Beyonce's POV
I was in the studio with Dana and a few producers, two of them being Michael and Quincy Jones. We already had made a track listing for it. All we had to do was put together the songs and record. I smiled as Michael and I began working on a new song. "What do you want to call it?" "Naughty Girl," I replied," I want it be a national athem for sexy women. You feel me?" Michael nodded as he wrote it down.
I smiled as "Naughty Girl" became a reality. It sounded good since I added a sample from one of Donna Summer's song. I stood in the recording booth and recorded. Michael suddenly frowned. "Wait!" He ordered. I stopped and stood still. "Sir?" I whispered. "Sing the verse again," he whispered. I sang the verse. Michael chewed his lip in thought. "You are flat, Bey." I nodded. "OK?" I nodded again. "Let's do it again," Michael announced.
During the break, I ran to the bathroom and vomited. I sat on the bathroom floor in pain. "Oh my God," I whispered. I wiped my mouth and whimpered. "I have to finish this," I whispered. I took a Advil and walked out. Michael was on the phone.
"No...Dana. You place a restraining order on the both of them. I swear to God if they come anywhere near us I'm going to personally kill them."
Michael's face was in a scowl as he spoke. His lips in a snarl and his eyes in blazing fury. I've never seen him like this before. Not this genuinely upset. Michael threw the phone down and cursed loudly. He pinched the bridge of his nose before running his shaking hands through his hair. I pressed my back against the wall. Michael put his hand over his mouth and screamed into it. His muffled screams shocking me. "Oh dear God," he whispered. I stepped back a few steps and began singing loudly to let him know I was arriving.
When I walked into the room Michael was composed quickly. His anger was hidden behind a concentrated face. He was playing the tracks over and editing. I cleared my throat. "Yes?" "Hey Prince Charming." Michael tensed up and turned around. He smiled. "Hey Princess," he whispered. I sat on the couch and waited till he turned around. "We're almost finished OK?" Michael announced hoarsely. I nodded and sat patiently. Michael sighed and turned around.
His eyes were red and his nose was as well. He had been crying. "Ready to go home?" I nodded as I put on my jacket. Michael stood up stiffly and put on his coat and shades. I cut out the lights and walked out. Michael followed. His hand trembling as he clutched mine. We climbed into the Mercedes and buckled in our seat belts. I curled into a ball and rested my head on the seat. Michael stretched his long legs out and rested his head on the head rest. I slowly reached for his outstretched arm.
Michael kissed my forehead and stroked my cheek. "Go to sleep; you worked hard today." I sighed and closed my eyes. Michael's continuous touch eventually put me to sleep. What is going on Michael?
Michael and I laid in bed that night. We both didn't get much sleep. I couldn't stop vomiting and he almost called his doctor. Michael was concerned about my well being and if I should even start a tour like this. "I'm fine," I whispered into the darkness. Michael scoffed. I felt his eyes on me. "You're vomiting a lot, mood swings, sleeping in. Beyonce, is there something you need to tell me?" I shook my head. "Perfectly fine," I announced. Michael was getting frustrated. I could tell by his fist clenching around my hand.
"Bey stop lying!" He hissed. "Well hell I can't since it's the truth!" I hissed back. Michael shot straight up in the bed, and glared down at me. "That's it. Come sun rise, we're going to the doctor." I protested by shooting up and staring at him. "Michael that's not fair," I whispered. Michael threw his hands up. "Why are you so stubborn?" He groaned into his hands.
I shrugged. "I think it runs in my family," I said in a matter-of-fact tone. Michael rolled his eyes at me and laid back down. I stared at him. Stress lines were appearing in his perfect face. "Lay down Babygirl," he whispered. I reluctantly laid down and sighed. Michael hugged me and kissed my forehead. "I didn't mean to get mad at you. You're just...ugh, a handful." I smiled.
"That's sweet," I whispered. Michael chuckled. "Yeah, it should be," I whispered.
Later on....
After weeks of recording we finally finished my first album. I was so excited!! Michael and I were at the CD signing in the Los Angeles mall. I was in a simple black dress and heels. Michael was in the back in his jeans and red shirt. I signed CDs and took pictures with fans. They were so wonderful to talk to.
"Beyonce what make up do you us? It's always so perfect?" One girl hollered.
"I use Maybeline!" I shouted back. The crowd laughed as I waved goobye.
"BEYONCE!!! BEYONCE!!! BEYONCE!!!!!" They chanted. I smiled and walked out. Michael smiled and laughed. "Look it's already number one," Michael whispered. I gasped and grabbed the sheet out of his hand. It was! Dangerously in Love was number one on the pop charts, and R n B charts. I squealed and hugged Michael.
"My God you're wonderful!" I whispered. Michael kissed me on the lips. "No, you are," he whispered. We rode all the home to Neverland singing my songs. Even Michael tried to gyrate his hips a little in his seat. I laughed and hugged him. We stumbled into our bedroom and made love like never before. Michael had me on my back after our wild ride.
