28 - trinity

Three days later - 10 PM

"Is Aaron there? I'm on speaker right?" Michael cheesed on the phone as his car pulled inside of the gates at Neverland.

"Yes, what's the good news?" Gia's mother inquired, desperate for something to cheer her up from her depression ever since the attack.

"We're pregnant!"

He heard her go silent as Aaron sucked his teeth.

"That's not even the best part... With a girl!"

"Lawd."

"You raw dogged her again bro?! You two can't even handle your current child as it is. I'm surprised child protective services hasn't been called yet, to be real."

"Aaron you are real lucky CPS wont call me after I knock--- I'm not going to go there. It's a Sunday. Be happy for your brother. We are very happy for you, Michael. Isn't that right, Aaron?"

There was a pause until he let out a small yelp. "Yes."

"Thank you, and thank you Aaron for your loving support, as always."

"Raw dogged."

"I'm worried though," her mom continued. "She hasn't called me for days... I just can't sleep at night when she does that."

"Yeah... she hasn't called me either. I'll tell her." Entering his home, his first thought was seeing Gia again. He nearly ran throw the house, seeing if he could find her before passing by the guard outside of the door. The man wanted to say something, but thought again when he saw him having a conversation."I love you."

"I love you too, goodnight."

"Frecks?" he sung, closing the door. "Have you missed me?" he called out, before stepping on a empty pregnancy test box on the floor. Michael navigated through the mess to the light dimmer and brightened the light just a little bit.

The bedroom was completely trashed, even glass plant vases shattered on the floor with soil everywhere. Michael saw Gia hiding under the covers with Luna laying at her side purring. He frowned, moving the covers from her head revealing her matted hair. 

"Why do you smell like death? Have you not taken a shower... for days? Have you even eaten?" Michael shook her still body, frustrated. "Baby come on. Wake up. You're scaring me." he heard a noise hit the ground and looked down at his foot. An empty bottle of bourbon rolled back and forth on it's side. "What the h... You've been drinking." He squatted down to peep under the bed, where two other empty bottles resided. A lightbulb went off in his head.

"Where's Aiden? Huh? Where's our baby, Gia?!" He shook her until she let out a groan. He exhaled out of relief. "Where's our baby?"

"Dead," she mumbled flatly, crawling under the covers again. She was freezing.

"Shed?! Aiden's in what shed?!"

"Aiden is with Ms. Katherine. Who you should call a lot more often, honestly."

He opened his mouth to ask her about the alcohol but left to the bedroom to start a bubble bath for her first. He peeped outside of to the guard, asking him to inform the chef to bring some tomato bisque soup in an hour.

"I'm sorry, boss," the man mumbled his condolences.

Michael arched a brow. "Sorry for what?"

The man then figured Michael must've not been told. "Not giving you the best updates on her. She wouldn't let me come inside," he quickly made up even though he was there for the entire process.

Michael nodded, slowly, and returned to the bed. She finally sat up wearily and scooted to the edge of the bed, trying to explain. "Michael--"

"No, just get in the bath first. For you and me," he urged, his nose about to melt off. "I'll help you." He pulled his oversized shirts over her head, revealing her nakedness. He grabbed her by the hand and helped her stand to guide her through the mess and into the warm bath. He did a double take at her ass but quickly fixed his gaze as she turned around to speak up.

"No. Bath."

She whined as he pulled her in the bathroom, ignoring her protests.

"You're dirty as hell! Go on," he instructed, leaving to fetch some clean clothes as she submerged in the bubbles. She grabbed the body wash and scrubbed all over, rehearsing how she will tell the news in her mind. She couldn't bring herself to find the sentence to say it.

After what seemed like a half an hour, Michael returned from his absence and leaned against the seat. "Alright first off, why in the hell have you been drinking?"

"I never thought I'd have to tell this to you..." Gia's eyes twinkled at him as the tears already began to fall. "God, I can't even look at you. I feel like it's all of my fault!"

