Janet Jackson's Daughter Novels & Stories

Ethan held him in his arms, and he was responsible for cleaning our little one and admiring him. Shortly after, Arya made her appearance. Nurse Jessica held the small girl in her arms to clean her and then handed her to me. I looked at my two little ones, seeing that their hair would be dark brown, and both would have blue eyes. I had to admit that the children Ethan and I had were incredibly handsome. I would have never imagined I could give life and bring into the world such beautiful and special beings, beings who would accomplish great things in the future and make us proud.

Jason whined. "Of course, you and Shawn can have your ice cream but I don't want you to take it standing. You will take it in the car," I said. "Whitney, are these your kids?" Janet asked. "Yes, I have three kids. Jason is the name of the older one and he is my first child. The second one is Shawn and he is my second child. My last born is a girl and she is at home with the babysitter," I replied.

he uttered before walking away. Lachlan exhaled audibly, casting a contemplative glance at Jackson. “This woman my son took home instead of your daughter —who the hell is she?” Jackson blinked momentarily before responding, “She’s Rex Callahan’s daughter, Kathleen Callahan.”

he tells me "That's because you’re excellent each one of you have done great work in your respective fields, I feel like anyone with the surname Jacobs is born to excel" I tell him "Well, you will be part of the Jacobs family tomorrow you'll be Sidney Jacobs the wife of Raven Jacobs and also I forgot to tell you, tomorrow our daughters will be made public, They will be announced as Robyn and Riley Jacobs daughters of Raven Jacobs granddaughters of the President of the United States..." he says "When you say it like that you make it sound so good to be your wife... But the media won't hassle the girls?" I ask him

The name sounds vaguely familiar, and I make a mental note to look into it later. "Juliet is Raquel Whittle's daughter."

Ythan said. The waiter came to their table. While Yvette was busy choosing from the menu, Jackson was just smiling at Ythan. "Jackson Gray. I think I heard your name somewhere. Are you related to John Vandolf Gray?" Ythan said. Jackson nodded softly. "He's my father," he replied. Ythan glared at Yvette. "What?" Yvette said without a sound. "So, how did you meet my daughter? Did you really love her?" Ythan asked. "DAD!" Yvette scolded.

Janet spoke, watching her daughter remain relaxed over the matter. Jessica bit her bottom lip knowing she could have only gotten this stubbornness from her mum, Janet. Unknown to Janet, Jessica had also been thinking about this but the fear of Ethan’s reaction to the news was stopping her from taking any action. The thought of him turning her down one more time was too much for her to bear especially now that she needed to be careful with her pregnancy after waiting years for it. “I’ll be fine, mum. I promise.” Jessica guaranteed, splashing water with her feet in the pool.

She knew rumors were not to be believed, but she became worried after hearing so many rumors about Anna and Gwen. "Micah is Jackson's only son now, but there's another child. That girl is named Anna, and she's Jackson's adoptive daughter. I heard her mother, Gwen Scott, seems very close to Jackson. If you go back now, you'll probably meet her."

I was supervising along with another parent who decided to accompany her daughter to the Last-Minute-Birthday-Party. "My daughter talks about Jason all the time. I was curious to see how they get along," Julia, the other parent said to me as we prepared the party bags. She went on, "I had no idea he was Jevan's son." I smiled at her. "Can you picture my kid with your kid? Growing up together. Being rich. Having kids. Being rich," she said again. "What's wrong with you?" I asked her. "I'm sorry. Did I offend you?"

“Come soon, mommy.” I could hear my daughter shouting from the living room and I chuckled at her enthusiasm. Jake was right about the gender. We were blessed with a beautiful baby girl and she is five years old now. I always had a hard time, keeping up with her energy. “I’m coming, Jane. I’m making your favorite peanut butter and jelly sandwich,” I shouted back. It was around 7 pm and Jake was yet to come from the office so we decided to watch her favorite Disney movie ‘Tangled’. I think I must have watched it like a hundred times. I could never get tired of the way she reacts every time we see it. I felt a tug on my dress and looked down to see my daughter. I bent down to her eye level and