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We left the hospital two days later with an only four and a half pound baby. But besides being extra small, he was perfectly healthy and had a full name, Reign Graham Nelson. He was also getting the hang of nursing and healing nicely from his circumcision. Surprisingly, Devon was extra helpful and so very sweet to her new sibling. The only time there was a dispute was when Waverly wanted to pay attention to Reign too and Devon got a little too overprotective and overbearing. She wanted to do it all without any of her little sister's help. Of course, Waverly being Waverly, she always backed down without a fight but Prince and I would talk to Devon about how he was both of their's brother and she had to share him just like she does her toys. Before we even spent a full week together as a family of five, we were back in Vegas for more shows. Thankfully though Prince only had a few shows to finish out the month, and only several in March and April. So he would be home basically all the time to help out with juggling two kids and a newborn. So far though, it actually wasn't as overwhelming and difficult as I had envisioned. Reign was an easy baby and he had already become the apple of my eye. Guess it was that mommy/son bond thing people talk about. What I had been slightly jealous about when I felt like Devon and Waverly were daddy's girls. If Prince felt that Reign and I had a special bond, he sure didn't let on. He even opened up to the audience at the first show back, which was unfortunately on Valentine's Day. Not that we would have really had the option of an intimate dinner or anything with 3 kids and nobody to babysit them. Assuming lots of couples would be there on a date that night, Prince made this show a little more romantic than most. "Tonight is a night for being in love they say. How many people here are in love?" Prince says into the microphone. An uproar of applause and whistles was the response. "I think everyone should be in love. So if you're not, try it. I've been in love with 3 girls for a quite awhile now. That's nothing new though." He laughs. "Or that's what people thought anyway. But I'm about to confirm something else most people have always thought about me too. I recently fell head over heels for a boy. Fell hard and fast. He's not the first boy I've fallen in love with but this time God has hopefully blessed me with getting to keep him for the rest of my life. And what I know of him so far is every bit as good as those three beautiful girls that I thought had my whole heart. But, man, this boy has squeezed his way in effortlessly. Like I want to hold him in my arms and kiss him all the time. Just like those girls. Ok I've got to cut to the chase bc this guy down here is really eyeing me now." Prince jokes, referring to a fan near the front row. "I'm talking about my new son, sir. Don't get any ideas." The crowd dies laughing. "So whether you're in love with a partner or your children or whoever, I say let's celebrate that love!" Prince yells and transitions into a song. A couple of songs later, I noticed Prince all of a sudden walked off the stage but he was still playing his bass. All of a sudden he reappears in the VIP section and seems to be playing his instrument to someone. From where I was located on the side of the stage and the lights causing a glare, I couldn't make out much. However the crowd seemed to be going nuts so I assumed it was someone they recognized. Not long later, I went backstage to check on the girls and nurse Reign. Thankfully there was always enough staff and crew people that at least one of them could look after the kids when I wanted to watch the shows. "Hey so do you know if there is someone famous here tonight up in the VIP?" I casually asked Melissa, one of the wardrobe girls. "Um yeah, Michael freaking Jackson! Chris Tucker, will.i.am..." "Michael Jackson is here?!" I exclaimed, accidentally releasing Reign from my nipple, causing him to fuss. "Sorry, babyboy." I apologize, getting him back to nursing quickly. "Yep!" She gushed. "You know him?" "No! I've never even met him. But I'm gonna!" I laugh. I, shamefully, rushed the baby's feeding and made my way to the VIP section. I entered from behind them and as I got closer I could hear Michael saying "but why did he play the bass in my face?!" "Oh man that's just Prince. He probably thought it was funny or it is his way of acknowledging your presence or something." Chris replied. "No he's just a meanie. He's always been a meanie. Let's get out of here." Michael replies as he and Chris stand up to leave. They begin to climb the stairs towards me and I begin to move out of their way to let them by, trying to think of something to say. I tried giving a faint smile but neither made eye contact with me. Once they were a couple steps beyond me, I turned towards them and said "I'm sorry if he offended you. I'm sure he didn't mean any disrespect but he doesn't always realize..." "Who are you? His wife?" Michael asks. "Yes." I smile, closing the distancing between us and extending my hand out for a greeting. "Hi, I'm Jensen. I love your music and I apologize for my husband." "Oh it's ok. I think he tries to make me jealous, but now that I see how beautiful you are, I am really jealous." Michael grins, causing me to giggle and blush like a fan girl. "So you have three children now?" "Yes." I gush. "The