Michael crossed his arms, side eyeing. "You cheated on me while I was gone."

"... What?"

"I'm kidding... Gia, don't cry. I was kidding! I was just messing with you."

"I had a miscarriage and you jump to conclusions I'm sucking off someone else?!"

"Mis...what did you say? Please tell me that's not what you said." His voice cracked as he couldn't even comprehend the words. His voice trembled. "No you didn't."

"While you were gone."

"Gia stop messing with me. Please."

"I'm not!"

"If this is a prank..."

"She was in my hands, Michael. I wouldn't prank about that."

Michael felt his body tense up and every vein in his body felt cold. The news was like a blow to his chest and his brain refused to process it.

"So you're speechless. Is it the shock? What's more shocking, Michael? Me losing my baby or me not having another dick in my mouth?! Knowing you, I'm going to go with the latter."

Michael slid off the sink and buttoned the top of his shirt back up to the collar. "Why are you walking off? Michael?!" Gia splashed the water in annoyance as Michael promptly left the bathroom and closed the door behind him. "You're just going to leave me here?"

He cracked the bedroom doors slightly. "Is the food done?" he forced out of himself. His face was paler than it already is and the security guard could tell he just got the news. "Bring it to me and then you can go home. We're fine."

"Are you sure?"

"We just need to be alone for a while. Within a radius."

He nodded and went to go fetch the soup, returning with the tray and a thank you, reminding Michael he was only a call away. Michael returned to a fuming Giovanna, spitting curses under her breath as she readjusted the towel around her body. She crawled back to the bed she'd been staying in for days. 

"I got you something," he said softly and handed her the tray of steaming tomato bisque with a grilled cheese on the side. She sat up on the bed frame and accepted it gratefully. She couldn't bring herself to leave the room in days. 

"Are you ready to tell me what happened?"

The look in her eyes already answered his question and he left it at that, or tried to. His mind was racing but he had to be stable for Gia at least. For the moment. Because she sure wasn't.

She dipped the cheese into the soup and filled her appetite. "Michael, all of this has to be a sign. Karma of some sort. I'm a terrible person."

"Stop."

"Someone tries to take my life and I lose my baby not that off from a week later?" She mentioned between chews. "No. This is a sign." she pointed to the ceiling. "From God."

"Oh please Gia you were stressed then and you're stressed now. I should've been here."

"Or Satan himself. Someone is calling me home and I'm guessing it's hell." 

"It is not your fault. It just wasn't our time."

"Oh, it is my time. My daughter was first and I'm sure I'm next."

"Gia!" he slapped his palm on his forehead, finally losing it. "Oh my god can you not say that?! Do you want that to happen? You have a son who needs you. I need you, Giovanna," he stopped once his voice cracked. 

Her smile was poignant."He'll grow up to hate me anyway. Once he figures out who his mother is."

Michael listened to her harsh but honest reflection that's been building up and felt disturbed. "Is that how you really feel? Who may his mother be?"

She didn't feel like playing patient and therapist with Michael so she just continued to eat, feeling the silence until Michael spoke up. "Who else knows?"

"Alisha, Debbie, and the doctor knows. Debbie was there... she assisted."

Michael caressed his warm hand on her bare thigh, pushing the towel out of the way and squeezing on the inner side. "You don't need to tell me the rest right now." His pinky grazed over her folds accidentally, making her slap his hand away in disgust and shove the empty bowl of soup back in his hands and put her head under the covers once again.

Michael stared at the bowl and for the first time in their relationship, did not know how to comfort Gia? The genitalia boundary conflicted him. He would never know the physical and psychological experience of carrying a life and have it end right inside of them. Should he kiss her temple? Stroke her hair?  Suddenly the woman he has known for a little over an entire decade to a science, from every curve in her body to the depths of her mind was foreign to him in an instant and it only pierced through his self esteem more. He felt like a terrible husband and that was the most gut wrenching feeling he has felt in a long time.

