Whitney
"What did he say?" Bobby asked me as I was being on the way to a sound check.
"Hey said he wasn't taking her back to my mom's house and we will take will I get a break from the tour." I told him as I laid my head back on the head rest.
"And thats it. Did you tell him you will call the police?" He asked me.
"First off Bobby he knows I'm not going to call the police. As much as I hate him I don't want anyone to find out about her during this time. As for you why do you care?" I asked him. I felt him burning a hole in the side of my face as his eyes were on him.
"How can you ask me that, have I not been with you since the beginning. Since you slept with Michael and got pregnant with yall so called love child? Hell I'm still with you and I don't know why but I'm still here."He told me.
"Don't push this all on me like you so damn innocent. How many times have I had to tell your daughter why her father is not here when he is really just in jail!" I yelled to him as we went back and forth in the back of my limo.
"You know what driver can you let right here." He told the driver. I crossed my arms and sat back.
"Uh you sure Mr Brown?" The driver asked.
"Yeah man I will call somebody to drive me back." The told the driver back as he got the limo.
ASSHOLE
Michael call my manager and let me talk to Michaela every chance I got. The conversations always went were pleasant until about late October. I think she was getting tried of only talking to me through the phone.
Phone conversation
Whitney-hello
Michaela-hi mommy
Whitney- Hey my Mya. How are you doing?
Michaela-I fine mommy.(she huffed)
Whitney- you sure Mya. I miss you
Michaela- When will I see you?
Whitney- as soon as I finish with my tour Mya give me 1 month okay?
Michaela- Bye mommy
Whitney- No baby wait. I love you Mya
Michael- Sorry Whitney she doesn't want to talk anymore.
Whitney- It's okay it's not your fault. I really do miss her. I haven't had a break in a while, but I'm finish in the beginning of November. I will come to her as soon as I can.
Michael- Okay Whitney, just let us know. I don't want to get her hopes up. I think she really misses you. Is this the longest she has gone without seeing you?
Whitney- yes (rubbing my temple)
Michael- okay. Have a nice show.
Whitney- thanks
End of Phone Conversation
Michael
"Okay can you play that back?" I told the engineer I was working with.
I left the kids with the nanny. She started schooling Michaela when she moved in. She was liking it until about a few days ago. Now she is giving the nanny a hard time.
"Michael come take a break" I heard Jermaine's voice.
I took the headphone off and left the booth and sat down jn one of the sofas.
"Jermaine you know I don't like anyone interrupting me." I told him and I took a sip of my water
"I know but your big brother just came to see about you and my nieces and nephew." He told me.
"Okay. And they are fine they have a nanny that keeps them while were here in NewYork and when I trying to get away which is not often now what do you want?" I asked him.
"Why are you here in New York?" He asked me.
"I'm wanted to give her a different scenery then just my house and Neverland." I told him.
"Well how is is doing? And be honest." He asked me.
"Being honest it was going good. Until her last phone call with Whitney. For a five year old she has these fits that are out of control" I explained to him.
"Sounds like you described yourself when you were that age." He told me.
"I wasn't that bad. But I think she is acting out cause she misses her mom. I didn't know this is the longest she has been without seeing Whitney." I told him
"And they talk on the phone you say?" He asked.
"Yes."
"Maybe you should do something help her let out some steam if she is having a fit." He told me.
"Like what?" I asked him.
"I don't know she is your daughter. How about you do something that helps you." He said.
I thought about what he said all the way to the penthouse we were staying in. When I walked into the house I didn't hear the kids so I went looking for them.
In the kitchen I found the nanny feeding Paris and Prince but no Michaela.
"Hey Maria where is Mya?" I asked her.
"Look in her room. I couldn't get her to come out the room today." She said as I kissed both Prince and Paris on the forehead and walked out the kitchen to the kids room.
She was sitting on the floor playing with blocks.
"Hey Mya can daddy get a hug I missed you today?" I asked her as she got up and gave me a hug.
"Aww thank you." I said as I hugged her back and picked her up. I then went to sit on her bed with her in my lap. I rubbed her back.
"Hey you want to play music with me?" I asked her. Her eyes lite up like I struck a match and she smiled.
"Okay I take that as a yes. Let's go" I picked her back up and we walked to the piano room. I sat her down beside me and begin playing. She watched me then I stopped and told her to give it a try.
She put her hands up on the keys then looked up at me for permission. I nodded and she played a few keys and for some reason it didn't sound bad. So I played a little and she played a few keys from what I played. I feel like we came up with our own melody and her mood was already better...
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FanfictionThis is about Whitney Houston and Michael Jackson love child... Michaela Willow Houston Jackson
