obama family ~ part three

chapter fifty seven

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malia dropped to the floor crying, bawling her eyes out. those were words she never wanted to hear! NEVER! "lia, i'm so sorry!" jordan rushed over to her side. "barack you shouldn't have did that!" michelle said. "yes i should have" barack didn't wanna hear it. he paced the floor holding hand. "let me see your hand." michelle said to him. "don't touch me" barack snatched his hand away from her. michelle heard malia yelling. "I HATE MYSELF, HE'S NEVER GONNA FORGIVE ME." her voice cracked. michelle felt sad for malia because about 20 something years ago she was her! "you had no right too!" michelle continued. "michelle this my daughter we are talking about here!" barack said. some how emmalin was still sleeping. "our daughter! barack you have to realize baby, not too long ago we were them!" michelle said. "it's different tho!" he sighed out. "how! please tell me how!" she begged. "don't do this with me! not now!" barack said to her. "no! i want you to tell me, how they are different from us almost 24 years ago." michelle put her hands on her hips. barack sat on the couch putting his head in his hands. michelle sat beside him rubbing his back. "their young and in love barack! just like we were!" michelle said.
"miche, it's just hard!" he cried. "she's my babygirl, my sweet little girl!" barack had tears falling. "she grown up! she's a women now. yeah, she'll always be your little girl but she will become someone's wife, someone's mother!" michelle spoke. "why couldn't she stay little! why!" he huffed out throwing his hands in the air. "look, i think you should go apologize to her barack, she's devastated!" michelle said. "no! im not apologizing! if anything she's the one who needs to apologize."barack stood his ground. "YES YOU DO NEED APOLOGIZE!" michelle yelled getting angry. "why! tell me one good reason and i will apologize." he fired back. "BECAUSE I WAS HER! I KNOW HOW SHE IS FEELING RIGHT NOW! AND IF YOU DON'T FIX IT NOW SHE'LL LOOK AT YOU THE SAME!" michelle yelled on the brink of tears thinking back to when she went through the same thing with her father. "YOU ARE NOT HER! WHEN WE FUCKED, WE ALWAYS MADE YOUR PARENTS WERE SLEEP OR GONE! NOT UP AND IN THE NEXT ROOM OVER!" he yelled back. "your missing my point!" michelle pinched the bridge of her nose. "just forget! you want to ruin ur relationship with our daughter go right head by all means! then it's gonna drive you crazy like it my dad cause they are going to sneak around on you!" michelle said.
"there's a difference! I was knocking your shit out the park!" barack spoke confidently, smirking. "haha! and how do you know he not knocking it out the park with malia huh!" barack got mad all over again! "SHUT UP! CAUSE I PUT A RING ON IT! HAS HE?" barack was just being petty now. "what does that have to do with anything?! you put a ring on my finger almost four years after we met!" michelle said. barack knew he was pushing her button......he needed to let her cool down cause she can hurtful with words when she's mad! "i'm going to the oval!" he headed for the door. "don't you leave without kissing her!" he heard toots voice in his head as he grabbed the door knob. he turned around speed to her, grabbing her waist pulling her close kissing her passionately. "i love you" he squeezed her  ass, giving it a slap! "love you too" she mumbled, clearly aggravated with him.