Michael Jackson and Whitney Houston

Not Giving up

Whitney POV

Jasmine angrily sceamed. All yesterday, all night, now this morning. I was honestly getting pissed the freak off. I wish they can just say what's wrong. We found out yesterday at noon. She bit my hand when I was laying down and I felt something hard so I felt around and felt a tooth. My baby was growng a tooth. So I got oragel, Humpry's and put teeth rings in a freezer ad have inffant Tylenol.

I put some oragel on my finger and rubbed it on top and bottom gums. She now at the fighting stage. She's hitting, banging her hand on her high chairs, pulling hair and so much more. She runs around in a walker. She's proggessed so much.

"Jasmine, please stop. For mommy." I pleaded. It dd no use.

Michael came in with a small, plastic, baby syringe and bottle of Tylenol. He sucked in some medicine in the syringe and stuck it in her mouth. He closed the Tylenol bottle and pick her up.

"My baby in pain. All better. Daddy loves you. Muahh." Michael said in a baby voice.

He was such a great Dad. He's always willing to take her or watch her or anything that pertains to his daughter. It's beauutiful actually. I joke around with Michael and say if we ever split, he'll be paying child support. I don't care how much money I have. Nah, I'm just joking. We'd never split. After everything we done been through, we should be named the Power Couple.

"I wanna do another photto shoot of her." I told Michael.

"We have like one hundred photos of her." Michael pointed out as if it made a difference to me. Cause honestly, it f*cking didn't."

"I'll set it up this week." I said.

"Why would you ask me if you were just gonna do it?" He rolled his eyes. Jasmine grabbed a fistful of his curls.

"I don't know. Anyway, how would you like going out to a family dinner?"

Michael managed to pry her fingers off. He put her down and rubbed her hair. "Absoloutly not."

"She's seven months and hasn't explored the world." I argued.

"Whitney, I said no." He had the tone of voice that meant he wasn't budging.

"Give me an explanation. Let her go places. Europe, Moscow, Puerto Rico. Come on."

He didn't answer. He had his jaw set.

"Just one trip."

"No!" He shouted, causing Jasmine to jump. He picked her up before she can cry. "You see her? She's Michael Jackson and Whitney Houston daughter. Th daughter of a male that has the biggest selling album of all time. The daughter of the female that..."

"I get it."

"She was born famous, Whitney. They already have rumors out. Am I her real dad? Was it made up for attention? Imagine if they see her. You know her skin has lightened dramatically. She's lighter than LaToya. They'd think she isn't mine."

"She has your eyes and laugh. Give me a break."

"They'll be on her like white on rice. No. I'm not letting her go anywhere! And that's final!"

"But-" I began.

"Whitney, I'm not having this conversation with you. Okay? Just stop.

I threw my hands in the air and shrugged. "I'm not giving up. Sorry."

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- I know ya'll getting tired of me crying wolf . I wanted to wait a while before writing . Stuff is just pouring out .

-ChunkyMonkey