(A/n- I think you guys know that when she says "Bobby" it's "Michael". I was trying to find one where it didn't mention "Bobby" but had no luck)
It was the afternoon of the next day and Whitney and Michael were now on there way home...
Michael:so, you look very radiant today babe
Whitney:thank you
Michael:and tired
Whitney:*giggled* I am. We did wake up very early so... Why wouldn't I be?
Michael:yeah we did, so I guess we have to go home and sleep huh
Whitney:we don't really
Michael:but your tired. You have to get your rest
Whitney:baby, I'll be fine okay *she exhaled slowly as she felt a tiny contraction past*
Michael:you alright babe *he looked at her worried and rubbed her stomach as he felt the baby kick*
Whitney:yeah, I'm fine. It was just a small contraction
Michael:and I felt him kick
Whitney:her
Michael:it's a boy
Whitney:no it's not
Michael:yes it is... How can you be so sure that it's a girl?
Whitney:how can you be so sure that it's a boy?
Michael:because I know that it's a boy
Whitney:*giggled* I am not about to do this with you again
Michael:you give up
Whitney:*looked out the window and smiled*
Michael:I guess that's a "yes" and you know that I'm right and it's a boy
Whitney:no it's not
Michael:yes, it is
Whitney:alright *she continued to look out the window and crossed her arms* I'm not agreeing with you, I'm just not about to go back and forth with you on this
Michael:fine *he smiled* little Michael *he rubbed her stomach*
Whitney:Kadence
Michael:it's Michael. Stop calling my son a girl
Whitney:it's Kadence... I'll stop when you start calling my daughter a girl
Michael:it's a boy
Whitney:whatever, and don't think that this is a way for you to trick me into giving into the idea of going to see what it really is cause your chances on that are slim to none Jackson
Michael:. . . Damn *he laid back on the seat and she laughed at him*
Whitney:right
Michael:ugh. . . Shit man
Whitney:you have two more months baby, you can wait a bit longer
Michael:I wanna see him
Whitney:her
Michael:hi- *she cut him off*
Whitney:*laughed* if you say him or boy again, I'm gonna slap you and you know I will
Michael:damn, you mean
Whitney:*laughed* damn right. . . This is just the beginning, wait until I have her
Michael:ugh. . . I ain't scared of you
Whitney:you sure about that? *she raised her hand to hit him*
Michael:*he scooted away from her to the other side of the limo* yes
Whitney:why you went over there? *she laughed*
Michael:because. . . I like it over here
Whitney:you lier. . . Come right here *she patted the on the seat next to her*
Michael:mmm no. I'm good right where I'm at
Whitney:well, we're going to the same place sooo..
Michael:sooo I will stay right here until we get home
Whitney:scary ass
Michael:I ain't scary. Why you messing with me woman?
Whitney:cause I'm bored and I'm woman now
Michael:Whitney
Whitney:babe
Michael:babe
Whitney:Michael *she laughed*
Michael:go to sleep. . . Do something
Whitney:I'm not tired anymore, I am fully awake now and I can't do anything besides we're in a limo. What is there to do?
Michael:. . . Sleep, look out the window, drink there's a lot to do
Whitney:well, I'm not tired like I said, I've been looking out the window for the past few minutes and you know I can't drink
Michael:drive me nuts then
Whitney:I thought I was doing that already
Michael:ugh, I wish you would stop
Whitney:but you told me to do it *she smiled*
Michael:I take that back
Whitney:then, what am I supposed to do to keep me occupied?
Michael:*he giggled as he seen them pull up in front of the house* get out the car *he crossed over her and she hit his butt*
Whitney:that's not funny
Michael:you hit my ass
Whitney:to bad we can't do anything fun
Michael:she hit my ass *he said talking to the chauffeur and he laughed*
Whitney:don't act like you don't like it
Michael:don't start something you ain't gone be able to finish whit *he smiled and helped her out the car*
Whitney:maybe we can do that
Michael:nope
Whitney:why?
Michael:uh your pregnant
Whitney:but nothing is wrong with having sex while being pregnant
Michael:oh well, unless we get advice from someone who has been pregnant and had sex while pregnant then we can but other than that, no
Whitney:then I'm going to continue to bother you
Michael:for what *he opened the door and they walked in*
Whitney:sex is the only thing that helps me sleep
Michael:umm, doesn't that go for everyone that has had sex Nippy?