newest arrived less than two weeks ago." "Congratulations. Are they here?" "Yes, they're backstage." I respond. "Why don't you bring them out here? I have three kids too and they love to dance around while I'm preforming. They hate being cooped up behind the scenes." "Well our kids are all still little. They don't mind." I defend. "Maybe I'll bring Devon out here. She knows your music and will be excited." "I would love to meet a little fan." He exclaimed. As I got Devon and began walking her down the hallway, Prince came running up to us. "Where y'all going?!" He demanded. "What are you doing back here?! You're in the middle of a show!" "My band and dancers can hold their own for a few minutes. Now where are you taking Devon?" He commands. "To meet Michael Jackson." I sign behind her back since I hadn't told her yet. "Hell no!" Prince blurts out. "Why?!" I protest. "Bc I said no way. Did he ask you to come get her?!" "Well kind of I guess." I admit. "Ok first of all you do know all the accusations that surround him and children, right?!" He asks. "That aren't true! Plus I'm with her! And supposedly it is boys, not girls." "Are you hearing yourself?!" He cries. "Ok that sounded bad. I didn't mean it like that. But it wasn't like I was going to leave any of our kids alone with him. You know how careful and picky I am about that." "I saw the way you were giggling and blushing up there. Don't think I wasn't watching every move. He could talk you into just about anything I'm sure...." "Hold on." I say, realizing this was about to get heated and decided to return Devon to the room and us into a separate room for some privacy. As soon as the door shuts I continue. "Fuck you! What did that mean? Like he could talk me into leaving one of our children alone with him or out of my panties or something?! Do you know me at all?!" "First of all, watch how you talk to me! We are passed that shit years ago! It's not like I think he's going to actually try something with one of my kids or you up there. But I'm not comfortable with it and they're my children too and you need to respect that. He probably just wanted to get Devon up there to dance around with him as some sort of revenge for playing the bass at him. When I saw him about to leave, then interact with you and went back to his seat, I had a feeling you were coming to get the kids. Now I've got to get back on the stage before it gets too suspicious I've been gone. Do NOT take any of our kids up there nor let him back here to meet them. You can go up there and boogie with him if you want I guess...." "Ok. Maybe I will." I spat, knowing I was playing with fire but was annoyed with his pettiness. Prince huffs, rolls his eyes, and walks out of the room. I didn't even want to go back up there but thought it would be rude to just not come back at all. I made up an excuse that Devon was already asleep and he seemed to lose interest in talking to me and left after the current song was over. I guess maybe Prince was right and he really only wanted Devon up there so he could taunt Prince with it. I was bummed that he didn't want to stay. I finally met him and it was utterly disappointing. And to top it off, it caused a riff between Prince and me, and on Valentine's Day. I decided to gather up the kids and go home before the show was even over. "Will you tell Prince we left and I'll meet him at home?" I asked Melissa. She assured me she would and Donald, one of the stagehands, walked us to the car and helped me get all the kids loaded. I had gotten all the kids to bed around 11:00 and passed out in the bed by midnight. Not long later, I feel a hand gently shaking me awake. "Hey. Wake up. Why did y'all leave?" I heard Prince's deep voice before I even opened my eyes. "It was late. And I didn't feel like staying any longer." I groggily replied. "I don't like coming backstage to hear my family has left. Especially alone and late at night in Vegas. If y'all are going to come, then stay and we go home together. Got it? Don't do that again." He begins to remove the towel from around his waist and reach for his silk pajamas. "Yes master..." "Don't start that shit. I'm not trying to control you or order you around. Any husband and father would feel the same way. It's not safe. You could have had a flat tire or something and there you are this young woman with three little kids stranded..." "Ok. You're right. I wouldn't ever want to put our babies in a dangerous situation and this isn't Chanhassen." I admit. "Exactly. Not that I would even want you doing that there either. You just need to be with me or some other adult at least." "Maybe I should have asked Michael to drive us back." I joke. "Haha. So funny." He sarcastically replies. "I think you were right though. Once I told him Devon wasn't coming, he left...." "Mmmmhmmm." Prince responds in a know-it-all tone. "I knew exactly what his motives were." "Aren't you two too old for this crap?" "He's the one who took it too far. I was just messing around with him. He's the one who tried to bring our kids into it. That's crossing the line. I wouldn't do that with his 'kids'." Prince air quotes. "Why are you doing that? You don't think those are his biological kids?" I roll my eyes. "I heard one is blonde..." "So?" I shrug my shoulders. "So! You see us having any blonde kids?!" He laughs. "We both have dark hair, genius! His wife or whatever had blonde hair...." "Oh Jensen! Come on babe! Biracial people don't have pale skin and blonde hair! And he ain't even a light skinned nigga like me! Well I mean he is now but he used to be way darker than me! He still has black genes no matter how you slice it...." "Sometimes you're so simple minded. Biracial people come in all shades just like every other ethnicity! Anyway even if they aren't biologically his, they are still his! Think about adopted kids..." "Alright, Alright! Always defending your man..." "Oh shut up! To be honest, I wasn't impressed with him..." "Awe! He didn't live up to your little fantasy?" He asks while climbing into the bed next to me. "No. But you always do." I smile, grabbing ahold of his pants and pulling them down forcefully.
