*Michael's Point Of View*

"Land! Thank God! Beautiful land!", Dylan exclaims, stumbling off the plane. The other passenger's stare at him as if they seemed worried by his outburst. Of course I reassured them that he is fine because since stepping foot on this plane, Dylan made enough outburst for anyone to think it was his first plane ride or he's just insane. Considering the plane ride to Soho New York is indeed his first, I didn't scold him too much.

"Oh get up you dufus! ", Jasmine insults Dylan while he gawked over being able to, as he puts it "Walk on glorious land again!", "Okay you two, Behave.", I scold with a warning eye. Dylan recollects himself, but not before shooting a nasty glare at Jasmine. I shake my head while the rest of the gang, descend down the steps. "Alright Mike, We are going to Mondrian Soho Hotel. ",Bill informed me, grabbing my bags.

I nod. "I'm surprised we weren't followed. Shoot, or even recognized...", "Trust me... They'll be comin' 'round the mountain soon...", Bill said, with a small chuckle. I nod again in agreement. Marilyn walks up to Bill and I. "You didn't tell me it would still be chilly here...", She complains, shivering a little. I grin, glancing over her attire. She is wearing a knee-length black pencil skirt, accompanied by an off-white ruffled linen blouse, and black paten-leather pumps.

"You look fine to me... ", I tease, winking at her. She places a stern hand on her right hip. "Michael if I so much as find a symptom of frost bite, I will leave your ass out in the cold tonight... ", She threatens, taking Bills jacket.  I open my mouth to retort but Brandon walks up carrying Jordyn, who was comfortably bundled in a cozy light green and hot pink tie-dyed jumper, underlined with a plane hot pink sweatshirt.

"Uhh I think our ride is here...", He notifies us, pointing to a midnight black Escalade tattooed with Avon logos. I nod and turn towards the kid's and David, who was just stepping off the plane. "Alright crew, This is what's going to happen. We are going to our hotel and where we will have our lunch okay? And before anyone asks, No we aren't going to just go sight seeing. Bill has arranged museum visits to the Leslie Lohman Museum on Wooster street and also the Guggenheim Museum both are pretty popular museums here in Soho okay?", I hear a few groans from Jasmine and Dylan. I shoot them a look.

"Is there a problem?", Marilyn groans. "Michael it is cold as the damn Northern Atlantic, Let's. Go. Now.", She demands, waking away towards the Escalade. I shake my head and chuckle. "Bill...Round them for me please.", He nods and begins throwing instructions at the kid's. I walk towards the car and climb in beside Marilyn who was still shivering a little. "Awe mama...", I sigh wrapping my arms around her. She tugs at my coat for me to unzip it.

"Girl we both are going to freeze if I open my coat.", She ignores me and unzips it, pressing her head and chest against my chest. I shiver at her touch, as she shifts to find more warmth within my jacket. Her body is so cold. The kid's soon join us, going on about who sits next to who and about what they want to see. "Alright Jackson's, Are we ready to go?", Bill asks, starting the ignition.

We all nod in agreement. "Alright, Rafael and the other's will meet us at the hotel so we've got to get a move on.", I roll me eyes. "Bill stop talking and drive...", I joke, smiling at him through the rearview mirror. He flicks up his middle finger then pulls off.

*Marilyn's Point Of View*

I'm so nervous right now. I'm reviewing my products for the convention tomorrow. With all the money AVON spent on this trip, I hope I do great. This will determine my future in the Avon business. After arriving to the hotel, we checked into our rooms. Brandon and David have their own room as well as Michael and I. But of course little Jordyn is rooming with her mommy and daddy. As for Dylan and Jasmine, they are sticking it out together.

I only hope they can behave. The rooms here are fabulous. It is stunning. Literally every little detail blows you away. With amazing aesthetics, the lobby smells like sweet, fresh roses. The staff here are very nice and helpful, and our view from our suites are amazing. Don't even get me started on the bed's. I just took the best shower I've ever taken. The showers here have removable pressure shower head's with three different water pressure speeds.

