Michael Jackson and Whitney Houston

Time Is Flying By Fast

Michael's POV

Wow! Everything was going by way too fast. I mean Jasmine. She's already two months. It's incredible. She's brightens my world. Literally. She knows who's who. Like I'll say the word 'Daddy' and she'll look for me and the same for Whitney. She's already lifting her head. And she's spoiled and bad. She plays mind games. Like, when we put her in her crib she pretends to be asleep. But when we get in bed we hear her crying on the baby monitor. And the part that gets me mad is that when we come in her room to see what's wrong she starts smiling. But it's hard not to love that face.

And Whitney, she's been very happy lately. I don't know why. She just walks around humming and smiling. Just a month ago she was very needy and whiny. But now she's perfect. She lost a little weight. And her hair has grown out. Now it's just in these small thick curls and still goldish blond. She's still very beautiful. I love her more and more each day.

And me...I'm fine. I'm working on some songs that popped into my brain. But I'm not gonna make an album now. Ima let Bad have it's fan for a while and then drop an album. Whitney suggested it be a surprise album. Like, no one knows I'm releasing an album and when I do drop it, people would fly right to whatever store sells it. Unique. But I'm not focusing on that now. And I have a strong bond with Bobby. Like we share our history about our childhood and about why we left our groups. He's a real cool guy. In a few weeks Whitney and I are throwing a party for Elizabeth. Her birthday is coming up. Everyone's coming. It's gonna be a night party though. Cissy was gonna watch Jasmine at her house. My family is coming. Everyone except Joseph and if you think ima leave my child alone with him...you're crazy.

But there's been one thing on my mind lately. Latoya. She's doing much better especially after her divorce with Jack. Thank god she finally left him. The guys were planning on beating him but if they did that, it'll hurt Latoya even more. But I feel like she's holding something back. She only told us he abused her. But I know my sister. And my sister is holding something back. I remember when me and Toy were in our teen years we got so close. And she has OCD. Obsession Compulsive Disorder. So everything that she sees has to be spotless. And her room used to be all white. Even her bed sheets. So I would take off my shoes, run down the hall and just jump on her bed to make her mad. She would always call my mother and everyone would just crack up.

"Mikey, so what's gonna be the theme of Liz's party?" Whitney asked holding a clipboard.

"First off, why do you have clipboard? You're not in a office. And I don't know. But Liz likes fancy stuff." I said.

"Since you're her best friend you should know these things." Whitney said pulling a pen out from her ear.

"Whitney, you're at home. Not in a office or things like that." I said.

"What's her favorite cake?" She ignored me.

"Vanilla with filling in the middle and strawberry frosting." I answer.

"Food?" Whitney asked taking notes.

"Mostly seafood." I nodded.

"Size shoe?"

"Why would I know the size of her feet?" I looked at Whitney.

"What's her favorite color?" Whitney was acting as if she was the secretary for the President.

"Red, black, pink, white, purple, gold, silver, blue, yellow, orange, green." I named.

"You could've just said all the colors." She rolled her eyes.

"Well, those aren't the only colors. There's hot pink and baby blue and lime green-" I began.

"You know what I mean." She said putting her clip board down. "I have the perfect image of the party."

"Go for it." I said.

"Bright lights hanging around the trees, lighting everything up. Tables for every guest and their company. A stage for the people to say stuff about her or preform if they want." She said.

"That's deep." I nodded.

"So you wanna do it that way?" Whitney asked.

"Absolutely not." I said.

"Bye, Michael." She started getting up.

"Baby, I'm just playing. Calm down." I grab her wrist and pull her back.

She leaned into my side and I wrapped my arm around her shoulder. We sat there for a minute watching Jasmine sleep in her moving swing. We had put on Spongebob for her to watch as she was rocking in her swing but now she's sleep.

"My baby." I whispered.

"Get away from me, Michael." Nippy said dully.

"What did I do?" I asked confused as she got up.

"Your baby?" She hissed. "There's no I in team."

"There's no U either. Come here. Relax." I said.

After a few minutes of giving me a dirty look she finally smiled and relaxed back into me.

"I can't stand you." She chuckled.

"I know. I purposely annoy you." I said kissing the top of her head.

"I'm thinking about going black." She said.

"Wow, Whitney. Get off of me." I said.

"What did I do?" She asked sprawling herself all over me so I couldn't get up.

"Just because my skin color is white doesn't mean I'm not black."

"Michael, what are you talking about?" She asked. "I'm talking about my hair."

"Oh." I said blushing.

"You are so silly." She chuckled. "So who is coming to the party?"

"Brooke, Diana, my family, Tatiana, Liza, Lionel, Quincy, Oprah, Madonna, Macaulay, Marc, Paul, and Bobby." I listed.

She stayed quiet and I felt her tense up. Something's wrong.

"Babe, what's wrong?"

"Nothing." She said.

"Something's wrong-" I began.

"Ima go and put Jasmine in her crib and then ima go to sleep. Long day. I'm tired." She said getting up.

"Fine, Whitney." I breathe in aggravation.

"You coming up?" She asked put Jasmine on her chest.

"No. Not yet." I said dully.

"Okay, baby." She blew me a kiss and walked upstairs.

-So y'all are really mad about Bobby 😡 ? I wanted a little twist 😒 ! U never know wats gonna happen so relax. 😔

-Anyway, y'all don't have to ask me to update 😒 ... I mean u could if u want but u don't have too ... I update like twice or once a day 😳 ... Sometimes I already have chapters waiting to be published but don't publish them . 😞

-ChunkyMonkey🙊