obama family ~ part three

chapter thirty five.

POV:
     "sasha your fourteen years old! what do you need to know about sex sweetie!" michelle said. "mom i feel left out! my friends make jokes about it and i don't know anything." sasha said. "i'm not following, you want to know about it so you want feel stupid." michelle raised her eyebrow. "i just want to know if it hurts? what does it feel? just simply things" sash said. "it feels different for every woman! just depends how you ask." michelle said. "well what is it like for you with dad?" sasha asked just wanting to play with fire! thank god barack walked in! save by the bell. "what are y'all talking about?" he asked. "nothing! night momma! night dad!" sasha bolted out the door. "what was that about?" barack asked. "she wants to know about sex! our sex. i'll be back imma put her down." michelle left to put their daughter in her nursery. barack couldn't believe what he just heard. did she tell her about? what made sasha ask about it?. "i blame you for this!" barack said. "me! what the hell did i do?" michelle asked as they got ready for bed. "you are her mother! she hears us in bed. you shouldn't be so loud." barack said.
    "babe! she's fourteen! and besides i think this is your fault" michelle fried back. "really! my fault! ha i have to here this!" he said sarcastically. "because your always horny or turned on! you come home ready to jump my bones!" she said. "you grope me sometimes in front of them! you don't think for one second they don't see that shit." michelle stated. "okay! okay! maybe we're both to blame" he mumbled. "what do we do! sasha only fourteen!" barack cried out. "well we put malia on the pill at fourteen. maybe we have to the same with her." she huffed out. "while that's cause lia was with jordan" barack cringed on the inside. "fuck! i will murder any boy that does the things that i do to you to my daughter! ugh god! miche! this is your fault!" barack wanted to throw up. "and we are back on this again." michelle rolled her eyes. the conversation was going in circles. "why did we have daughters!" he cried out to her. he didn't mean it but he doesn't want his daughters getting the back broke out of them like their mother. "you always said you wanted girls! no boys! now you have three so deal with! i don't control the gender! so don't blame me!" michelle said.
     "okay but i just....just can't imagine some punk all over my little girl! i can't even think of a boy undressing our daughter at ANY age! oh god shit! EMMY!" he remembered her. "what about her? she's 11 months old barack!" michelle laughed. "emmalin is a cardboard cut out of you! boys are gonna be all over her when she hits puberty! he slammed his fists in the mattress. "now you know how my father felt with me. especially when we started seeing each other." michelle confused. "can you imagine if your dad knew what i do to his precious little girl" barack shook his head. he has done so very, very, very, very, very, very, very, dirty thing to fraser's daughter. unspeakable, kinky, make home movie type things. "he wouldn't forgive you at all" michelle laughed. emmalin started to cry through the monitor. michelle left to go get her. "barack, i think she's dealing with separation anxiety" michelle said. "what makes you say that" barack raised his eyebrow. "i've noticed how she cry's differently when we put her down just for a second or how she grasped onto me tightly when i try to put her down." michelle held her close. "what do you mean cry differently" barack asked.
"the cry is more like a ache and scream" michelle watched her sleep. "look see how she grasping onto me now". michelle laid her down. she started crying at the top of her lungs. "awww emmy mommy's right here" michelle kissed her cheek picking her back up. it just broke barack's heart hearing her cry like that.