It felt like heaven and the shower gel smelt of vanilla and honey. I walk into the main part of our suite and search for a pair of my comfy grey sweat suit. I had Bill run and buy me some sweat suit's from the nearby shops here. After, slipping on the suit I plop on the bed and wait for Michael to return from his rounds. He insisted on checking on the kid's every hour to maintain peace.

Meaning, check on Dylan and Jasmine to make sure they don't tear each other apart and check on Brandon and David to make sure they keep their hand's to themselves. After ten minutes pass, Michael finally emerges from our suite door, carrying a giggling Jordyn. I smile and hop up. "Well, David and Brandon are chowing down on room service and Jasmine and Dylan are on 'storm watch' with Rafael. ", Michael exhales, carefully placing Jordyn in her mobile.

"Well that's great. Are you hungry papa?", He shrugs. "I don't know, I've been loosing my appetite lately.", He sits on the bed and removes his loafers. "Papa you've been saying that since we boarded the plane in California. You need to eat...", I scold, helping him remove his coat. "No, I'm okay. I'm just not hungry... ", I roll my eyes and walk towards the telephone.

"No...You're eating... I'm not going to let you starve yourself. ", I said, punching in the number's for room service. "Mama...", Michael whines, laying back on the bed. I ignore him. "Hello?...Yes what is your menu for today?...Yes room service.",

I'm put on hold for five minutes before being told the menu. Apparently today they are having and Under The Sea special.

Michael and I don't usually eat seafood but it doesn't hurt to get out of your comfort zone. Out of ten meals, I settled on the Garlic Tilapia Tuscan. Which is basically, grilled striped Tilapia, garlic and spinach pieces topped with Alfredo sauce and noodle pasta. After hanging up, I turn to Michael who was slowly dozing off. "Papa... Wake up. I want your belly full before you nap okay? ", I shake him a little speaking softly. Michael yawns And slowly sits up. "I told you I'm fine... You can eat, I'm just tired.", He yawns again.

"Papa you need something in your stomach, even if I have to feed you.", I warn, sitting beside him. He chuckles. "Mama... I am very much capable of feeding myself. It's sweet but I can do it.", "If you were, We wouldn't be having this conversation. Michael you aren't getting any younger, I want you to take care of yourself...", He sighs and wraps his free arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him. "Look at me when I tell you, I. Am. Fine. Don't worry babygirl. Now what's our plan for tomorrow? ", I glance at him and caress the right side of hid face.

"Sadly, we do not have plans. But I'm sure Rafael and Darrell will watch the kid's and take them to the museums while you have 'bro time' with Bill.", Michael chuckles. "I don't want to be with Bills crazy ass. I can't take him in a five minute car ride...", Michael jokes, sitting up."Oh shut-up if I leave for these few hours, I'll come back finding you and Bill making out.", I giggle out.

Michael gives me a look. "Oh so you're being funny? Last time I checked, Adam Sandler is in Los Angeles. ", I open my mouth to protest his insult but, I'm interrupted by a knock on our suit door. "Yes, The food is here! Mama is starving. ", I moan, detaching from Michael. Michael chuckles and follows me to the door. I open the door. "Misses Jackson? ", the Butler asks, pushing in our order. "Yes. Umm can you put that over there please? ",I ask, pointing towards our mini kitchen. The young man nods and rolls the cart into the kitchen.

"Anything else Mister or Misses Jackson? I'm Joshua by the way. I'm here at your Beck and call.", He beams with a smile. I giggle and shake my head. "I don't think so. Michael do you need anything? ", Michael glances over Joshua who stood patiently at the door. "No. I'm fine.", He replies dryly. I sigh. "I guess not. Thank-you Joshua. ", Joshua nods and walks out. As soon as the door closes, I glance over at Michael who was watching a peacefully sleeping Jordyn.

"Don't stare at me like that...", He said, still staring at Jordyn. "Why not? You didn't have to be rude to the poor guy. ", Michael walks into the mini kitchen. "Poor guy...", He repeats in a low mutter. "Michael Joseph, I know you aren't jealous of a Butler?!", I exclaim walking over to him. "Can you not yell? Jordyn is sleeping.", He replies calmly. "Michael... I'm not in the mood for your attitude. I want to relax before working tomorrow. But Oh no... Michael has to have a tantrum over a damn Butler! A damn Butler! ", I huff, glancing over towards Jordyn's mobile.

