Love Will Save The Day (Slow Updates) I DON'T REALLY CARE FOR THIS STORYYY

Chapter 18

The week after, they were now at home having some alone time while Kadence slept...

Michael:when we gone get started on my son? *laid on her*

Whitney:I've been ready for another baby. That's you always working

Michael:don't sit up here and act like you don't work too. Be working yo ass off

Whitney:I do not

Michael:now nippy?

Whitney:Okay, yes I do work a lot but what I don't do is overwork myself like someone in this household does

Michael:yeah... Kadence does work a lot

Whitney:*hit him playfully and they laughed* Kadence is not who I'm talking about

Michael:I don't be overworking myself

Whitney:do you know how many times you've come home and passed out *tilted her head as she talked* you're tired and drained to the max, Mike

Michael:that was only a few times.. I was fine babe

Whitney:a few times too many. But I did get you to take a much needed break didn't I?

Michael:yes you did... a long one I might add *sat up*

Whitney:yet, it helped and you got a chance to spend time with baby girl

Michael:yes I did and I thank you for looking out for me mama

Whitney:you know I got you daddy... we're in this till the end

Michael:eternity *kissed her* now, I want my son, please

Whitney:before I let you take advantage of me *they giggled* why you always think the baby's gonna be a boy? You thought Kadence was gonna be a boy and said we bought her customized things for nothing

Michael:no I didn't... say that-

Whitney: "sat up here and got my son a pink bag". *mocked him* Your words, stop playing dumb

Michael:I remember somebody saying that.. not me though

Whitney:well, apparently I must've been dreaming cause it was only you in the room with me while I was in labor

Michael:yeah you might've been dreaming *winked at her* but the next one's going to be a boy for sure

Whitney:I'm not doing this with you again *smirked*

Michael:well I got my girl so... I would like one of each but if we have another girl I'll still love her just the same... all my little goddesses

Whitney:daddy's queens

Michael:you all will be my queens... I just want my prince if I don't get him this time

Whitney:we're only having three

Michael:you can't control that or have a say

Whitney:why not? *got under the cover*

Michael:you just don't babe. I'm never using protection with you. You're my wife and that's just weird

Whitney:it's not weird when you have to. Babe, I can't be expecting while we're busy as hell, right?

Michael:right, so we just don't have sex for that certain amount of time

Whitney:um, well first off, I'm not going longer than a month so, we can take that out as a suggestion cause I'm not up for it baby. I'll get on birth control before you make me wait a damn month

Michael:I'm not letting you get on no damn birth control, babe

Whitney:why not? Do you know the advantages of getting on and off birth control?

Michael:no, what? *he said sarcastically and she hit him*

Whitney:stop playing and be serious

Michael:alright, fine. What are they babes?

Whitney:well, I'm getting on the pills whether you like it or not and they make you more fertile and when I miss one, it's gonna be even easier for us to conceive

Michael:we have no problem with conceiving anyway babe

Whitney:that's not the point

Michael:we've never had a problem when it comes to sex... or baby making

Whitney:are you done? You're way pass the point that I'm trying to make

Michael:what's your point then?

Whitney:you can be so dumb sometimes. I hate it cause you're a smart ass man and you surprise me when you do that

Michael:that's just me. I'll rather sometimes act dumb around you cause it seems like when I'm a smart ass I piss you off more easily

Whitney:oh, you know me so well, baby *she said sarcastically*

Michael:now I hate when you do that

Whitney:now you see how I feel. I'm trying to be serious about this baby stuff

Michael:I am too but birth control should be out of this conversation

Whitney:no sex for a certain amount of time should be out of this conversation. Shouldn't even be talked about

Michael:well

Whitney:well, I'm getting on birth control just in case you forgot. I know it's gonna help especially with the jobs we have. I'm gonna take them as long as I want and have a baby whenever I'm ready

Michael:I am completely dumbfounded by that *he continued to give away sarcasm and got under the cover with her* just amazing

Whitney:I'm taking my ass to sleep cause you always think everything is a joke or something *turned over to go to sleep*

Michael:I really don't. You seem like you're playing around. . . I just don't want you on any type of contraceptives. That's stupid

Whitney:it's not stupid when it's gonna come in handy Michael. I use it: it's easier to get pregnant and I can stop whenever I want. I don't use it: I get pregnant unexpectedly, might lose the baby and you blame me

Michael:how many times are you gonna use that against me?

Whitney:it's always—  I only have done it twice...

Michael:this is your third time saying that to me. Every time we talk about having a baby or are in the midst of it... the same damn speech

Whitney:cause you always blame me... ALWAYS *raised her voice a bit* every time, the smallest things. I get a little ache or pain in a certain area "you should have taken the day off", "you're overworked", "stressed". You talking about me giving the same speech over and over again and you do the same thing

Michael:you know what? I just won't do or say anything when it comes to your pregnancies then

Whitney:now, that right there, is stupid *turned the lamp off*

Michael:oh well, you don't want me to be protective, I'll stop

Whitney:I'm not sitting up here and saying to not be protective of your family Mike. You're overprotective and I think you should just dial it down. I'm your wife and that means be protective not over

Michael:alright... okay *closed his eyes*

Whitney:*sighed* yeah