˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀super bowl ᥫ᭡ michael jackson
pairing: m jackson x black!fem reader
synopsis: ur a singer who was invited to perform the Super Bowl while being 8 months pregnant. everyone had concerns and thoughts, but the one concern that mattered to you most was michael. Who wasn’t really hook on the idea of you doing it while being pregnant.
╰┈➤a/n: this is a request writing from @a-motherfcking-fish !! enjoy!
“Heard you were performing at this year’s Super Bowl. Care to confirm the rumors?”
You let out a quiet sigh. It felt like every interviewer today had somehow agreed to ask the exact same questions. You squeezed Michael’s hand beneath the table before forcing a polite smile. “I am.”
The interviewer immediately leaned forward. “Even while eight months pregnant?” There it was.
The question you had heard all day.
“Some people are concerned about the risks. What would you say to them? And Michael, how do you feel about it?”
You already knew where this was going. People had always found something about your life to criticize, but ever since your pregnancy became public, it seemed like everyone suddenly had an opinion about what was best for you and your baby. Michael squeezed your hand gently.“I think she’s going to do amazing.”
The interviewer tilted his head. “So you’re not worried at all?” A small laugh escaped Michael.
“Of course I’m worried. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t. She’s carrying our child. Every parent worries about their kid before they’re even born.”
The interviewer looked away from his cards, as if he was purely improvising just to get some drama.. “Then why support this?”
“Because being worried doesn’t mean I stop believing in her,” Michael answered quickly, as if he rehearsed this. “I’ve watched her dedicate her entire life to music. I’ve seen her perform through exhaustion, through sickness, through some of the hardest moments of her life. If anyone knows her limits, it’s her.”
His thumb rubbed over the back of your hand. “I trust her judgment.”
The interviewer looked almost disappointed by the answer. “But what if something goes wrong?”
You looked away for a moment, trying not to let your irritation show. The question itself wasn’t what bothered you. It was the way people kept acting like you hadn’t thought about the risks yourself.
Michael’s jaw tightened slightly.
“If something goes wrong, we’ll handle it as a family,” he answered. “But she’s healthy, our baby’s healthy, and we’ve taken every precaution possible. At some point, people have to stop treating her like she’s incapable of making decisions for herself.”
The interview ended shortly afterward. The second the cameras stopped rolling, Michael stood up from his chair.
He looked down at you. “You heard how he was talking.”
“He kept acting like you’re irresponsible.”
You reached for his hand before he could walk away. “Michael, it’s not worth it.”
He bit his bottom lip, a little thing he does every time he is frustrated. “I know,” he muttered. “I just hate hearing people talk about you like that. They don’t know you.” That sentence is something Michael could relate to a lot, but seeing it happening to you made him feel something he couldn’t explain.
Your expression softened. “I know.”
Outside wasn’t much better. The second you stepped out of the building, camera flashes exploded around you. Reporters crowded near the entrance, shouting questions over one another.
“Y/N, are you really performing?”
“Have doctors approved this?”
You kept your eyes forward while Michael guided you through the crowd. By the time you finally got home, your head was pounding. Michael dropped onto the couch and rubbed his temples while you headed into the kitchen.
For several minutes, the house remained quiet. Nothing, it was peaceful.. until you hear a soft little voice.
“You can still back out.” You slowly turned around, to that voice and stared at him.
The second he heard your tone, he knew he’d chosen the wrong thing to say.
“I’ve heard enough of that today.”
He immediately stood. “I know.”
“No, I don’t think you do.” You sighed heavily and leaned against the counter. “I’ve spent all day hearing strangers tell me I shouldn’t do this. Hearing strangers tell me what’s best for my own child. Then I come home and hear it from you too.”
The guilt immediately appeared on his face. He crossed the room and wrapped his arms around you from behind, resting both hands over your stomach.
Your baby kicked, like it knew its parents were fighting.. Both of you smiled. The tension slowly went down.
“I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “I really am.”
“Then stop trying to talk me out of it.”
“I don’t want to talk you out of it.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Really?”
“Okay, maybe I do a little.” Once he said that a heavy sigh escaped from you, but at the same time couldn’t help but find it a little funny.
Michael buried his face against your shoulder. “Baby, I’m terrified.” The honesty in his voice caught you off guard.
“No,” he interrupted you, “ I mean genuinely terrified.” His hands tightened slightly around your stomach. “Every time you tell me the baby hasn’t moved in a while, I panic. Every doctor appointment makes me nervous. Every little thing makes me wonder if everything’s okay.”
You looked down at his hands.