Thank God she isn't a light sleeper, otherwise I would have to deal with two babies.  "I'm not throwing a tantrum.. And you can stop yelling and swearing. Look can we just eat and drop it?", I roll my eyes and grab my plate; silently. I know Michael hates the silent treatment. Therefore, he's getting it all night. Walking over to our slightly larger living room, I take a seat on the equally comfortable leather sofa.

Michael follows me, sitting close beside me. I fold my leg's to the side and grab my plate. He sighs, picking at his food. I know it's a little mean but silent treatment is the only peaceful way to let him know I'm pissed and refuse to argue. "You don't have to give me the silent treatment... I didn't do anything wrong...", Michael complains, breaking the silence.  I ignore him and continue eating. "You know what? I'm not even hungry. I'm taking a nap... ", He stands up from the sofa and tosses his plate on to the coffee table.

I watch him as he walks into the bedroom part of our suite. I sigh and sit for a few more minutes before grabbing his plate and walking into the bedroom. "Here, You need to eat...", I spoke softly to hopefully ease the mood. I'm still a little angry but I don't want him to starve himself. "I'm not hungry... ", He protest, turning on his side. I groans and turn him on his back. Taking the plate from the night stand, I crawl on top of him.

"Yes you are. I'm going to feed you if I have to.", "Would you get off me?", I shake my head and stab a few noodles with his fork. "Open.", He slowly sits up, holding my waist for balance. "Marilyn, I'm not hungry... Move.", I ignore him and place the fork wrapped in noodles, near his lips. "Open.", "Babygirl, You are not going to force fee-", I slide the fork into his mouth, careful not to choke him. Michael refuses to chew.

"Chew.", He stares at me for a few minutes then swallows. "I told you I'm no-", I repeat what I did before. "I can do this all night. Now chew.", He reluctantly chews and swallows. "Good boy.", I praise, patting his chest softly. I am definitely enjoying this. I guess it beats silent treatment. "Okay, Okay. You won. I'll eat...", He groans, taking the plate from my hand's. I don't budge. I want him to eat right in my face. "What?", He asks defensively. "Nothing, Just eat.", He shakes his head, cracking a small smile.

"But you say I'm a pain in the ass...", I smirk, happy with my success. "I know...", He chuckles and continues eating. Once he is finished I climb off of him. "Where are you going?", Michael asks, grabbing my wrist. "Well I need to eat too.", He smirks. "Since you so graciously fed me. Let me do the same.", He says, climbing off the bed. "No Thank-you.... ", "Oh No Mama, I insist...", He enthuses, Jogging towards the living room where my plate is laying openly on the coffee table.

"Michael stop...I'm really hungry. ", He laughs grabbing the plate. "Sit down. Let me feed you...", I roll my eyes and take a sit beside him. He can be so annoying. I know he's having his pay back. "Open... ", I follow his command. Michael slowly places the noddle filled fork, on my lips. Just as I was biting on to the fork, He quickly slides the fork away from my mouth.

I end up biting down on my lip instead. I hiss and attempt to look at my now bleeding lip. Michael quickly stands up and grabs a napkin from the cart. "I'm sorry babygirl... I really am...", He whispers, trying to pat the napkin on my lip. I glare at him. "Michael my fucking lip is bleeding...", He removes the napkin. "I know.... Papa is sorry... want me to kiss it?", I shake my head.

"No, You're an asshole. I'm going to finish my presentation. ", He chuckles. "Awe. Babygirl you have to talk with your lip poked out?", I squint my eyes at him. "Yes... It hurts otherwise. ", He smiles and walks towards me. "Look I'll finish your presentation. Just go fix....that. ", I was going to protest but found No point in doing so. "I love you Mama... ", He teases. I walk away and flick up my middle finger. I hear him chuckle again before starting on his mission. I'm going to kill him if my lip doesn't heal over night...

To Be Continued...