Malia: The dream of the boy, becomes the reality of the man. Baby, we got the build package in the mail today. They are starting on your Coyote race car. It will be ready when another little cute package is ready in about 9 months. You know how you like to have 2 of things? Yeah, good shooting cowboy. See you when you get upstairs my love.
I am so proud of you. You always get what you want don’t you. I’m just glad you wanted me. I love you with all my heart Michael David “MJ The Terrible”, baby, lover, best friend, yankee, love machine, philosopher, hacker, ride or die by my side Johnson! XOXO Malia Johnson
Sexy P.S. I know you set your social media accounts to update you if the screen even refreshes, so here is a very important update- I am 9 floors above you right now and I am completely naked. Get up here already will you!! It’s 11 o’clock and I want to make you happy before I start throwing up again. Pwease Mr. MJ The Terrible, will you come up here and wuv on me?
MJ: Malia! Baby!!! Don’t mess with me!! Are you serious!! I don’t have my keys!! I just knocked on the door and you didn’t answer and the push button lock is broken, so I ran back down stairs to message you. Open the door!! I just read the post again. TWINS??? Girls? Boys? A combination? Omg again!!
Holy crap! We’re pregnant!! Omg I love you!! You are going to be the best momma ever and I bet you’re gonna be one hot momma rockin that baby bump!!! You make me so happy Malia May Johnson! Are you going to open the door now?
Malia: Pop quiz MJ. Do you know what you get when you mix this girl and this boy together?
MJ: What?
Malia: We’re having twin girls!! Omg I can’t wait until they are old enough to date and they bring boys home to meet their dad- “MJ The Terrible”. And you can’t scare them all with the scary black ops crap that you do with all of your government people either! First things first. Are you happy? I love you! All I want is to make you happy.
MJ: Baby!! I am so happy! You make me so friggin happy it’s unreal! I mean, I have to disagree with you of course on the whole scaring my little girls shit head boyfriends away thing, but you know, just until they’re 40 or so. Baby I love you so much. I would die for you. Baby! I love you!
Malia: Come upstairs daddy.
MJ: Okay. I gotta go. I love you. Bye. Wait. You’re ready to open up this time when I come up right? I don’t have my key.
MJ: Baby!! Are you ready for me to come up or what?
MJ: Baby! What is going on? I’m about to come bust the door down! Are you ready for me or what??
Malia: Sorry babe. I’m pregnant. Morning sickness. Will you please ask me one more time if I’m ready for you?
MJ: Malia May Johnson, are you ready for me? Malia: Yep! MJ: WOW!#$”!!!
