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At Last (Part Fourteen)
Hi. This is part fourteen of "At Last," and I want to dedicate this to all of the mjsite folks out there, Michael Jackson, and those over in Japan who has experienced an earthquake, a tsunami, and an explosion on a nuclear power plant. I'm praying for those people...Well, enjoy. ---------------------------------------------------------------- *A Month Later, December 3, 1991* On this sunny, early December morning, I got out of bed, not feeling well at all. I felt like someone was banging and pounding inside of my stomach. I seriously wanted to vomit. I felt sharp, nauseating pain all around. Uh-oh! I was going to throw up. I ran into the bathroom and puked in the toilet. I then felt a hand on my shoulder, and another hand holding my hair back. I bet it was Michael. Michael: Are you okay, sweetheart? Me: (wiping my mouth) Yeah. I probably have a stomach virus or something. Don't worry. I'll be alright. Michael: Oh, okay honey. (kisses my forehead) Look, I'll be at Liz's house for a while. I'll be back at five. Michael left shortly after and I felt even worse than earlier. I continued to vomit, and I was afraid that it was worse than a stomach virus. I decided to call Daisy, because she was a nurse. (she started her medical career in 1989) Daisy: Hello? Me: Hey, Daisy. Daisy: What's up, Lissie? Me: Uh...I think something's wrong with me. Daisy: What do you mean? Me: Um, I haven't been feeling well at all today. I've been throwing up all day and my hormones aren't right. Daisy: Do you think you're pregnant? Just then, my heart froze. Me: *in my head* Oh no! *out loud* W-What makes you think that? (sounding nervous) Daisy: Those are the symptoms. Did you have any sex in the past month or so? Me: Y-Yes. Michael and I did last month...Oh, God! What am I gonna do? Daisy: I'll tell you what. I'll come over and I'll bring little Jimmy over to play with Little Michael, and then we'll go to the store and buy some pregnancy tests. Me: Thanks, Daise. Daisy: You're welcome, girl. I'll be there at 1:00 pm. Me: Alrighty. See ya. Daisy: Bye. Exactly at one o' clock, Daisy arrived over with her son, Jimmy and some pregnancy tests. She went to the store and got them before she came over here, so that was good. While our sons were making things out of legos and playing with some toy army men, Daisy and I went to my room to take some pregnancy tests. I was so nervous, I wanted to cry. I urinated on the the three sticks she bought for me and waited for five long minutes...just filled of confusion and fear of the unknown. Those five minutes went by and the results hurt me so badly. Me: (tearing up) Positive... Daisy: (gasps) Oh no...I'm sorry, Lissie. (hugs me) She hugged me but I just couldn't hug back, because I was just so shocked and just too sad to move. Teary-eyed, I just looked at the sky, just wondering why. Five o' clock came in the blink of an eye, and I just knew Michael arrived, because I spotted Michael's big, black Escalade ride along the gravel driveways near the huge garden. Michael: Hi. (kisses my forehead) Me: (has head down) Hi. Michael: (getting concerned) What's wrong? You seem nervous. Me: (takes a deep breath) Can you sit for a moment? Michael: Sure. (sits down beside me) Tell me what's wrong. (holds my hand) Me: Sweetie... I tried to make it seem happier news for him. Me: Congratulations, Michael. (fake smiles) Michael: For what? Me: You're going to be a daddy of two. Michael's face so brightly lit up like a flashlight on a face. Michael: Oh my...(smiles) You're pregnant? Me: (nods head) Michael: (grabs me tightly and held me close to him) I'm so happy! (crying tears of joy) ---------------------------------------------------------------- *Three Months Later, February of 1992* At this time, we were in New York, because Michael had a press conference with the Pepsi-Cola Corporation, stating that he would later go tour all over the world once again, to raise funds for a children's organization, he established, called The "Heal The World" Foundation. This night of February 2nd, he told me about it, less than a day before he would declare it at the press conference. I was standing in the mirror, in my nightgown, rubbing my belly, which was almost showing fully, in a New York City hotel room, in the Waldorf-Astoria. Just then, Michael walked in, with his eyes all over me. Michael: You look so beautiful. (strokes my hair