The Surrogate (A Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

The Old Flame Still Burns

Michael Jackson:

It's not that I was truly worried about what Nina had to say in this interview, I trusted her not to just fully expose my personal life to the public... but I couldn't resist watching the actual live screening as it went down. There were a few moments that made me wince a little bit, but nothing I'd choke her out for...

She called me housetrained... pffft! What am I her dog?! I shook my head at that. I watched the rest of the interview biting on the tips of my fingers nervously until our newest nanny Grace came up to me holding a crying Paris. Nina could never be away long before she would have one of these melt downs. It was hard to catch, but I swore I heard her murmur 'mama.' Nina would die if she missed her first word so I pretended not to hear it.

"She wants her mama." Grace had heard it. I smiled wide and reached out to my baby girl. She turned her head in anticipation to be handed over to her mom, but burst out into a louder cry when she saw it was only me.

"Aww... come here... daddy loves you too, you know. Don't you love daddy?" I took her into my arms and she flailed around in them for a moment but finally relaxed in my arms after realizing she wasn't going to get her way. "Hey look! Look! There's mommy." I sat back down in my chair with her on my lap and she reached out her tiny hand to the screen.

"Mmmaa!" she cried out.

"My what smart little girls you have, Mr. Jackson." Grace patted my shoulder.

"Thank you." I sent a nod her way and she smiled at me and my little one before leaving the room.

Nina Sofia Jackson:

It seemed like Nelly had been glancing at the cards in her hands for hours as I sat there uncomfortably. I was sitting so awkwardly straight, my back was starting to get stiff and painful.

"So... back to the whole cover up sham... can you clearly state that Michael Jackson is a straight man? Ya know, does he maybe... swing both ways... or..."

I laughed softly. "He's a straight man, I promise. I'm not the type of woman who would let even the most famous man in the world use me as a cover up. I mean, what kind of life would that be for me?"

"Hey, people in Hollywood get into contract relationships all the time, pretending to be a couple for a set amount of time to create a buzz or shake some rumor. And Michael he's... he's got a loooot of people worrying about his sexuality from the way he dresses and the make up and the soft little voice he uses. Even the rare times he has been spotted with women... he seems so...uncomfortable."

"He's shy! I was an exception because we got up close and personal really fast. He was there for all the doctor visits even during the actual insemination process." I began to feel a little bit more comfortable and relaxed a bit against the back of the chair soothing my aching back.

"Shut up! So, he got to see the coochie before he even took you out to dinner?!"

The coochie... I laughed out loud. "No, he's also very much a gentleman. He always turned away or shielded his eyes." Except for those times I caught him staring at my underwear on the floor. I kept that thought to myself.

"Well, our time is short, amiga... Maybe next time we'll get some real dirt on Michael, but it looks like for now he's clear of my suspicions anyways I don't know about you guys, audience what you guys thinkin'?"

It was hard to tell what they were thinking exactly but it seemed to be a positive roar of applause. Back stage Nelly posed with me for a couple of pictures. There was a whole photo shoot set up backstage and they took pictures of me solo for an ad to be published in a magazine specifically about this interview. A few other people on the scene tried to sneak in a few side questions backstage, but Michael's entourage he let me borrow wasn't letting it happen.