"God baby, I want to fuck you so bad." Prince growls as he continues to ram himself further and further down my throat. "I swear it's harder this time around than ever before, and it's only been 10 days! What am I going to do?!" I release myself from his grip on my head and pull him out of my mouth. "Well I think you're going to make it down to my pussy through my esophagus. Damn baby! Take it easy." I chuckle. "You'll survive, just like you have the other times." "I don't know about that. The older I get, the more impatient I grow. And it's Valentine's and everyone else in the world is boning..." "First of all, no they're not. There are plenty that aren't. You sure are having a big pity party especially for someone who doesn't even get into days like this anyway. Plus it's hard for me too..." "It ain't THAT hard." Prince laughs, pressing his still solid erection against my lips. "Nothing is that hard baby." I tease, allowing him to slip the head passed my smooth lips. I locked his tip in firmly between the roof of my mouth and my tongue and let it glide back and forth forcefully. "Oh my God, momma!" Prince moans, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he lays all the way down on the bed. The way he was squirming and whining, I could tell he was in a kinky mood and I wished I could go there with him. So I decided to try to make a blow job kinky since I couldn't offer the real thing. I pull him out of my mouth and make my way to his face. He looks at me puzzled as I begin to leave some lingering kisses on his neck before I capture his lips. After a couple minutes of us tongue wrestling like teenagers, I whisper "turn over and get on your hands and knees." "What?!" He asks in surprise. "That's what a man says to a woman, not the other way around." "Well I'm the man tonight..." "Jensen, no!" He panics. "Oh just shut up and do it." I giggle. He squints his eyes at me in a "don't you dare stick a dildo up my ass" kind of way and reluctantly gets on his hands and knees and sighs loudly. I move to get behind him and lower my head to his perfectly sculpted ass. I take my hands and gently spread his cheeks and allow my tongue to immediately get to work on him. "Fuck!" Prince says, almost inaudibly. He takes no time spreading his knees wider and lowering his chest to the bed to give me better access and free my hands up. I continue to please his hole with my tongue as I use my fingertips lightly on his hanging babymakers. Eventually I move my hand to his erection and grip it in my fist and give it some strokes. Before long, Prince begins pumping himself in and out of my fist while his ass meets my awaiting tongue with every up thrust. Precum has completely soaked my hand making a nice lube so he can slide with ease. We both are so turned on and in the zone that the next thing I know I begin biting at his cheeks before delivering a hard smack with my free hand. Thinking Prince would stop to scowl at me, I was surprised when it seemed to motivate him more as his pace picked up. "Mmmm get under me baby!" Prince demands as he removes my hand from his dick and helps me to maneuver myself on my back and between his legs. He smiles at me and gives my cheek a light stroke before guiding his member into my mouth. He then grips the headboard tightly as his hips jolt back and forth. "You are such a dirty girl. And you're so so bad. You were not a good girl tonight at my show. And leaving was a very naughty thing to do. You are the one who needs a spanking, not me. And in a few weeks when I can, I'm going to punish you for being so bad. I can't wait to be back inside my wife's pussy. It always gets even better after each of my babies." He takes himself out of my mouth and lowers himself on top of me. He meshes his lips to mine, nipping at my bottom lip. "My boy was so tiny I bet your pretty pussy will be ready even sooner than the other times, huh?" He asks, grinding his stiffness up against my pajama pants. I whimper slightly, more from nervousness than pleasure. "It's ok baby." He assures me as he swiftly pulls them down to my thighs. He then quickly removes my top, groaning at the sight of my swollen breasts. He repositions himself over my core and takes himself in his hand and jerks aggressively while eyeing me up and down. It didn't take long before his load fell down all over my middle. Prince takes his index finger and thumb and spreads me open at the top of my slit. Exposing my clit from under it's hood, he lays his tip on it and jiggles it in all directions until I was writhing in ecstasy. He pulls back up my panties and pants, leaving me in the mess he made. "Don't you ever forget who the man really is, my darling. Happy Valentine's Day."