He stood up from the bed and towards the kitchen, disregarding every extra security personnel's greeting. Upon arrival the chef was cleaning the stovetop, scrubbing it away to perfection until his voice echoed through the walls in anger. "Everyone needs to go home."

Everyone stopped what they're doing, startled by his emotion. He never showed his frustration onto others, making his jaw clench feeling an outburst about to come on. "Stare at me and I'm firing you, I said get the fuck out of my house! Everybody. Now."

With that, everyone scurried away to get their belongings and soon Michael found himself in an empty household in an empty ranch. His private world suddenly felt exposed and his anxiety attack was coming in like a crashing car. He leaned over and put his head down on the counter, trying to gain his regular breathing back as his balance felt unstable. 

His eyes slowly raised to the two empty glasses of wine the chef probably put out for him and his wife and like a reflex he snatched one and raged, throwing it in the wall from across the room. "Fuck!" he vented, weeping finally, gripping his fingers through his frizzy curls. He was losing it.

One of his maids paced quickly past him with her jacket and backpack of belongings, trying to get out from his distance, embarrassed.

"Wait, Lauren," he sniffed, gaining his reality back. "Clean that."

The maid glanced nervously at the newly shattered class by the wall and nodded obediently. "Yes sir."

"And I need my bedroom cleaned as well," he informed, finally understanding the mess Gia caused. "Tomorrow."

"Of course, Mr. Jackson."

He took the hottest shower he could stand, steaming the room as he went deep into his thoughts trying to create explanations to everything that was happening. Why did they deserve this?

Upon hearing the shower stop, Gia deepened her breathing to pretend she was asleep.

"Baby?" she heard him whisper. After a pause and no response he went in the sheets with her finally, adjusting his eyes to look at her silhouette. "I want you to know it was never your fault. We'll try again when you're ready, okay? I love you... Goodnight."

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6 months later - December 30

Gia fidgety tapped her nail against the wine glass, darting her eyes from the phone to Aiden walking curiously through her own living room again, finally back home. He should've called by now.

He should've been home by now.

Michael hadn't been in the States since Aiden's first birthday, touring several seas away. He would write her letters a lot which she enjoyed better than a phone call sometimes, including shots snapped of him performing. He wouldn't send her a tape until she got to see him perform in person.

"Did you get the pics I sent?"

She flipped through the envelope of developed photos, eyes darting to the first thing that stood out, literally. "Michael, are you stuffing your boxers or something?!" she asked, jaw dropping at the gold pants not holding anything to the imagination.

"Boxers. That's hilarious." She could hear his smile. "I don't wear any boxers with those."

"This isn't your print. Nope, not buying what you're selling."

"You wanna fight me?"

"Yes!"

 At first it was fine, they had spent many months away from each other before. Until realizing she was raising Aiden alone with no mental breaks and no one to lay next to when nights got erringly alone. Thanksgiving alone. Christmas alone. It was bad.

Twenty minutes later the phone went off and Gia never struck her arms so quickly to answer on the first ring. Before she could even utter a hello he made a disclaimer. "Please understand I'm doing the best I can."

"You're doing the best you can?! Do you know I turn 30 in 30 minutes?! Where are you?"

"Plis," Aiden begged quietly, holding his arms up to be held with sleepy eyes. It was his bedtime.

Gia's heart warmed at his cute pronunciations."Please? Okay baby."

"See, I'm kind of in Japan..." he muttered with regret.

"Kind of in Japan?!" she yelled into the phone. Aiden had almost grown immune to the screaming at this point, already melting into a sleepy state on her chest as she carried him up the stairs to his crib.

"My flight got delayed..."

"You have a private f-" she cut her word off as she tucked Aiden into his cover, stroked his head, and kissed him goodnight. Hurrying out of the nursery, she continued her rant. "Private fucking jet?! What delay can you possibly have?"

"You're acting as if I can fly it, Gia."