back) Me: (blushes) Really? Michael: (comes up to me and holds me by my waist) Mmm hmm. (looks down at me) Me: Mmm, Michael... (kisses his upper neck and gradually nibbles on his ear) Michael: Honey? Me: Hmm? (continues sweetly kissing him) Michael: (grabs my face gently) I'm going on tour four months from now. Me: (gives him a crazy look) But I thought you weren't going on tour ever again. Michael: Eh, I know, but I planned to do it to raise funds for the "Heal The World" Foundation. I really want to help the children, and to help them have a voice in this world. That was so sweet. He was so caring. He loved children of all ages, all races, and all religions and ethnicities. he had a love of children like no other. He would've put his life on the line just to help them. They were the reason why he did a lot of things and they were basically his everything. Me: Aww, honey. You are so sweet. (kisses his cheek) Aw, I'm so in love with you. ---------------------------------------------------------------- *Six Months Later, August of 1992* Exhausted, panting heavily, and sweating profusely, I laid flat in the hospital bed in a London hospital, with my eyes rolled in the back of my head and almost passing out, as Michael held a gorgeous baby girl in his hands, smiling as I don't know what. This baby girl was our baby girl; that we had together. She was the blood and the flesh that Michael and I made together...with no help from anyone else; just the two of us. I was so tired and worn out, but I was still smiling, because I brought a beautiful baby girl into the world, which was a replacement for the baby that we lost two years prior to when I had my healthy daughter. But I just thought. We would've had three children if our Delilah didn't die. But it wasn't a time to grieve; it was a time to celebrate, because Michael and I were parents of two adorable, amazing children who were our lives. Me: (weak) Give her to me. (holds out my arms) Michael handed her out to me and I just cried the minute I first saw her face. She was a spitting image of my little Delilah, the baby that I miscarried back in 1990. Michael: Isn't she beautiful? Me: (trying not to bawl) Yes...she's very beautiful. My lovely little darling came into this world exactly at 4:52 pm, on August 1, 1992, in London, England. She was 6lbs, 9oz. The doctors checked her out for a moment and she came out perfectly healthy. I was so relieved, because I thought that something was wrong with her, since I lost a baby two years prior. I was afraid that she would die, just like her older sister. But she was two weeks premature, and for some reason, it wasn't safe to enduce my labor. Michael was holding my hand the whole time. He even canceled a concert that day, just to be there for his daughter's birth. I decided to name her Natalie Diane Jackson. I named her after my adoptive mother, Diane, who was an amazing woman, but unfortunately...she died in 1986 from breast cancer. She was so giving. She was nice and respectful to everyone, no matter how they looked. She even joined Martin Luther King Jr. on some of his Civil Right Movement walks across the southern cities back in the 1960's. She wasn't racist at all. She was raised in an environment where she was taught to respect everyone, even the ones different from her. She loved people, period. I wanted to name my baby after her. I just wished she lived to see that. Same for my adoptive father. He died of pancreatic cancer back in 1982. He was an amazing, hard-working man who did everything to make sure I had a good life. I love both of my parents and I miss them dearly. Everyone in Michael's family flew over to London to see the baby. Even Joe. But LaToya didn't show up at all. Everyone held her one at a time, and I thought that Joe would pass, because it was just the person he was, but he held her, too, and he actually had a huge grin on his face. Joe: This is my granddaugter. Oh, I can see her now. She's going to be a star. She's gonna bring in the big bucks. (kisses her cheek) Hey, little moneymaker. I'm your grandaddy. (smiles) I was shocked, but happy and proud. At that exact moment, I discovered that Joseph did have a heart. He wasn't the stiff, piece of tin that he seemed to be. He had a warm spot inside, like everyone else. The next day, I was discharged from the hospital, and from there, all hell broke lose. TBC... What did you think?
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