"My little superstar," he purred. He kissed me again and hugged me. "I'm so proud of you Princess." I blushed and hugged Michael. He was beaming with joy. I completely forgot about his mood just a few weeks earlier in the studio. When he was so upset, tears rolled down his cheeks. I smiled and pinched his nose.
Michael eventually fell asleep after our endless partying and playing. I yawned and sat up. Michael was drooling on his arm. I chuckled and pulled the covers over his waist and swept his hair back. I kissed his cheek. I walked into the bathroom and washed my face. I tied my hair up and put on a big tshirt. I climbed into bed with Michael and let the rhythm of his heart beat send me to sleep.
Michael's POV
When I woke up Bey was vomiting. I groaned and threw a pillow onto my head. Her gurgling made me shoot up and drag to the bathroom. Bey was on the floor in a ball. "Bey!" I said. She waved me away. "That's it, you're going to the doctor." Bey shook her head. I ignored her pleas and called up Doctor Reese.
"I already got the call from Dana," Doc said. I sighed. "Hurry please." I hung up and rushed down the steps to Dana. She was in the kitchen making tea. "I heard her at four this morning. She was downstairs watching TV when she threw up." I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Dana, thank you." Dana nodded as she handed me a cup of tea. "Take it to her. It'll ease her stomach." Dana also handed me some suckers. "What is candy going to do?" "It's ginger suckers it alleviates the nausea as well."
Bey was sitting up on the floor. I handed her the candies and tea. She began sucking on the suckers and sighed. "This tastes good," she whispered. I nodded and wiped away the sweat on her face. "Your'e going to be fine," I whispered. Bey snorted as she pulled our another sucker.
"Michael!! Doc's here!" Dana hollered.
Bey gasped. "Michael!!" She hollered. I stood up and walked down stairs to Doc. She waved at me and walked up the stairs to Bey. Doc didn't play about her patients. "Stay downstairs Michael." I nodded and sat at the kitchen counter. I was worried. Dana sighed and began fixing breakfast. I yawned and began going through the schedule of my day. "When is the Oprah interview again?" "October," Dana replied. "That's in four months. Not bad." Dana nodded as she ate her breakfast rice and bacon.
I waited impatiently downstairs. I wasn't even allowed to go the library! I was outside wading my feet in the pool when Dana called me in. "They're down Michael!" I jumped up as fast as I could and ran in the house. Beyonce and Doc were sitting at the kitchen table. Bey was nervously sucking on her sucker. Doc ran her hands through her blond hair and looked at the both of us.
"Michael. Beyonce...you're expecting."
I stared at Doc then turned to face Bey. I blinked twice. "What?" I choked. Bey sighed and glanced at me. I felt my throat swell and tear roll down my cheek. "Wow, I'm going to be a Daddy," I whispered. Doc Reese's expression soften and smiled. "Congratulations." She walked out the room leaving Bey and I alone. I wiped away my tear and turned to face Bey.
She wasn't as happy as me. She shook her head.
"I can't do this Michael. I'm not ready for this," Bey whispered. "No don't say that!" I whispered. She reached for my hand. I pulled her into a hug and rested her on my lap. "No, you're going to be a great Mommy. You're going to be wonderful." Bey sighed and sniffed. "Michael, you don't understand." I sighed and stroked her hair. "There's an angel growing inside of you now," I whispered, "you can't say no to it." Bey sighed and nodded. "I can't. It's going to be a wonderful child." I nodded and kissed her cheek. Bey rested her hand on her stomach.
I grinned and rested my hand on hers. "Hey baby," I whispered.
Lord only knows how much love I had for that unborn child that very moment. I imagined my baby girl running around and laughing. Her eyes like Bey's. I smiled and kissed Bey again. "You're going to be perfect."
Beyonce's POV
I stared in the mirror and imagined myself looking like a damn whale. Michael didn't know what happened earlier. Why I was so scared of having a baby. I rubbed my soon to swell belly. I was pregnant once before, only to have Jay force me to abort our child. I wiped away a tear and smiled. "Maybe it was for you, my little applehead." I turned sidewas and found myself imaging my baby, looking like Michael. His sweet, kind eyes. That dazzling smile, the shy personality.
I wasn't going to let anyone hurt my baby now. No one was going to tell me if I should have my baby this way or that way. Michael was standing in the mirror behind me looking on. I smiled when he stood behind me and rested his hand on my stomach.
"I love you so much," Michael whispered. I chuckled. "Applehead and I love you too," I replied.
Author's Note: YESSSS JESSSUSSSSS!!!!!!!!!! FINALLY!!!!!! It was coming anyways! I teared up when I wrote this :'). The happy couple. This song deserves Speechless by MJ because this sounds like something he'd sing to Bey while she's expecting or anything!