Michael POV
My daughter, first daughter, is engaged. Wow. I found out in the mail. We were invited to a engagement party somewhere called Meadow Rain. I was so happy for my baby girl. She's growing up. The first out of all my babies to actually get engaged.
"I think she's rushing in to it." Whitney said as we prepared for bed.
"How?"
"They only been together for two months, Michael. She barely knows him. We were together for five years before you proposed and a year before we got married."
"Biggie and Faith got together only nine days after meeting." I pointed out.
"What the- uhm... What does that have to do with us or our daughter. You see how quick they divorced right?"
"I'm just saying. Maybe she is really in love. Ya know?" I shrugged.
"I guess. I'll call her tomorrow. But wait- didn't she cut us off? I'm not going." Whitney told me.
"You know how she is. We're going to her party and we're gonna have fun and support whatever decisions our daughter makes. Okay? Now, goodnight. I love you." I gave her a small kiss.
"Love you more."
"I highly doubt that."
Whitney laughed and she turned off her lamp. I turned on my side and snuggled under the covers. It was around three when I felt something flop on my body. I screamed and jumped.
"What the?" I turned on my lamp.
"Did she really get engaged? Can't believe this shit!" Letty screamed.
"Do you think Paul is beating her?" Brandon frowned.
"Excuse me." I said.
"I doubt it. His white ass won't hurt a fly." Zayne chimed it.
"Hey!" Whitney screamed.
"Oh, hey guys!" Letty smiled.
"Why are y'all here?" I asked.
"Oh, we planned to surprise y'all with this." Cherokee handed me a box.
I opened it and pulled out a huge picture. It was of us. We were in a garden, kissing. I smiled.
"Its gorgeous. But..."
"Listen, we hardly see you guys besides Christmas. We figured we wanted to hang out with you guys. Plus, Jezell told Cher that she thinks you guys are divorcing." Cherokees told me.
"Oh, gee. Okay. Uhm. Just..." Whitney sighed.
"Okay. You guys, let us go back to sleep. Okay? We'll talk tomorrow. Thanks for the painting." I smiled.
One by one they filed out the room. I fell back asleep like at five.
-I can be a Lady in the street in a dress with her hair tied up , or I can be a freak in the sheets in the room with her hands tied up -
-my GRANDMA is frfr trying to use IG . Like I said ,u can't zoom in on the pictures on IG . old people make my stomach hurt . now she's singing .
- Oh and ain't those shoes that I put up top dope ? Mj got it going on .
-ChunkyMonkey