Whitney:well, I'm pregnant and I have needs and plus my hormones are everywhere right now
Michael:*he bit his lip and walked upstairs to their room* well your out of luck missy
Whitney:please
Michael:no can do
Whitney:please
Michael:I don't feel like it whit
Whitney:please, please, please
Michael:your not gonna stop this are you? *he flopped on the bed*
Whitney:your shit out of luck cause I'm not. . . Please
Michael:your making me tired now *he pretended to be asleep*
Whitney:Michael *she hit him with the pillow*
Michael:*laughing* what the hell was that for?
Whitney:I wanna have sex
Michael:nu-uh
Whitney:big head, please
Michael:oh now my head is big
Whitney:please daddy
Michael:nope I don't want to
Whitney:but I don't care about your needs. You should be caring about mines cause I'm carrying your child. . . Applehead
Michael:oh you got my name right
Whitney:*she pouted and crossed her arms* please baby
Michael:awe, your desperate
Whitney:no the hell I'm not
Michael:then you can wait until you have-
Whitney:NO!! *she cut him off and hit him upside his head with the pillow causing him to laugh*
Michael:alright damn
Whitney:yay!!
Michael:you ain't have to torture me, damn
Whitney:well you didn't wanna give in so I had to do something
Michael:what? like hit me upside my head with the damn pillow nippy
Whitney:I'm sorry *she kissed him*
Michael:to be honest with you, you had me at daddy
Whitney:*she pushed him on the bed* MICHAEL!!
Michael:there goes the torture again
Whitney:I oughta push you out that damn window for doing that
Michael:woah
Whitney:I just wanna slap the shit out of you
Michael:didn't I say I was sorry *he laughed*
Whitney:NO!! You didn't
Michael:well, I'm sorry
Whitney:it's not funny shit head
Michael:I wish you would stop being so mean to me dang *he smiled*
Whitney:I hate you
Michael:"hate" is such a strong word don't you think
Whitney:I'm pregnant and my hormones are everywhere, so I can say and do what the hell I please to and there's nothing nor anyone else can do about it *she crossed her arms and pulled him off the bed*
Michael:I'm sorry *he smiled and tried to kiss her but she moved*
Whitney:why are you laughing?
Michael:because you keep torturing me
Whitney:*silent*
Michael:I'm sorry
Whitney:leave me alone *she was about to walk away and he grabbed her hand*
Michael:I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I am sorry. . . Can you forgive me, please *he pouted*
Whitney:fine *she was about to walk away from him again but he grabbed her hand again*
Michael:no, I need to hear you say it
Whitney:*she stood in front of him with her arms crossed*
Michael:say "I forgive you daddy" *he smiled at her again and kissed her*
Whitney:I forgive you daddy
Michael:yay!! *he got up and walked to their bathroom* now since you tortured me all the way home and here, you are going to sleep very desperate and in need
Whitney:*she stood shocked with her mouth open*
Michael:don't act so surprised babe
Whitney:you must really want to die today huh
Michael:you get mad so easily, I was just playing with you baby *he laughed*
Whitney:*she walked over to the window* that fall ain't that long at all just to let you know okay
Michael:I said I was just playing and you know you love me too much to do that to me
Whitney:don't let my love for you fool you okay
Michael:ugh. . . You better not be mean to my baby
Whitney:well, I'm not gone let my child out into this world unless she's been disciplined
Michael:he...
Whitney:you know what! He she what the hell ever damn
Michael:you need to take a nap. Every time you act like this, it's because your tired. No matter whether you say your not tired and your fully awake... You are
Whitney:but I'm not *she walked over to their bed and sat down*
Michael:well, I am *he laid on the bed* come lay down with daddy
Whitney:no *she crossed her arms*
Michael:please *he held out his arms to her*
Whitney:fine *she walked to the bed and laid down in front of him*
Michael:there we go. You need to go to sleep anyway
Whitney:shut up
Michael:nope. . . I can talk if I want to
Whitney:*she sighed*
Michael:okay I'll shut up. . . Meany
Whitney:I am not mean
Michael:yes you are
Whitney:no I'm not
Michael:then what do you call it? *he laughed* Threatening to push me out the window, telling me to shut up, cursing me out
Whitney:it's not my fault. . . I'm pregnant so what do you expect?
