Whitney POV
I threw my clutch on the couch with a sigh. It's official. My son is never gonna be able to give me a hug or kiss or even a phone call anymore.
The funeral was very sad. I sang his favorite song, Greatest Love of All for him. I'm sure he was listening. I even caught a glimpse of him standing behind one of the graves. He was watching me.
"You want some soup? You don't look so good." Michael asked.
"Soup sounds good." I nodded and crossed my arms.
He kissed my cheek and vanished in the kitchen. I sat on the couch. Jezell went home with Zayne. Just for some sister time. So it was just me and Michael for a few month. Just to heal.
I turned on the TV and saw Spongebob. That's my brother. When I was pregnant with Jasmine, I always watched the yellow square fucker.
Things are going to be different. I can never again say I have six kids. Only five now and that breaks me terribly. I sighed, trying to hold in tears.
Michael hands me my soup and I smiled. He sat across from me.
"How you feel?"
"Well, my son just died so I'm feeling depressed."
"That's normal." Michael said
"Duh."
"Why are you being mean?" He frowned.
"Dont like it divorce me." I shrugged.
"Oh so that what you going back to? Every argument is gonna fall back to divorce? Wow. That's incredible." Michael got up and walked out.
I followed him. "You know I didn't mean it. I was just being a grouch." I told him.
He went into our bedroom. "Grouch? That's should be your new name." He gave me a small smile.
"Shut up." I returned his smiled.
"Wanna watch movies and drink Pepsi shakes for the rest of day?"
"That sounds good. I'm gonna changed into some pajamas."
He noddd and walked out. I waited until I heard the front door slam and saw him walking to the golf cart out the window. I ran to my night stand and did ten lines. Just to get me through the day. I quickly changed into my Hello Kitty pajamas and quickly went to the theater.
- Shut up and Dance with me -
- I know it's a short chapter but I just woke up so ....
- ChunkyMonkey