"You're acting as if this isn't one of the most stressful days of my life, Michelle!"

He broke into a deep chuckle of amusement, making her sigh. That laugh makes her submissive. "Michelle. You haven't called me that in a while. That was cute."

"Michael whenever I see you I swear to god I will wrap my hand around your neck personally and squeeze until you choke--"

"That's my job."

Gia placed the phone off of her ear for a second, making sure she didn't hear a voice outside. "Gia?" she heard simultaneously from the phone's speaker and outside of the front door as the keys fiddled through the lock.

The phone fell from her hands to the hardwood floor as she ran full speed to her husband, jumping into his arms. She squealed at the surprise, pressing her lips on his cheek taking in the scent of his aftershave she missed for too long. Seeing him was a birthday present in itself.

"You thought I would really miss your birthday?" he asked, kicking the door closed behind him. "I missed my baby too much."

"Don't do that to me again!" she smiled, feeling his kisses all over her face as he carried her upstairs to her room like a feather. Feeling his body though his clothes she instantly noticed the changes. He didn't feel slimmer, but more toned and as soon as his shirt was off her assumption was confirmed. She gawked at his body. 

He noticed her gaze of approval. "What can I say? New year, new me."

She cracked up, the wine making her laugh a little more than usual. "I've missed you so much, you don't even kn--" her sentence cut off as he pushed her to the bed and flipped her over. Without warning, he grasped her panties off down to her knees, revealing her bare ass. Her opening immediately glistened at his thumb massaged right there, feeling how moist she was.

"Um!" Gia protested, crawling away towards the pillows.

"No." His large hands gripped her waist, pulling her back to him. "I literally haven't jerked off in two weeks for this moment." his fingers desperately unbuckled his belt, sliding it from his trousers and dropping it the floor. He unzipped his pants and stepped out of them instantly, never keeping his eyes off of her skin. "And I've got a lot."

She glanced back at his erection standing upwards, the tip nearly peeking out of his boxer briefs."No!"

"I want to try for a baby again. Even better on your birthday. You look so good to me right now."

She sucked her teeth. "Michael, you're corny."

"I'm serious. Don't you want to feel me?" he asked, turning her to lay on her back. Her breath came short as he went on top of her, teasing his lips on the pulse of her neck. She felt chills run through her legs despite his warmth pressing right between them. "Calling me late at night, telling me how bad you wanted me to taste you, letting me hear how wet you were. It's been months."

Michael balanced his body with one hand, shoving his boxer briefs down with the other feeling it slap against her slit. The tip was already glistening with precum before Gia gave in.

 Michael groaned out as if he was discovering pussy again for the first time, making his shaft slicker with each stroke. He pushed her thighs back, giving him full access as he pounded harder.  A furious look of lust in his eyes, punishing her for all of the nights she teased him over the phone telling him how she wanted to take it. Her nails clawed into his shoulders and her cute whimpers let him know he was in full control.

Or not.

"Okay, no no nononono no!" Gia shoved his shoulders off of her, kicking her legs around. "No!"

He slid out of her, confused. "What's wrong? I'm hurting you?"

"I don't want to try for a baby. I'm too afraid of the same thing happening again."

"Same what? Oh." he recalled, feeling himself instantly go soft. He adjusted himself back in his boxer briefs. "I understand."

She covered her reddening face as he began to put his shirt back on. "Oh god, you don't. I'm sorry Michael..."

He shrugged dismissively, his voice a disappointed monotone. "It's your birthday. Not mine."

"I'm just... I'm just not ready yet. Not right now. We have a beautiful boy at the moment!" she added, trying to make light of the situation. "Walking and talking a little... why another one so soon?"

His voice was kinder now as he laid beside her, tangling their legs together. "I understand, Gia. I'll wait when you're ready. I would just like a family." He squeezed her hand tight, bringing it to his face for a kiss. "I'm with you finally so I'm ecstatic, no matter what. "

She tried to see some sincerity in his face. She couldn't.

