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*Marilyn's Point Of View *

Today couldn't be a more stressful day if the president was coming to visit. I say this because every magazine, every small talk show, is talking about "Michael Jackson's GAY son looking to get hitched?! ". It's terrible because they (the media) don't know when to stop. Where to stop. As anyone can imagine, Brandon is taking this hard.

I feel bad knowing there is really nothing I can do. But to add on to my stress, correction; our stress levels, David is coming into town. He is supposedly arriving today. What's so stressful about that? The media. We have to try to keep David's arrival a secret. Just until thing's blow over. So that brings me to my current task, Cleaning the house from top to bottom. The kid's are outside playing with Bill and Marcus (Michael's new publicist).

I have no clue where Michael is, probably stressing himself out as usual. I just finished cleaning downstairs next is upstairs, and then the attic, and back down into the basement. I sigh as I drag myself back upstairs. I stop at the top of the staircase. Where in the hell do I start? Seeing no answer I walk to the end of the hallway, which leads to Michael's office. Once I reach his office I just walk in casually. Michael; who was in the mist of a phone call, flashes me a warm smile before ending the call. 

"Doing some cleaning I see...", Michael jokes, standing from his chair. I sigh and nod. "Yes... I wish I had some help!", I said bluntly. Michael chuckles and tugs at the hem of his what v-neck. "I was in a in-call  meeting with Joseph... He's pretty pissed about the media making a skeptical of his grandson.", I nod. "I would be too. It's not fair... I hope Brandon doesn't let it get to his head.", "Me either... But I'm free now, do you want my help?", I shake my head.

"No Michael, I want to clean every inch of this big ass house by myself. ", I chirp sarcastically. Michael shake his head laughing. "It's not lady-like to swear...", He teases, taking the duster out of my hand. I roll my eyes. "Awe man, I'm not lady-like... Shit! My life just might end!", Michael squinches his eyes at me. "You are something else woman...", I cheese. "But papa likes it...", I tease with a wink. "Look, don't start what you can't finish. I'll go dust the attic.", I giggle.

"Who says I can't finish it?", Michael chuckles as I slowly walk up to him. "We have about an hour alone. With the exception of thirty minutes...", I whisper in his ear. "As much as I want to take advantage of that... The attic isn't going to clean itself and I really need to finish up some tracks for Demi. ", Michael said kissing my forehead. I sigh. "Alright... I'll be cleaning the rooms.", Michael nods as I turn to walk away. Just as I was twisting the knob Michael walks up behind me. "

"Awe are you disappointed? ", I shake my head no. He leans into my ear. "Don't be, You know papa will take care of you when He can...Now go and be a good little housekeeper. ", I quickly turn around and pinch his nipple. "You can be such an ass. Yet a turn on.", I whispered against his lips, muting his wincing. Michael breaks the kiss and rubs the injured nipple. "Girl, I didn't marry a dominatrix.", I giggle. "I'm sorry... ", I rub his chest a little.

"So sorry... ", I repeat, kissing his exposed chest. Michael's breathing pattern take a sudden change of pleasure. "Mama...I really need to work on the tracks...", He hisses, as I trial my kisses to his favourite spot underneath his jaw. "Okay I'll stop if you want me to...", I remove myself from him and slide out of the cracked door. His I can't explain Michael's and I marriage. We argue, make up, argue, laugh, cry, make love, make love again, then the cycle restarts.

But I wouldn't trade it for the world. I smile to myself and continued to my task of room cleaning.

*Michael's Point Of View*

After  fixating ideas for Demi's next track, I fussed around with the attic in an attempt to clean. Marilyn seemed to have disappeared shortly after violating me. SHE doesn't think I know but, i think i have an idea of where she slipped off to. I know i can't stop her from talking  to Yuli but i wish she didn't feel like she should keep it from me. I will handle that later  but as of now, I'm still trying to figure out what's going to happen with the media exploiting my son like some alien from space that landed in California over night.

It is very annoying. I walk outside, where Bill and Marcus were still playing with the kid's. I smile, spotting Jordyn trying to swing herself in her baby swing. "Now why is my wittle peaches all by herself?", I ask, Jordyn as I walk over to her. She giggles and squeals a little. Yeah, we are still working on the talking stage. I scoop her up and raise her out towards the sky. She smiles flashing her find as she wiggles a little.

"Ha-ha I see we have a young Mufasa...", Marcus jokes from behind me. I chuckle and craddle Jordyn back into her original position in my arms. "Mufasa was the father idiot.", Marcus chuckles. "Damn... Really? I swear the father was Simba... ", "Hey, No swearing around my child or my children... ", I scold, giving him a look. He throws his hand's up in surrender. "Yes sir, Papa bear sir.",  I shake my head and return Jordyn to her swing.

"You are crazy. So have you been able to handle thing's? ", I ask, pushing on Jordyn's swing a little. Marcus shrugs. "I don't know... E! News wants an interview. They want to know, who is Michael Jackson and what about his family? ", I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. "What about my family?", "They want to introduced to the Jackson's Michael... This could be good publicity.. ", I shake my head. "No..No, I want my privacy and a low profile... Tell them no.", "They just want to talk about you your thoughts on parenting. And they want to talk to Brandon... ", I cover Jordyn's ear's.

"Well in that case... Tell them Hell no. I'm not exploiting myself and damn sure will not exploit my children and my wife.", I uncover Jordyn's ear's. Marcus shakes his head. "Black America would love to hear about an African American family being successful in life other than Oprah and Steve Harvey. ", Marcus pushes. I sigh. "What exactly is your nationality Marcus?", He chuckles.

"I'm biracial... ", "Well okay, Did anyone want to hear your story of how you climbed up the success ladder?", "Well no but-", "Then they won't care that I, a black man did either. They just want to stick their nose where it doesn't belong. Look, I'll think about it. That's it. Okay? ",  He gives me a hopeful smile.

"Well just think really hard on it. And as for you cutie, You convince daddy with your cuteness...", He cooes, pinching Jordyn's cheek gently. She instantly stops smiling. Marcus stops, retrieving his hand. Jordyn glances over at me with a quivering lip. I chuckle and scoop her up before her waterworks show began.

"That's what you get for hitting on my daughter.", I joke walking away. Marcus chuckles behind me. When He catches up to me, He open his mouth to say something but Jasmine runs up to us. "They are here!", She squealed, sprinting back towards the house. I glance over at Marcus. "Show time... ", He chuckles and nods...

To Be Continued...

A/N: So I'm trying something new with my writing for this book, I'm trying paragraphs! Yes the story will still be lengthy just with paragraphs! I hope you don't mind. Let me know what you think! Vote.Comment.Share!