"Mommy?"

"Yes honey?"

"Where do babies come from?"

Those five little words caused my heart to stop momentarily. I just had to be certain I was hearing what I thought I heard.

"Umm, Angel? Baby, what did you say?" I asked my three year old daughter.

"I said: where do babies come fro-?"

"MICHAEL!" I shout, cutting Angel off.

Angel is my first child, so I have never had the "baby talk" with her and I am going to need my husband at my side.

Michael comes running down the stairs into the living room where myself and Angel are seated on the floor colouring.

I know. Bad timing but my hubbie lookin' fine in that blue button down and black slacks. I love it when wears his curls down.

"Baby, what's wrong? Are you both alright?" Michael asks in a panic.

Well, I did scream his name. He must have thought something was wrong.

I stood up from the floor and pulled Michael aside.

"One minute, sweetie. Mommy and daddy have to have a grown up chat but we'll be right back hun." I smile covering my look of concern.

"Ok Mommy. I'll wait right here." She says as she continues colouring a picture of a baby.

How ironic.

I pulled Michael into the Kitchen and began pacing a little. After a few minutes of silent pacing, Michael grabbed my shoulders and made me face him.

"Rita, baby, what's wrong?" Michael asks again slower.

I sigh then look back into the living room at Angel.

"Michael. Our baby's growing up."

I grow teary eyed at the realisation that our baby really is growing up. I know she's only three but that question she asked is one of the stages of growing up.

"Aww Honey." Michael pulls me into his arms. "Although, and sadly, I know this is true, Why did you call me down here?" He pulls back from our hug and wipes my tears.

"Baby, Angel asked me where babies come from."

Michael freezes for a second then takes a couple steps back.

"Oh no, no, no, no. That's your job." He chuckles.

I giggle remembering the game of rock paper scissors we played whilst we were waiting for my water to break in the hospital when I was pregnant with Angel. We were discussing some of the future talks we were going to have with Angel. We both didn't want to explain where babies came from so we played rock paper scissors and Michael won. *sighs*

"Ok fine but could you at least be there for me?" I asked.

"Sure! This is gonna be interesting." He laughs and I playfully swat his arm. "You ready?" He asks.

I take a deep breath before walking back into the living room.

"Yeah. I'm ready."

We both walk over to Angel and sit in front of her. She stops drawing and sits up, and stares at us, waiting for our response to her previous question.

"Ok Angel. I'm going to tell you where babies come from now."

"Ok Mommy." She says sweetly.

Her innocents just makes your heart melt. Especially when she's staring at me with those big brown eyes (Just like her Daddy's).

"Well. It all starts with Daddy." Angel looks over at her father as I continue. "God gives every man a bag of seeds."

"What kind of seeds? Apple seeds like the ones me and daddy planted outside? ARE WE GROWING A BABY IN THE BACKYARD?!" She exclaims as she darts towards the back door.

Michael tries to hold back his laughter as I catch Angel.

"No, no, Angel. They're not regular seeds like apple seeds so we're not growing a baby in the backyard." I giggle.

"Oh." She says as she sits back down.

"You don't plant them like regular seeds either. These seeds are very special and are given to a woman that is special to a man. A woman that is in love with the man and the man loves her back." I explain.

"Like you and Daddy?" Angel asks.

Michael looks at me and I look back at him smiling.

"Yeah. Like me and Daddy."

Michael winks at me and I blush as I turn back to Angel.

He still got it.

And if he keeps this up then he probably gon get it tonight ; )             

"What do you do with the seeds, Mommy?" Angel asks making me break the steamy eye contact between Michael and me.

"Well. Daddy puts the seeds in Mommy's tummy so that the seed can grow into a baby and after nine months of growing and making Mommy's tummy very big, the baby can come out and there you have it. A baby." I say smiling at her but Angel looks slightly confused.

"So I was a seed?" She asks.

"Yes." I answer.

"And were you and Daddy seeds too?"

"Yes."

"Ok." She says simply.

I'm slightly shocked at her reaction. I thought she'd have so many questions that I might be afraid to answer but that's it?

Well I'm not complaining.

Michael's POV

Angel yawns wide and rubs her eyes with her tiny hands.

"Time for bed I think." I say standing up.

"Daddy, can you tuck me in tonight?" She asks holding her arms up to me.

I give her an apologetic look as look into her pleading eyes.

"Sweetheart, Daddy has to go back to the studio. Uncle Quincy is waiting for me."

"Please Daddy?" She pleads as she stands and tugs at my pant leg.

She looks up at me with her large watery eyes and pouts which gets me in that soft spot every time.

She takes after her Mommy because I'd pretty much do anything for that woman.

I sigh then pick up Angel and turn to Rita who is smiling lovingly at the two of us.

"Honey, could you call Quincy and let him know I'm going to be late?" I ask.

"Ok." Rita says.

Rita kisses the top of Angels head.

"Goodnight, baby."

"G'night, Mommy." Angel says sleepily.

"Oh and tell him the studio overtime fee is on me." I say before walking toward the stairs.

"Ok Michael. I'll call him now."

"Thanks, babe!" I call as I walk away from her.

After reaching Angels room, I tucked her into bed, read her a chapter of Peter Pan then gave her a kiss on the forehead.

"Goodnight my little Angel."

As I begin to stand from my kneeling position by her bed to leave, I feel her tiny hand wrap around my index finger.

"No, Daddy! Wait!" She whines.

I kneel back down beside her bed.

"Angel, what's wrong?"

"Daddy? Do you still have the seeds that god gave you?" She asks. Eyes filled with hope.

"Yes. Daddy still has the seeds." I say.

Rita comes into the room and stands at the doorway. Angel looks at her Mother, then back to me, beckoning for me to come closer. When I do, she whispers in my ear and I smile before standing once again.

After saying goodnight again, Rita and I walked out of Angel's room closing the door behind us.

"What did she whisper to you?" Rita asks.

I smirk, then turn towards Rita and back her into the wall placing my hands on either side of her. I look at her lips then kiss her softly. When I pull away Rita sighs. I place my hand on her stomach and rub it gently.

"Well my dear Mrs Jackson."

"Yes Mr Jackson." She whispers against my lips.

"Our little miss Jackson asked her loving father-and I quote-"Daddy? Would you please plant a little brother in Mommy's tummy?""

Rita arches a brow at me.

"Well, what do you think, baby?" She asks.

I scoop Rita up into my arms, bridal style, and begin walking towards our bedroom.

"I think that she asked very nicely. Sorry Quincy. I've got some gardening to do."

Rita giggles as I kick open our bedroom door.

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Hey y'all! I hope you all enjoyed the second story of my book. This has been really fun to write and I hope it was all worth it. Just thought I'd let you guys know that I take requests. Whether that be using a certain name or a plot that you may want to see in the book etc.. If you have a request, don't be shy. Inbox me and I'll see what I can do. I'll do my very best to live it up to your expectations. And when I  say don't be shy, I really mean don't be shy! If you'd prefer me not to say who the request is from then that's fine too but don't let your ideas go to waste.

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