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"i'm pregnant..." malia spoke. michelle jaw hit the floor. "your pregnant....like with child?" she asked. "yes mom. i know im not married yet and all that!!" malia said. "well you guys are engaged, your fathers the one that's gonna flip!" she said. "please don't tell daddy!!! please, don't even tell jordan when you walk out..." malia begged. "okay i won't say anything." michelle said. after about an hour michelle headed home, kissing her daughter goodbye. michelle walked into their bedroom seeing barack and emmalin snuggled up in bed eating from a carton of ice cream. michelle laughed as her husband and daughter tried to hide it. "you two!!" she shook her head. "hii we wanted a little snack plus all the breast milk is froze so i couldn't make her a bottle! then we decided on ice cream! isn't the right babygirl?" barack asked feeding emmalin a spoonful of ice cream. "b, you've gotta stop doing this!!" michelle said taking off her hoodie and leggings changing in some shorts and a tank top. "hey...she was crying!!! with a cry like hers she can have all the ice cream in the world!!" he smiled kissing emmy's cheek.
"little girl you've got it made!" michelle said getting in bed. "what did they say about lia?" barack asked. "uhh um she's got the flu!!" she lied. "the flu..." he said looking at her sideways as emmalin ate some more ice cream. "mmm!" she hummed doing a little dance. both of them laughed at her. "don't give her anymore ice cream! her belly's going to be poking out!" michelle said. barack put the cap on the carton of ice cream. "all gone!!" he said. she crossed her arms and pouted. "nooo put the lips back in!!!" barack's heart couldn't take her looking at him like that. emmy turned reaching for michelle as she started to cry. "aww daddy took away your ice cream?? it's okay..." michelle said soothing her. "here" barack said feeding her a spoonful of ice cream. "mmm" emmy hummed happy she got her way again. "babe!!!" michelle groaned in aggravation. "what...?" barack asked. "no more ice cream! go put it back in the kitchen!!" michelle said to him. "but..." he said. "no buts!! go!!" michelle said. the second barack walked out, emmy started crying. "it's okay." michelle said letting her cry it out.
barack came back in from the kitchen. emmalin had calmed down a bit. she curled up under barack, sucking on her pacifier. "you've got her ruined!" michelle shook her head. he smiled down at emmy, her eyes closing as she went to sleep. "gosh she's prefect..." barack said softly. "yeah...yeah she is." michelle grinned. they laid in behind watching tv and cuddling.
