Malia: Promise me something.
MJ: Ok. What?
Malia: Promise me you will always try to quench my thirst when I’m thirsty.
MJ: I will do my best.
Malia: Promise me you will.
MJ: Good Lord! I promise I will try to quench your thirst when you are thirsty!
Malia: Did you know that I have only been good at playing one instrument in my entire life?
MJ: I didn’t know you played a musical instrument. What instrument?
Malia: I didn’t say musical instrument.
MJ: What kind of instrument then?
Malia: The Skin Flute. Your skin flute!
MJ: You are definitely good at playing that instrument. There is no doubt about that.
Malia: It’s Skin Flute practice time.
MJ: I’m on a conference call with the Sec Def baby.
Malia: Sec Def?
MJ: Secretary of Defense.
Malia: K. Does the world need “MJ The Terrible” to come save it again?
MJ: I hope not.
Malia: What are you texting me for? Shouldn’t you be paying attention to the Secretary of Defense?
MJ: I’ve been on calls like this a million times. They all kind of sound the same up until the point where they tell you what they want/need you to do/help with.
Malia: I just Googled who the “Sec Def” was. He is black.
MJ: Yes he is.
Malia: Is Lloyd Austin the first ever black Sec Def?
MJ: I don’t know. I love you Malia.
Malia: You never call me by my name. When you do, it is usually because you are nervous or worried about something. Usually you call me baby or one of the million other nicknames you have for me. It’s your tell.
MJ: Oh. Yah. You know me well my love. I’m not exactly nervous or worried, but what he’s saying/asking is weighing on my mind.
Malia: We don’t have to text baby.
MJ: Thanks, but it’s okay for now.
Malia: K. I know if you don’t text back you’re busy.
Malia: I knew it! What do they need you to do now?
MJ: I can’t really talk about it, but in general, Russia.
Malia: Shit! I had a feeling it had something to do with Russia since they have been talking about the big Russian hack on the news a lot. Do you have to go fight Cyber Drago in Russia on Christmas Day? If you do, I will be in the front row loud and proud cheering for you baby.
MJ: I know you would baby. You are my rock Malia May Johnson!
Malia: A sexy rock?
MJ: I’m off the call. I’m frustrated as hell! Why didn’t they listen to me? I told them this would happen, and they did absolutely nothing to stop it. Now they want me to fix the problem I told them would happen.
Malia: Tell them to fix it. Wait! Let me guess. They don’t know how to fix it. That’s why they need you, to fix a problem that never should have happened in the first place.
MJ: I don’t know if they know how to fix it, and it’s a big enough problem that if I don’t go fix it, it is going to cause bigger problems.
Malia: They know you won’t say no because you love your family and this country, and you will do anything to keep us safe.
MJ: Uh huh. I am really stressed and frustrated. Can we have sex?
Malia: Yes! I started heading down that road, but you were on the conference call.
MJ: I’m in a pound the shit out of your lady business kind of mood but I don’t want to rock our baby too hard. Please tell me if, well, you know.
Malia: That is a common misconception. You don’t have to worry about that. Babies are safe and sound in their mother’s womb. God accounted for hero husbands who have to fix the world’s complicated problems, that need to pound their pregnant wife’s lady business to de-stress.
MJ: Thank you God!
Malia: Now come to momma and pound away!
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