♡Interruped Evening♡

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You giggled as your three year old daughter, Madeleine, jumped about. You were seated on the carpeted floor with her, and waiting for your husband, Michael, to return from work at the studio.

"I'm a princess!" Madeleine exclaimed as she placed the toy tiara on her head.

"Yes, you are!" you exclaimed happily, making your daughter giggle.

Suddenly, the front door opened - and Michael walked in. He had a troubled look on his face. When he saw Madeleine, he broke into an uncontrollable grin.

"Hey princess," he walked up to Madeleine and bent down to her level. "Have you and mommy been playing all day?" he questioned softly, making the little girl nod.

After a moment, he kissed her forehead before straightening up and facing you.

"You okay?" you asked, walking up to kiss him.

"Not really," he whispered. "Work has been really difficult lately,"

You bit your lip momentarily.

"We'll talk about it when Madeleine's asleep,"


Around an hour after Michael and yourself had put Madeleine to sleep - the two of you were seated in the kitchen. He had informed you that Frank, his manager, wanted him to date Madonna - solely for public purposes.

Of course, this didn't sit well with you. And quite frankly, Michael was a little disturbed too.

"Damn," you mumbled just before the doorbell rang. Michael frowned and stood up, making his way to the door. When he opened it, his eyes widened.

You peeked, and your eyes widened as well.
Standing at the doorway, was Madonna.

"What are you doing here?" you questioned whilst standing up. You did your best to sound polite.

"Oh, didn't you hear?" she practically spat. "Michael and I are dating,"

"No, we aren't," Michael chastised her. "Besides, who the hell gave you the right to be here?"

Madonna gasped.

"I'll tell Frank that you've been rude to me," she raised an eyebrow.

"Tell him," Michael narrowed his eyes. "He can't do anything. He works for me,"

Madonna's jaw fell open slightly as you walked up to her.

"Now leave," you pointed to the doorway. She gave you one last dirty look before walking out.

After you shut the door behind her, Michael and yourself broke into fits of giggles.

What a day it had been indeed.

I know it wasn't very good, but my depression is really bad.
Lemme know your thoughts!
Lots of love!

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