We just got home from the hospital. Jordan has been such a perfect little angel. "Who's a good, little boy, huh ? You are. Mama's precious baby."He smiled at me. "He really is beautiful." Michael said. "Would you want him to follow in your foot steps ?" "If he wants to. I just want him to have a childhood." "As long as you're in it, in a positive way. I think he should fine."
*Several years later, 1988*
"Hey mommy ?" "Yes, Jordan ?" "When is daddy coming home ?" "He should be home soon. Why ?" "Because he said when he gets home, he'll play with me." "Jordan, you know, I can play with you too." "Yea, I know, but you're a girl, mommy." "Playing with girls are fun too. Come on, we'll go play with your toy cars." "Ok." He grabbed my hand and we went up to his room. "You get this one, mommy." He said, handing me a blue car. Then he took out some other ones. He started pushing them around and making car noises. "Vroom !! Vroom !!! Beep beep, look out. Mommy, you're supposed to play with the car." "Oh, what do you want me to do with the car ?" "Pretend I'm the police and I pulled you over." "Ok. What can I do for you, officer ?" "You were speeding. Now I have to take you to jail ?" "Jail ? Don't you think that's a little harsh, Jordan ?" "Those are the rules, mommy." I heard Michael come home, but Jordan didn't. He came upstairs to his room. "Daddy !! Daddy !! You're home !! We can finally play now." "Hey champ. How are you ? How was your day ?" Michael asked, picking up Jordan. "It was alright. Today at school, we learned about different musicians and we talked about you." "Oh really now ? What did they say about me ?" "That they gave you 8 awards in one night." "Yea. That was before you were born. What are you and mommy doing ?" "We're playing cars and mommy is in trouble." "What did mommy do ?" "She was being bad, so I had to take her to jail." Michael looked over at me. "I was speeding." I said. "Mhmmm....speed demon. Well Jordan, what do you wanna do ?" "I don't wanna play anymore, can we watch a movie ?" "Sure. Let's get ready for bed first." "Ok, daddy." Michael ran the bath water for him and helped him get ready for bed. I was downstairs trying to find a movie tto watch. "Mommy !!! Mommy, I know what movie I wanna watch. Let's watch Peter Pan." "Did daddy put you to this ?" "I didn't do anything." Michael said "He wanted to watch it and I kinda presaude him a little, but he mostly wanted to watch it." "Ok ok. Fine." I put in the movie and sat on the couch. Jordan was sitting in between Michael and I. Half way throught the movie, I hear snoring. I look over at Michael, it wasn't him. Then I looked down and Jordan is knocked out. "Awww, he's so cute when he's asleep." I said to Michael. "He sure is. I'll turn off the movie and you get him to bed." I carried Jordan to his room. I put him in his bed and kissed him goodnight. "Sweet dreams, my little baby." I whispered. I closed the door behind.
