obama family ~ part three

chapter forty one

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"oh no! you walked in on them. i'm so sorry you had to see that ash!" malia asked him. he nodded devastatingly. ashton couldn't believe what he just saw. michelle walked in malias room. "ash let us explai~" michelle was cut off. "no! no! don't touch me mom!" ashton stormed out running to his room slamming his door. his voice was getting deeper by the day, he was getting taller every second, and he had michelle's attitude! "mom just give him some time, he's still in shock!" malia said. "I CANT BELIEVE MY FUCKING PARENTS" ashton yelled punching the hell out of the pillow on his bed. "THIS IS BULLSHIT" he yelled loud enough for barack and michelle to hear. "barack what do we do!" michelle huffed out. "michelle, i'll talk to him. just give him a few minutes. he's hotheaded right now that's all." barack said. "it's your fault!" michelle yelled. "mines! really! if i recall we were both in the position! correct?!" barack asked. michelle rolled her eyes! "smartass!" she said under her breath. barack heard it. "keep on michelle!" he smirked. she mocked him. "stop it right now!" he grunted. he hated when she was bitchy. she mocked him again. "WHEN YOUR READY TO ACT LIKE MY WIFE AND A ADULT AND NOT A FUCKING KINDERGARTEN! COME TALK TO ME!" he was feed up with her bull rn.
barack walked out slamming the door! michelle rolled her eyes. the slamming of the door woke emmy up. "great! just great!" she left going to nurse her. "Ashton" barack knocked on the door. he has his airpods in blasting music, blocking out the world. he walked in his sons room. "GET OUT!" ashton yelled at his father. "no! we are going to talk." barack said. "no! i'm not talking to you or mom!" ashton stood up being almost eye to eye with barack. ashton's is almost eleven years old. "sit down ashton!" barack demanded. he sat down on the bed, taking out his airpods. "speak. whatever your feeling about me and your mother let it out! i don't care what it is." barack said to him. "why can't i have a normal mom!" he cried out. "what do you mean" barack asked. "like every guy in my class thinks momma is hot!" ashton said. "moms pretty and in shape! she has a nice body and everything! that's not normal dad! most moms are ugly and have horrible figures." ash explained. "son, i can't help that your mother is that way. your mom has always looked like that." barack said to his son. "all they talk about is her body dad! does that not piss you off cause it does to me." ashton asked. "seems like i've got myself a milf!" barack slimed. "DAD OH MY GOD! GROSS! HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT WORD!" ashton exclaimed.
barack laughed at him. "look what i really want to do is apologize for what you saw" barack said. "i didn't your parts worked anymore dad." ashton said bluntly. "we had emmy didn't we" barack teased. "look son, just wanted to that we are sorry. now i have deal with mom" barack got up and walked out. michelle was in emmalin nursery, nursing her. barack open the door, seeing michelle in the rocking chair adoring their daughter. he slimed slightly. emmy unlatched turning her head when her father walked in. she slimed at him, before latching back on. "good morning princess!" he kissed her cheek. "is he okay?" michelle asked. "are you done bitching?" he asked back. michelle rolled her eyes. "yes! im done". "well he's upset that his moms a milf." barack said. "what's that mean" michelle was confused. "moms- i- like- too- fuck!" barack said. "OH MY GOD! WHO WANTS TO DO THAT." michelle exclaimed. "his friends think ur hot. he said that it's not fair that his mom is sexy and attractive. and that it's not cool that his parents have sex still. can you believe he thought my magic stick didn't work anymore!" barack said.
michelle laughed at that. emmy was done eating. "MAMA!" she yelled. "yes?" michelle slimed. she said some gibberish, causing them to laugh.