A month finally passed and it was the second week of February and nippy was now 9 months pregnant and was to give birth any day now....
Michael:Nippy
Whitney:what boo? *she walked down the stairs*
Michael:I wish you would stay down here and stop going up and down these stairs *he grabbed her hand helping her down the last few steps*
Whitney:I'm going to be fine
Michael:you don't know that. You can go into labor any minute and you being out of my sight is the worst thing that can happen
Whitney:Michael, I'm fine
Michael:no your not
Whitney:yes I am
Michael:you were supposed to go in labor last week Nippy
Whitney:and... your point is
Michael:I-I don't know that's why I'm trying to make one up *he smiled*
Whitney:*she laughed* I'm going to be fine okay
Michael:still babe I want you where it'll be easy to get you out the house or for nothing to happen when you do get ready to go in labor
Whitney:oh my god, you worry so much
Michael:that's what I do. . . I'm a worrying father
Whitney:oh please *she sat on the couch* I'll stay down here for the rest of the day then
Michael:you can't sleep down here nip
Whitney:who said I was sleeping down here?
Michael:oh okay
Whitney:yeah okay *she laughed and got up and kissed him* stop worrying about me so much daddy
Michael:and if I don't
Whitney:then you gone drive yourself crazy. . . I'm just gone sit back and watch you
Michael:I am not going to drive myself crazy Nippy
Whitney:okay. We're going to see
Michael:mhm
It was now midnight and they were upstairs sleeping and Nippy started to feel very uncomfortable and decided to get up and she went downstairs . . .
Whitney:I guess your ready huh *she rubbed her stomach as she felt a contraction*
Upstairs...
Michael then turned over and felt Nippy's side of the bed and when he noticed she wasn't there he hurried and got up and ran downstairs only to see her rocking side to side...
Michael:babe. . . You alright?
Whitney:no. . . It's time
Michael:alright *he ran upstairs and got the hospital bag and they left*
At the hospital. . .
Michael:how do you feel babe?
Whitney:a lot of pain but I'm very excited
Michael:me too. . . Can I ask you something love?
Whitney:what?
Michael:why is the bag pink and why does it say "Kadence"?
Whitney:*she smiled* huh?
Michael:*he smiled* you heard me
Whitney:. . . Well there are certain signs you have to look for when your pregnant. We could have been known what we were having
Michael:what do you mean?
Whitney:well if it was a boy my stomach would be lower. I know it's a girl because my stomach is higher
Michael:I'm pretty sure that doesn't mean anything
Whitney:*she exhaled as a contraction passed* well. . . I carried around the middle
Michael:and *he sat back in his chair*
Whitney:my skins been very oily
Michael:so. . .
Whitney:my morning sickness
Michael:you have that regardless
Whitney:my cravings
Michael:same with a boy
Whitney:only sweets babe. . . They say sour or salty is for boys and I can't stand eating anything containing it
Michael:your just gonna continue this until I give in huh*he smirked and narrowed his eyes*
Whitney:mhm
Michael:. . . Continue then
Whitney:what about me breaking out?
Michael:probably from your makeup
Whitney:only during the pregnancy? They say to blame it on the baby if it's a girl cause the beliefs goes that girls steal their mothers beauty
Michael:but my mothers face did the same thing with me
Whitney:oh my God
Michael:your not going to win this nip
Whitney:we'll just have to wait and see huh
Michael:I guess so
Whitney:. . . It is a girl though *she felt another contraction and threw her head back on her pillow*
Michael:*he walked over to the bed and rubbed her stomach* that's what you get for calling my son a girl
Whitney:shut up. . . It is a girl
Michael:alright
Doctor Feldman came into the room with a smile on his face
Doctor Feldman:so how's mommy to be feeling
Whitney:a whole lot of pain but I'm very excited
Doctor Feldman:would you like the epidural?
Whitney:please. . .
Doctor Feldman:of course. I'll get it as soon as I finish checking to see how far you've gotten
Whitney:thank you
Michael:*he smirked and continued to rub her stomach* hey doc
Doctor Feldman:*he smiled as he sat in front of Whitney* yes Mr. Jackson
Whitney:Michael! Please don't ask nothing stupid
Doctor Feldman:no, no it's fine. He can ask me whatever it is
Michael:can we still see what it is before she has it or what?
