I was on my private flight to Atlanta a day earlier to surprise Michael. I was petting a sleeping Lola on my lap while scrolling on Twitter seeing Tweets about Laila's performance from tonight, her winning a Grammy, blue Ivy winning a Grammy for narrating my "Hair Love" book and Laila and I on the red carpet.
"When the fuck did Y/N start singing, and why she not doing it full time?! I read. "Y'all can't tell me Y/N's not THAT girl!!" Someone else tweeted. "Laila's Grammy was well deserved period" another person tweeted. "They both looked beautiful and sounded beautiful 😍" I read another tweet as a tweet from Laila appeared on my timeline from yesterday.
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I just laughed to myself snooping around in the comments section. "Oh she a freak😝" someone commented. "Her and Michael out here living the best lives😂" I also read as an incoming text from Michael came in.
Husband🤍:you looked and sounded beautiful tonight baby girl❤️
Me: Thank you honeybun☺️
Husband🤍: I can't wait to see you tomorrow I miss you.
Me: aww i miss you too, I can't wait to be in the house for the first time.
Husband🤍: yeah it's quiet with you not here
Me: I don't know if that's a good thing or bad thing😂
Husband🤍: both I be tired of hearing you sometimes😂
Me: don't ask for any ass when you see me🙄
Husband🤍: 😂. I be tired but when I don't hear you it feels off and I want you here. I rather be tired of hearing you verses not hearing you at All.
He texted as I just smiled at his text. I then "loved" the text beginning to text him again.
Me: alright be easy because I don't even be talking that much.....