“This is our first baby,” he continued quietly. “I don’t know what I’m doing. Half the time I feel like I’m just guessing and hoping for the best.”
Your frustration slowly melted away. “I don’t.. know what I’m doing either.” You said honestly, and then smiled. “But.. we’ll figure it out together..”
He pressed a kiss against your neck. “I’m just worried about my angel.”
You couldn’t help but smile hard at the pet name, it always made you blush ever since the beginning. Then he had to be funny and added, “Oh, I meant the baby.”
You elbowed him, he laughed backing away from the hug. “I was kidding.”
The next morning, you walked into the living room to find Michael sitting on the couch watching something on the box television, probably listening to a bunch of press..
The moment he looked up, you already knew.
“I’ve been researching.” He said honestly, he couldn’t help himself to be that curious man.
You groaned. “That never ends well.”
He turned the tv down, and looked at you with his doe eyes, they were soft. Filled with worry. “I know I’m annoying you.”
You crossed the room and stood in front of him. The worry on his face immediately made your heart ache. “Come here.” You made your voice soft, knowing this moment is very hard for you both.
He stood. “Baby, I’m trying.”
“No, seriously.” He rubbed a hand over his face. “I know everybody thinks I’m overreacting, but every time I picture you standing on that stage, I get scared.”
His eyes met yours. “Because if something happened to you…” His voice cracked slightly. “I don’t know what I’d do.”
“And if something happened to our baby,” he continued quietly, “I’d spend the rest of my life wondering if I could’ve prevented it somehow.”
Your heart broke a little. “Mike.”
“I know you’re strong,” he said. “I know you’re capable. I know you’ve worked your whole life for opportunities like this. None of this is because I don’t believe in you.”
You reached for his hand. “Then what is it?” Your voice cracked a little as well, but his face fell. He couldn’t believe you actually thought he didn’t believe in you..
“Because I love you.” The answer came instantly.
“So much that sometimes it makes me irrational.”
You smiled softly, then thought to yourself.. it was okay to be vulnerable. He is your husband..“And you think I’m not scared? Michael, I’m carrying an entire person inside of me. Every ache makes me nervous. I tend to overthink a lot too..scared something will happen.”
His expression softened. He almost forgotten, how you could feel about all this too. How heavy this could be on you..
“But singing has always been the thing that makes me feel like myself.” You took his hand and placed it against your stomach.
“When I’m on that stage, our baby won’t just hear me sing. They’ll be experiencing something that’s been part of me my entire life. Music isn’t a job to me. It’s who I am.”
Michael listened quietly.
“You understand that better than anyone,” you continued. “Music brought us together. It’s the reason we met. It’s the reason we fell in love.”
For a while, Michael sat and just stared.. but then “Okay.”
You tilt your head a little confused, “Okay?”
“Okay.” He repeated, the answer sounded like a surrender. He cupped your face with both hands.
“I still don’t like it. But if this is what you want, then I’ll support you completely.” A smile spread across your face. “Thank you…” that’s all you needed from him.. and finally getting that felt like the most greatest thing on earth right now.
“On one condition.” He slid that in quickly.
“Extra doctors..” You sighed loudly, but he wasn’t done. “Extra security, Extra everything—“
“Okay! Alright! Michael I get it..” You raised your voice a little, but a laugh came right after it.
“Good.” He gave you a soft kiss on the lips.
A week later, it was finally time. The Super Bowl was here, and so was the craziness of it all. The backstage was chaotic. Crew members rushed around preparing for the show while back dancers made their final adjustments. Yet despite all the noise surrounding you, you felt strangely calm.
A familiar hand slipped into yours. “You ready?” Michael asked, and he gave a light smile. You look at his outfit, it seems like he was always dressed for an occasion.
You looked up at him, his smile was nervous, but it was supportive. Finally.
“I am.” You answered, he looked down at your stomach and rested his hand there.
“Your mama’s gonna be amazing,” he whispered. A lump immediately formed in your throat, the moment was too precious. Then he looked back at you.
“I love you,” he added, you couldn’t help but tear up. The hormones are high obviously.
The opening music began. The crowd was louder than ever. Your heart raced with excitement as you stepped onto the field. Thousands of lights illuminated the stadium while cameras followed your every movement. For a moment, your hand rested against your stomach.
Then your eyes found Michael in the audience. Even surrounded by thousands of people, he was impossible to miss.
He placed a hand over his heart before pointing toward you. A little corny, but you knew he just wanted to ease your nerves.
The music got louder, and the crowd did as well.
And with your baby bump proudly on display for the entire world to see, you stepped forward and began to sing.
