A New Kind Of Love//Book 2

Chapter Seventeen: Oh Yes!

April 13th, 1994

Michael's POV

Marcy swept the tiny crumbs into the trash can, I tapped my fingers on the granite counter top. I was bugging her about Noah for the last hour or so. She liked talking about him as she had no one else to talk to about out, Delilah and Joyce had had enough already.

"So, when can I see him? I am the godfather." I smirked, leaning across the counter. She glanced at me, tapping her chin she responded: "Well, to think about it, I have Joyce's wedding to go to and I don't have a sitter. And I don't really want Lorraine seeing Noah for personal reasons, would you like to see him then? It's in a few days." Marcy asked, raising an eyebrow.

I immediately became giddy; oh I bet he's an angel! But why wouldn't she let, whoever Lorraine was, to see him? "Who's Lorraine?" I inquired.

"My mother," she sighed, "I don't want to talk about it. But, back to the point, would you like to babysit him?" Marcy directed the conversation back to the initial message.

"Oh yes!" I clapped my hands together, "but what's with your mother?" I persisted, it was starting to get in her nerves but I needed to know. I told her stuff, why wouldn't she tell me stuff?

Marcy glared at me, her hazel eyes boring into me, "you don't need to know. The wedding's at 1:00PM so, I'll drop him off around 12:30PM, and pick him around 7:00PM. Okay?" She put her hands on her hips, stoically.

"Okay...but, what about Lorraine?" I shrugged, making farther eye contact by scooting in as far as I could go in my seat.

"Never-mind that, is Prince alright with this?" She questioned, leaning against the counter.

I tugged at my extra tight clothing, everything was too small now, "I'm pretty sure he is. Lorraine?" I challenged.

"You," She pointed right at me, "don't need to know about her." I gave her the stink-eye, she was keeping something from me and I wanted to know. I knew I was being an annoying pest, but whatever, I was six months pregnant, crabby and I just wanted something to talk about. Not being able to go outside (and Prince being in the studio) due to the press prevented me from actually talking to anyone in person, she was my last resort, I had to make conversation.

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Prince and I sat on the couch, cuddling in the dark. The TV blared in front of us, Prince switches between channels as there was nothing to watch, just infomercials.

A pair of heels clicked behind the couch, Marcy was walking to the door, most likely to leave as he shift was over for the day. "Lorraine!?" I called, I earned an aggravating groan from her.

"NO!" The door slammed behind her, making the picture frames on the walls shake.

"Damn." Prince muttered, "why's the stick up her butt?" I crossed my legs awkwardly, "well um, I kept bothering her about her mom after we agreed that I would watch Noah for a few hours." I rambled quietly, gluing my eyes to the TV again.

"Wait, wait, wait, pause for a second. You what? I don't want to watch a kid." He frowned, furrowing his brows.

"Prince!" I squeezed his much small hand, "it'll be fun and good practice, I mean...we're getting a little close to the due date, practice would be good." I glanced down at my swollen belly, the little baby kicked back as I rubbed it gently.

"Fine, but, I ain't changing any diapers." Prince shook his head, eyes going back to the vibrant television.

"Okay, then I'll do that." I kissed his cheek, he smiled pleasantly, I loved his smile.