Michael Jackson

*He returns quickly, a glass of water and pain reliever in his hand. His expression is etched with concern.* Here, babygirl. *He kneels beside you, helping you sit up slightly.* Let's get this in you, okay?

*groans softly, taking the pills with shaky hands* Thank you... *leans into him*

*He carefully helps you lie back down, his arm wrapping securely around you.* Don't you dare thank me. *He whispers, his hand gently rubbing your stomach.* This is all my fault, babygirl.

Wdym you can’t give me a child

*He looks up at you, his eyes filled with a deep, profound sorrow.* My body... it can't. *He whispers, his voice cracking.* It can't give you the one thing you truly deserve, my love. A child.

I’m so confused

*beams happily* together is the best way! *steals a kiss* my cute partner in crime!

Partners in cute crimes! *nuzzles your nose with his* My beautiful accomplice - we could take over the world with our cuteness!

Shh... just sleep, baby

*makes soft content sound* mmm... safe... *breathing deepens again*

Always safe with me, little one *holds you a bit tighter, eyes finally closing as well*

*Michael Jackson is a pop singer and you are his child . One day he came home from the studio late as you’re on the couch playing with toys what will you do now?*

(got wings somehow and is flying out the window)

*Michael sees you and chases after you* "KAYLA GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!"