Whitney:I'm telling you it's a girl babe
Michael:no it's not Nippy
Doctor Feldman:well I can do that for you when I come back with the epidural
Whitney:no please no
Doctor Feldman:*he smiled and looked up at Michael*
Michael:why? You probably sat up here and spent money for no reason for a girl diaper bag when it's a boy. . . Then you got it engraved
Whitney:it's a girl
Michael:no it's not
Doctor Feldman:alright alright *he laughed and put her sheet down* Whitney why do you think it's a girl?
Whitney:because I carried high and in the middle
Doctor Feldman:*he shook his head yes and smiled* it's only a boy if her stomach is low Michael
Michael:*he smacked his lips and went to go sit back down*
Doctor Feldman:but you never know
Whitney:we can always try again if it's not a boy
Doctor Feldman:yeah, you can have as many as you please
Whitney:see. . . So come back over here baby *he stayed in his chair with his arms crossed*
Doctor Feldman:*he laughed* awe, I know how he feels. My wife and I had to try 3 times before we finally got my son
Michael:I hope we have to try more than that
Doctor Feldman:*he laughed*
Whitney:so you have three girls
Doctor Feldman:mhm. We had our son two weeks ago
Whitney:awe congratulations
Michael:I've been confused about this for a while now but my father has blue eyes, can there be a chance that our next baby or maybe this one could have blue eyes?
Doctor Feldman:thank you and that can be a possibility. My wife she's African American and her and her fathers eyes are gray and our oldest daughters eyes are gray, our second oldest has hazel, the third has green and our son has brown
Whitney:wow
Doctor Feldman:I know, so there's a great chance or could be a great chance that your babies eyes won't come out brown or if they do they can end up changing. Some people were born with the ability of their eyes changing colors with the seasons
Whitney:that would be cute
Doctor Feldman:but Whitney you could be right about the baby being a girl but it can also be a boy but from what you told me could mean it's a girl
Michael:so it's a girl
Whitney:yes
Doctor Feldman:maybe, you'll just have to wait
Michael:ugh
Whitney:ha ha
Doctor Feldman:I'll be back with the epidural Whitney
Whitney:okay
Doctor Feldman:*he left out the room*
Michael:this is actually cute *he picked up the diaper bag*
Whitney:I know huh
Michael:mhm. . . Got my son a girl sack, what he gone do with this?
Whitney:Michael
Michael:like really. . . You going all out for a girl
Whitney:baby
Michael:when it's a boy
Whitney:Michael
Michael:but it's cool, he gone be able to work with it
Whitney:Mike
Michael:what?
Whitney:shut up
Michael:that's very mean but okay
Whitney:I'm sorry baby
Michael:no your not
Whitney:yes I am
Michael:nope I don't wanna hear it
Whitney:I really am baby
Michael:I don't care
Whitney:babe
Michael:it's a boy
Whitney:no-
Michael:*he cut her off* well I don't wanna hear it *he covered his ears*
Whitney:okayyy
Michael:what was that? I had my ears covered
Whitney:I said okay
Michael:okay for what?
Whitney:it's a boy
Michael:really?
Whitney:yes even though it doesn't even work like this... yes it is *she smirked*
Michael:so your giving into it now
Whitney:mhm
Michael:you ain't playing me huh?
Whitney:why would I do that? *she said sarcastically*
Michael:cause your known for it
Whitney:who told you that? *she exhaled as her contractions passed*
Michael:no one I just know
Whitney:I'm serious it's a boy
Michael:mhm
Whitney:oh well you don't have to believe me then
Michael:*he stuck his tongue out at her and she did the same*
Whitney:mad?
Michael:nope
Whitney:awe too bad
Michael:dang bae why you so mean
Whitney:it's the baby, it's not me
Michael:don't blame your meanness on my baby *he walked over to her and rubbed her stomach* mommy didn't mean that princely wincely
Whitney:*she looked at him confused* princely wincely?
Michael:yeah
Whitney:that sounds like it's for a girl
Michael:but it's not it's for a boy because I said princely as in prince
Whitney:whatever
Michael:you mad?
