A New Kind Of Love//Book 2

Chapter Thirteen: Baby Proofing

April 1st, 1994

Prince's POV

The calendar read April 1st, so that meant...pranks all damn day. But hopefully the activities I had planned today, would save my ass, hopefully.

Janet and I would be baby proofing the he entire house, today. I wished to have someone else do it, we could always hire someone but Michael was very adamant about us doing it, so everything would be perfect.

My extensive knowledge about my lovely boyfriend proved that he was one hell of a prankster, a trickster of some sort. He wouldn't disturb me while I baby proofed the house, he wanted it to be perfect after all, he wouldn't risk his baby's safety, right?

Still, I wasn't so sure, I would keep an eye out. Although Michael hadn't played prank on me, that didn't mean I hadn't pulled one.

The night before, I set out on a mission. After Michael had fallen asleep, which was pretty early in the night considering he was always tired from being pregnant, I got out the whipped cream and shaving cream.

In the sanctuary of our master bathroom I filled the can on shaving cream with whipped cream, he was gonna kick my ass in the morning, but hell it was totally worth it.

When the sun finally shown through the curtains, he slipped off the bed and hurried to the bathroom. The medicine cabinet door open and shut, the van hit the corner. Seconds later there was an abundance of angry yelling coming from the bathroom. He was so furious.

The noise of loud drilling snapped me out of my preoccupied state. The drills and bangs were coming from the nursery, gosh I was so curious.

All the memories from before halted me from walking down the corridor farther, Michael burned into my my brain the following message:

"You are not allowed to go in that nursery until the baby comes. You hear me mister? 'Cause if you do...I swear to god you better ask for mercy."

I shuddered at that thought, he probably wouldn't fuck me for at least a month.

My eagerness got to me, before I knew it I was tip toe-ing down the hallway, careful not to alert Michael. I wrapped my hand around the door knob delicately, it creaked open slowly.
Sadly instead of facing a neatly decorated nursery I now had a pie in my face. The fuck!?

I knew who was behind this cruel act, Michael's giggle sounded from indent of me. He closed the door behind us as I wiped frosting off my face in disgust. Gross.

Reminisce of cherry pie flopped onto the ground from its place on my face, "oh come on!" I groaned, glaring at a very satisfied Michael.

"You were being sneaky, I had to do something. You're not allowed to see the nursery until he's born." He said innocently, rubbing his swollen abdomen.

I ran my fingers through my curls, dragging out chunks of pie along with it, "no fair. It's supposed to be the mother that waits, that's tradition." I out extra emphasis on the word mother.

"Well, incase you haven't noticed, we ain't what people refer to as a traditional family," he motioned to us, two men who were in love, and tour son who somehow ended up inside a man. "Now get cleaned up, my cherry covered dove, Janet's coming over to help baby proof."