Love Will Save The Day (Slow Updates) I DON'T REALLY CARE FOR THIS STORYYY

Chapter 16 (continued)

𝔸 𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 ℙ𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕒 ℂ𝕒𝕟𝕒 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕝 𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕞 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕦𝕡 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 "𝕁𝕠𝕙𝕟𝕟𝕪 𝔾𝕚𝕝𝕝-𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤"...

Whitney:*panted heavily* oh.. my- baby

Michael:what? *smirked*

Whitney:no- no more... okay

Michael:what? Woman, you can't stop me from fucking you

Whitney:watch. . . . Babyyy *whined*

Michael:what?

Whitney:you were really serious

Michael:duh *snickered* EVERY DAY BABY!!.... I'm gone enjoy my time with you until we're old and gray.... plus I needed a break from our little diva

Whitney:I miss my baby *sat up with the sheet over her breast*

Michael:I do too

Whitney:so can we-

Michael:NO! *cut her off* we are not going home. That child drives me crazy. . . But I love her sooo much... that's my twin right there

Whitney:uh, I wasn't even going to say anything about going home why you interrupting me

Michael:yes you was so stop

Whitney:*pouted* me miss my baby tho

Michael:that's why I just impregnated you with about 4

Whitney:mnh mnh, don't say that. I swear you will be getting someone else to carry them cause it's not going to be me *got out the bed and walked to the bathroom*

Michael:I guarantee you, you pregnant with at least two then

Whitney:well I can do two

Michael:I ain't tryna ruin the moment or whatever but you must don't remember what you told me while in the middle of giving birth to Kady

Whitney:oh trust me, I do remember... it's just that I'm going to make sure I tell him to cut me for the next one

Michael:your not doing that

Whitney:it's my body

Michael:why you can't just do it naturally?

Whitney:I'm not even surprised that you don't know why but I will NOT be having my next natural... and twins? No. Too many hours of labor and pain will kill me

Michael:you have a low tolerance for pain babe

Whitney:I thought you knew *tilted her head as she spoke sarcastically*

Michael:shut up

Whitney:no

Michael:I mean that tolerance be real high when I'm hittin it right

Whitney:*snickered* okay, now you shut up

Michael:be getting that ass right real quick *walked in the bathroom with her* you know I drive you crazy

Whitney:yeah you do

Michael:*wrapped his arms around her* can I drive you crazy right now *kissed her neck*