Over the next month, Gia was never actually ready. It wasn't in the sense of just having a baby but sex, period. No amount of foreplay in the world could convince her and Michael was growing restless. Horny, but restless.

Her interest of sex felt dull and empty. Nothing excited her anymore. She couldn't bring herself to an orgasm anymore, or even the motivation to try. Her sex toys were abandoned and neglected and she nearly forgot what a penis felt like. She needed something else.

Gia and Alisha let out shrills of giggles as they raced their electronic scooters through the large empty hallways at the top floor of the hotel. Michael was having a concert the next day and everyone took it as a mini vacation.

"Honolulu 1997 bitch!" Alisha shrieked at full speed before crashing the scooter into an air heater at the end of the hallway.

Gia cackled as she lost control, watching her friend fall over to the floor. "Oh shit we're going to have to pay for that."

Giovanna finished her drink, feeling it burn all the way down."Let's take a shower and watch a movie." She slid the gold hotel card inside until she saw a green light and opened up the presidential suite revealing the high ceilings and black marble floors of the loft style hotel room.

Once in the bedroom, Alisha stopped undressing midway. "I can't take a shower. My clothes are with security."

"Just change into some of mine," she replied, revealing her full body as her dress dropped from her waist. She grabbed her hand and lead her to the luxurious white marble shower.

"Like old times?!" Alisha inquired with a gleam in her eye, following her inside watching her turn on the knobs. The warm water fell on them together.

She giggled, nodding as all of the underlying memories rushed back to her. "Yes, like old times." Gia squeezed body wash in a crisp, dry washcloth getting it wet, warm, and sudsy. She used it on Alisha's body, starting with her shoulders and chest, watching the bubbles run down her skin. What she lacked in her chest, she made up for in her ass. Gia always admired.

Alisha ran her fingers along Gia's curves, pressing her body against it. Feeling the friction, they rubbed against each other as they exchanged tongues, making Gia's walls throb uncontrollably.

"What about Michael?" she asked quickly before going back to her neck, the steam making everything that much hotter.

"Michael's fine," she hushed, strumming her finger against her entrance to silence her questions.

Outside of the shower and back on the bed, Alisha noticed a strip of light shining on the opposite wall and nearly shrieked at the moving shadow. "Ohhhh fuck!" She pushed Gia's head from between her legs, broke herself away from Gia's mouth and covered herself with a towel immediately.

"What?!" Gia inquired, looking up confused until she saw Michael watching the two. He was so silent he could've been standing there the whole time. 

His face was unreadable to Alisha, but Gia already could tell what what on his mind. Gia watched her husband unbutton his flannel and approach her slowly to the bed as a smirk formed on his face.

"Kiss me," she begged, her lips missing his all day. He ran his thumb along her cheek, leaned down, and kissed her passionately before eyeing Alisha up and down. He licked his lips slowly, tasting Alisha on his mouth.

"Now kiss her," Michael instructed his wife, watching her lean to Alisha and kiss her from her jawline to her chin to her lips to her tongue. She moved the towel away, exposing Alisha's hardened nipples and fresh Brazilian wax.

"Now..." Michael finally sat in between the two naked bodies, facing Alisha and waiting.  She leaned back and glanced at her friend for approval behind him and got an assuring nod. Nearly trembling out of her skin she tilted her face to fit with Michael's as their lips locked, going slow and deep as Michael made a low growl feeling Giovanna's hand rub him through the fabric before sliding them off completely to get naked like the two of them. They all leaned back into the satin sheets as Michael led the way.

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I really want to write some serious smut for this but maybe I'll end it there. I said I wasn't going to write sex anymore but I think we all know this book is a hot mess.

I was planning the first part of this chapter for a long time, since the beginning of when I first started this book. But after what happened to me I couldn't bring myself to write this for months. (Reason for my long wattpad hiatus) But now fully understanding and having time to get my emotions together I can find a way to write it .  - v