obama family ~ part three

chapter thirty seven

POV:
   today is emmy's first birthday! barack and michelle are going all out for their sweet girl! malia is back from Paris. right now emmalin and camden are sleeping peacefully in between their by parents, who have their arms wrapped around them. barack's wake up call rang pulling him out of bed with his wife and two youngest kids. "morning" michelle got out of bed not long after he got up. "good morning wife" he kisses her cheek. "i'm only going in till 12" he informed her. "that's okay her party isn't until 2, so that will work" she said. "look at them" barack slimed. cam had his arm around emmy. "the reason i live and go so hard" barack thought to himself. "oh i have an interview with steve harvey at eleven o clock" he whispered trying not to wake them. "okay!" michelle started the shower. "i love you" he slapped her ass. "love you too" michelle rolled her eyes. michelle showered for about 10 minutes. emmy and cam are still sleeping. michelle got some time alone, that she really needed it though. she knew it wouldn't be long before emmy would wake up hungry and demanding a feeding.
"mister president, man!" steve said. "steve! what's going on, man?" barack asked. "nothing much , you know ur wife and my wife had lunch together not to long before ur daughter was born." steve said. "she gave marjorie baby fever" steve huffed. "really?" barack chuckled. "yeahhh she wants to try!" steve sighed. "well michelle, god i love that woman. emmalin is officially one today and cams almost three! but michelle was really done after sasha but you know things happened. well she asked for cam but emmy wasn't supposed to happen" he laughed. "so what's it like having grown ups and babies in the house?" harvey asked. "well malia's 17, sasha's 14, ashton's 12, camden is 3, and emma is 1. it's hurting a bit that my first girl will be grown this year and going to college" barack said. "DADAAA!" cam came running into the map room. "heyyy big guy!" barack picked him up. "can you say hi to mr. harvey" barack asked him. "hii" camden slimed. "hello handsome, you look just like your dad" steve said. "everyone says that!" barack laughed. "did you ever think you would have a son" steve asked. "nope! not at all!" barack slimed at camden who was playing with his hand. cam made the interview much more funny!
"so what does dada say when sunny pee's on the floor?" barack asked camden. "get...your...butt....in... the.....cage!" camden impersonated barack. "yup you nailed it! that's actually what daddy says. what scary is you tell her that when she pee's on the floor. and dada doesn't like!" barack said. "nooo" cam said sadly. "but everytime she poops on the floor daddy get angry." barack said to him. "yeah dada like this" camden made a mad face. steve bussed out laughing! "but do you go get to help dada out!" barack asked him. "THE SPRAYER" camden squealed. everyone laughed. meanwhile in the nursery michelle and emmy are going at it. "emmalin stop it now!" michelle said. michelle was folding her clothes putting them in her drawers and emmalin was  taking them out throwing it on the floor. "hehehe" she laughed throwing one of her onesies on the floor. michelle huffed picking it up. "MAMA!" she slimed. "don't mama me you made the mess!" michelle said. emmy slimed devilishly standing, grabbing a hand of out the draw launching it across the room. "em!" michelle grunted. "what's she doing now?" barack walked in holding camden. "i'm folding her clothes and she taking them out throwing it." michelle said.
       "are you being a bad girl grace?" barack asked picking her up. "say yes i am!" michelle said. michelle finished organizing her things and got ready for her emmalins first birthday party!