" She giggled and slapped my arm.

"Okay girl I really-" And that's when her voice zoned out. My anxiety creeping back towards me. My feet went numb and the blood drained from my face. I had to throw up. I had to puke in a public place, everyone's going to make a fuss. My stomach ached while I fought a burp about to gurgle out of me. "Shit... you okay?" Her hand patted my shoulder.

"I think I'm gonna be sick" I got up and ran towards the bathroom, leaving my hairstylist speechless and waiting while I puked my lunch and snack into the toilet.

Knock knock. "Penny? Oh shit..." Tyra crept behind me, patting my back. She waited until I was heavily sighing over the toilet. The taste of throw up stung my throat. She stayed silent. "Did you get it all out?"

I groaned "Yeah... I've been feeling sick lately. But I need to just get this over with." I washed my hands and rinsed my mouth.

Soon enough I was walking on the runway. My stomach still gurgling, throat still stinging. But I put on my face and walked that bitch like I never had before. There was something about being pregnant with Michael Jackson's kid that gave me a different sense of confidence. Even though the child was shoving food back up my throat and into trash cans and toilets... even a purse. I still felt powerful. And the way that no one knew! I had a secret growing inside me that had the power to completely drive the media into a frenzy and the public into complete awe.

I slipped off the light blue pearled dress and put on a sleek black one I would wear tonight at the after party.

I held Tyras hand while we walked in front of the many cameras. Questions being thrown at us, compliments as well. I had grown to really like Tyra. Our heels clicked while we walked into the party. People in suits walking around holding trays of yummy snacks or alcoholic beverages that I would be staying away from. Tyra and I sat at a red leather couch along with some other models and a few more celebrities.

The blue and green lights flashed slowly while people danced a bit in the center of the venue. A women walked up to us offering us some alcoholic drinks.

"No thanks" I smiled politely. Tyra slowly turned her head towards me. Her eyebrows furrowed.

"No drink?" She shook her margarita glass before gulping some down.

"Nope" I shrugged, my heart pounding for I felt like I was walking on thin ice.

"If you threw up again I would think you're pregnant!" She snorted and looked at her drink. Her face dropped as did mine. I bit my lip and looked around, fiddling my thumbs. She slowly looked back at me. Noticing my worried look "Are you... are you pregnant?"