Michael:a very emotional woman
Whitney:well I'm not emotional yet so deal with it. . . You don't have long
Michael:I can't wait until I see my-
Whitney:daughter
Michael:no. . . Son
Whitney:I'm not about to argue with you again over this again
Michael:I'm not arguing I just want you to get it right
Whitney:get it right?
Michael:yeah
Whitney:no you need to get it right cause it's not a boy
Michael:whatever you say Elizabeth
Whitney:whatever Joseph
They drifted off to sleep...
[The next day]
Whitney:I wish you would hurry up *she put one of her hands on her stomach*
Michael:why is you rushing me woman?
Whitney:cause I wanna be on time
Michael:this is your video, so you can show up whenever you want
Whitney:it doesn't work like that and you know that bae
Michael:well you just wasted time telling me that
Whitney:Michael
Michael:okay *he smiled and they walked out the house*
30 minutes later on the set of "I'm Every Woman"
Whitney:y'all ready babies
Girls:yeah *they ran onto the set*
They filmed all day until everything was the way it was supposed to be and everything was perfect. Everyone did well and Michael was as happy as he could be for his wife. Cissy was extremely proud of her baby and excited just like Michael to find out what the baby was
Whitney:wooo!!!
Michael:hey sexy
Whitney:hey baby *she kissed him*
Michael:you ready
Whitney:mhm, bye y'all
*everyone said bye and hugged and kissed her and Michael and they left*
Michael:y'all did great baby
Whitney:thanks baby, it was fun
Michael:it looked like fun to
Whitney:I really enjoyed it
Michael:now. . . Mines is tomorrow
Whitney:for what?
Michael:"Remember The Time". And someone very special is going to be in it
Whitney:who?
Michael:Eddie
Whitney:oh my lord
Michael:why you say that? *he opened the car door helping her in*
Whitney:no reason *she closed the door*
Michael:she really don't think I know *he walked around and got in and looked at her and smiled*
Whitney:what?
Michael:I'm just thinking
Whitney:about
Michael:why your not surprised that Eddie is in my video. . . Eddie. . . Eddie Murphy. . .*he smiled* the man you used to date
Whitney:*her eyes widened and she put her hand over her mouth*
Michael:you don't think I watch tv *he smiled*
Whitney:babe *she frowned*
Michael:what? *he smiled and sat back in his seat* I know about the... Jermaine thing... I know about Bobby... and Eddie
Whitney:Michael
Michael:hmm *he played with the steering wheel*
Whitney:why do you look like my past is bothering you?
Michael:what do you mean? I'm just telling you what I know. This shit isn't bothering me at all
Whitney:then. . . Why are you getting mad?
Michael:*he sighed* I'm not mad. . . I don't know what your talking about *he started the car*
Whitney:why do you get mad so easily?
Michael:I'm not... and I don't
Whitney:stop lying... you got heated just from bringing up something from the past
Michael:*he sighed* are you gonna be able to come to the set
Whitney:mhm but right now I'm contemplating on whether I should cause your mad at me
Michael:I'm not m-*he yelled but she covered his mouth before he could finish*
Whitney:I see your okay. Yelling at me means your perfectly fine huh?
Michael:...no
Whitney:mmh okay *she rolled her eyes then sat back and crossed her arms*
An hour later at the house
Whitney:*she got out the car and slammed the door*
Michael:hey hey
Whitney:shut up *she walked into the house trying to slam the door in his face*
Michael:now why you acting like this bae?
Whitney:leave me alone *she walked to their room and tried to close the door once again*
Michael:hey *he grabbed her hand and pulled her close to him from the back* look I'm sorry... okay
Whitney:I really don't like when you yell at me. You know how to talk to me without being heated over any situation
Michael:babe, I'm sorry *he kissed her on her neck*
Whitney:okay
They talked half of the day and then ate and took a bath together then went to sleep...
A/n-sorry for the slow updates (for ALL the stories) and any mistakes... Love y'all 😘