Michael POV
I saw my daughters sitting at the pool, playing trouble or UNO or reading or swimming. They were all laughing and smiling. This is what I like. Not them all arguing. It makes me nausea.
Whitney handed me a cup of blue.....something. It didn't look like juice. She was wearing her bikini. I don't like it. I think its so...so...exposing. And you never know who's watching our home. She told me to shup up and and give her a boost to walk outside.
"Are you trying to drug me?" I asked.
I watched as she chugged down the stuff. "Its my new invention."
Lately she's been experimenting on all types of fruits to make her own juice. I've tasted all...horrible.
I chugged down this sample and gagged.
"Blueberry with salt and garlic."
"Get away from me!" I said rinsing my mouth.
"Don't ya miss walking around naked?"
"What the- we have never walled around nude."
"Well, dontcha miss being affectionate to one another without having to worry about being caught?"
I smiled. Yesterday Jasmine caught us in a smooching session. Of course my long mouth daughter gave us a lecture.
I looked at Whitney and she was swaying. Side to side, slowly. Whitney didn't look so well. Her eyes were red around the rim and a little watery. And they kept rolling. I frowned. Suddenly she hugged me and tells me that she has a feeling.
"Are you high?" I whispered.
She laughed for a good five minutes. "No. I'm tired. Alright, I have to pee. Go talk to ya daughters."
I did as told. I sat next to Zayne who was playing UNO. She kissed my cheek. Letty looked between me and Jasmine. We haven't spoken a lot because I refuse to listen about my daughter sex life. Letty sees this.
"Hey, Jay May!" Letty said.
Jasmine was in the water splashing around. As a baby, she loved baths but when she came out for her first swim, she hated it. Now she loves it.
"What, bitch?!"
"Paul ever toss the salad?"
"WHOA!" I shouted.
Zayne and Jez howled with laughter.
"No, ass. The fuck."
I was pacing and Jasmine saw me. She got out the water a came to me and pushed me in. What did I do? As a dad, I'm supposed to feel this way. I followed her into the house, both dripping like a goddamn Jerry Curl.
"If you don't care bout me no more, fine!"
"What are you talking about?" I rolled my eyes. Whitney walked by swaying and eating Gold fish as of she was on a cloud. I shook my head. "You're my oldest..." I say when Whit is gone. "I don't wanna hear about my baby being...uhm...penetrated. Its horrifying. I will like Paul more if you stop announcing every time you..."
"Have sex? Make love? Fuck? Get eaten? Be loved?"
"Your so hardheaded!" I shouted.
"You and Mommy go around showing your love life!"
"One kiss." I said. Jasmine sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes. "All right..."
"Sorry to yell ya...we hear everything!"
That stopped me. "I refuse to have this conversation with you."
Jasmine sighed. "Okay, Dad!"
Ouch! In all her life, Jasmine May Jackson has never ever called me anything but Daddy. The word Dad sounds disgusting coming out her mouth. It horrified me for a minute. I watched as the Traitor walked out.
- yo . I was in the pizza shop yesterday and ordered a pie . this fool gonna try and charged me thirty dollars . I was like uhuh honey ! Go somewhere witcho broke ass . I politely handed him a ten and bounced after cursing him out . that pizza was good tho .
-I've miss ya'll !
-ChunkyMonkey