Whitney:no
Michael:awe too bad
Whitney:don't take my stuff
Michael:I can do whatever I want
Whitney:shut up
Michael:make me
Whitney:just wait
Michael:I'm sorry
Doctor Feldman:*walked back in* are y'all still fussing about the gender of the baby
Whitney:I'm fine, I already know what it is. That's him
Michael:and it's a boy
Whitney:well you think that
Doctor Feldman:sorry it took me a while to get back Whitney
Whitney:it's okay,they died down a bit
Doctor Feldman:*he gave her the shot* weren't you supposed to have it on the 3rd Whitney?
Whitney:mhm
Doctor Feldman:well you should be dilating a little bit more faster when the medicine kicks in
Whitney:okay *she exhaled slowly as another contraction passed* how long do you think it'll take to deliver?
Doctor Feldman:well since this your first child. . . It'll take up to 30 minutes but with your next, quicker than 30
Whitney:oh wow
Doctor Feldman:yeah
Hours passed and it was almost time for her to push
Whitney:oh my god! It wore off *she rocked side to side as Michael messaged her back*
Michael:I thought he said it wasn't going to last that long
Whitney:NO! When did you hear him say that?
Michael:huh?
Whitney:Michael. . . It is not the time for that okay
Michael:mhmm *he smiled* you want me to shut up
Whitney:please
Michael:I'll try
Whitney:uuuggghhh!!! Make it go away *she whined*
Michael:how-
Whitney:shut up *she hurried and cut him off*
An hour passed and she was in the middle of pushing. . .
Whitney:never...again okay *she painted as she became exhausted from all the pushing*
Michael:what?
Doctor Feldman:*he smiled* you heard her mike
Michael:nah, that's just the pain talking... we gone have another one
Doctor Feldman:alright Whitney, one more big push and she'll be out
Michael:she?!?! WHAT?!?!
She pushed one more big time and they soon heard the cries of their little girl and Doctor Feldman put her on Whitney
Whitney:I told you Michael
Michael:now we definitely gone have another
Whitney:*she sighed and kissed her baby girl throwing her head back on the pillow*
Michael:hey daddy's little girl *he rubbed her head* hey my little Kadence
Soon the nurse came in and started to clean her up while Doctor Feldman recorded. . .
Nurse Ashley:there you go baby girl, now your all clean *she cooed as Kadence tried to keep her eyes open*
Michael:everyone's about to be on their way babe *he kissed her and got in the bed*
Whitney:that's great
Michael:hmm. . . Looks like this stuff is going to come in handy after all
Whitney:shut up *Ashley soon finished dressing Kadence and gave her to whitney*
Nurse Ashley:here you go mama
Whitney:thank you. . . Awe the babies so clean... hey mamas little princess *she held Kadence's little hand as she was about to feed her*
Michael:she looks like me
Whitney:she does resemble you a lot
Michael:she has your eyes though
Whitney:she's probably going to get all her hair from you
Michael:yeah she is. . . At least all the heartburn you were getting was worth it
Whitney:I know *she finished feeding Kady and kissed her*
Michael:alright you need to rest *he gently grabbed Kadence and put her in the bassinet and Whitney turned on her side*at least we don't have to redo her room
Whitney:we weren't going to have to redo it anyway. . . I told you I knew what we were having
Michael:*he got back in the bed with her* that's because your ass went and found out without me
Whitney:no the hell I didn't. . . There's just things your supposed to look out for when pregnant that's all *she laid her head on him and intertwined her fingers with his* I promise you that I didn't go and find out... you know I wouldn't even dare to think of doing that ever
Michael:I know... I was just kidding about that *he kissed her*
Whitney:I love you
Michael:I love you more. . . Hey
Whitney:hmm
Michael:were you serious when you said "never again"?
Whitney:of course not . . . I want more babies too and like you said it was just the pain talking huh
Michael:I knew it... can we keep trying until we have a boy?
