You and Michael have decided to have a child once you both were available, because you both are aspiring pop stars. You two had always been paired as the Queen and King of pop, so it was only natural you two had gotten together.

So, 9 months ago, after trying the first time— you hadn’t thought that you would get pregnant the first try. It was kind of rare, honestly— but you did. Michael had nearly imploded with excitement and happiness, and the process was easy. Of course, you had the usual pregnancy experience but slightly less harsh than other women, but overall it was a nice and smooth birth.

Now, the hard part was actually dealing with the baby.

You two had twins, of course. Because why not.

Now, the girl of the pair was crying at approximately 4 AM. Thank god you two agreed upon a hiatus until things smoothed out, because you were not about to be one of those celebrities who had a nanny raise their children.

Michael was already up and at it, rocking her in his arms as the boy thought it was playtime and began to coo and giggle.

Mind you, you were both a mess.

Michaels hair was frizzy and all over the place, in a white T-shirt and some superman pajama pants, meanwhile you were in nothing but a massive graphic tee and underwear— your hair equally a mess as Michaels.