Whitney:but what if we end up having all girls? You can only try for so long
Michael:well there's a chance we can have a boy. . . Look at how many brothers we have
Whitney:well we'll just have to wait until the time comes to find out. . . But it would be funny if the next ones a girl
Michael:I know. . . What if I'm only good at making beautiful girls? *they both laughed*
Whitney:well that's good
Michael:it is but I want a mini me
Whitney:we'll get blessed with one... we just have to wait okay
Michael:mhm... we can name our next baby girl Essence or D'Essence
Whitney:I love Harmony better
Michael:Harmony Mi'Chaela Jackson... hmm goes better with Essence
Whitney:no
Michael:why? What nicknames do Harmony have?
Whitney:Monnie... Armony
Michael:we're not naming her that
Whitney:well if we're going to name her Essence then she gets my middle name
Michael:why?
Whitney:cause Mi'Chaela doesn't go
Michael:Essence Elizabeth Jackson
Whitney:see that's cute huh? *she smiled*
Michael:whatever
Whitney:awe you mad
Michael:leave me alone shoot
Whitney:awe you mad Daddy
Michael:nope
Whitney:awe... well that's too bad
Michael:awe come on nip *they both giggled*
Whitney:I got my stuff back... ha ha ha
Michael:I don't care *he kissed her and then their families walked in*
Katherine:hey you two
Whit and Mike:hi
Cissy:*she walked over to them and kissed them after Katie* how you feeling?
Whitney:better than I did when she was in
Cissy:that's good
Janet:what did you name her sis?
Whitney:Kadence Elizabeth Houston Jackson *they all cooed*
Latoya:that's sooo cute nippy
Whitney:thank you
Katherine:you were helping her through everything huh Michael?
Michael:yes I was. . . Besides being cursed at, yelled to and shushed, I still stuck in there *they all laughed*
Whitney:I'm sorry
Kristina,jazzy who was only a few months and was walking and Jermaine then walked in...
Jazzy:nana!! *she screamed and waddled to Nippy*
Whitney:hey nana's little pumpkin *she picked her up and kissed her* awe look at you
Jazzy:baby *she pointed to Cissy now holding Kady*
Whitney:yeah that's your little cousin... her names Kadence
Jazzy:Ka-Kady
Whitney:yeah
Kristina:hey baby *she kissed Nippy and Michael* how you?
Whitney:I'm good. . . And I know your not pregnant again *she smiled*
Kristina:it's getting there but yeah *she rubbed her 4 month belly*
Whitney:what is it?
Kristina:another girl
Jermaine:and I only did that to get a son and now we're gonna have to try again
Jackie:ain't nothing wrong with that
Jermaine:well I want a son so we gone keep trying
Marlon:what if the next ones are girls?
Jermaine:then you keep trying
Kristina:I hope you don't think I'm gonna be up for that
Jermaine:why?
Kristina:cause I don't want no more than three. . . Our nephews are like your sons
Jermaine:I still want a son. . . Nothing's gonna change my mind so
Kristina:whatever. . . At least we know where having another girl
Jermaine:and we're going to try again
Kristina:mhm, whatever you say baby
Jermaine:it's what I say *he smiled*
Kristina:okay *they all started laughing at them*
Soon everyone left and ended up coming back with customized gifts for Kadence,Michael and Nippy and then left again after kissing them and soon Mike and Nippy went to sleep...
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The next day
Whitney:you ready to go home princess. . . *she saw as Kadence smiled* Yeah
Michael:I wonder who came up with the idea of getting her name on everything
Whitney:they probably noticed her sack and just decided to do it
Michael:I actually love this. . . We need to do this with all of our babies
Whitney:yeah... that'll be cute
Michael:they even have her birthday on a majority of it
Whitney:awe look at that. . . I love that made in California onesie
Michael:that's wonderful and the glass piece with her little feet... "Kadence Elizabeth Jackson, February 7,1993 at 12:34am... 8 pounds 9 ounces 19 inches. . . Damn! They got all my child's information *whitney laughed* this is actually very creative I must say
Whitney:stop cursing in front of the baby
Michael:oh I'm sorry. . . Daddy's sorry *he kissed Kady* . . . Kady Daddy's little lady *she smiled at him* awe she likes that
Whitney:and I see she has all this pink when her room is a majority of blues and light pinks
Michael:babe, pink is pink
Whitney:no there's all kinds of shades
Michael:okay
They finished getting everything and soon left out the room and signed out and headed for the house...
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