*Michael's Point Of View*

Waking up this morning after last night is a hassle. My back and shoulder's are scratched and bit up, and I'm extremely tired. But I will admit, I think I needed that last night. A stress release. I know marriage is more than sexual chemistry but I think, having an emotional connection allows for sex to become love making therefore making up some the basics of marriage.

The other basic is stability and liability. I have been having trouble with both; stability mainly.  Therefore this morning, I plan on having a family meeting. In order to get a grasp of what's on everyone's mind. Even Jordyn if she decides to say more than 'Mama' and 'Dada'. Finally winning the battle over sleep, I slowly sit up in the bed and stretch.

When my hand's plop down onto the covers, I realize I'm alone. I glance to left. No Marilyn. I sigh and slowly swivel to the side of the bed, wiping my face. Finally gaining control of my body, I stand from the bed and walk over to the dresser across the room in search of boxers. Once I find a decent pair, I slide it on and search for Marilyn. "Mama?", I call, walking towards our bathroom. I don't receive a response.

I walk up to the door and lightly knock on it. I know she's in there, there's light seeping from the bottom of the door. "Mama... Are you okay?", I ask urgently. I hear her light movements before the door opens. She emerges from behind the door in her lavender robe, with teary eyes. She also looks like she is in pain.

"Mama what's wrong with you?", She limps over to the toilet then slowly sits on the lid. I watch, still waiting for an answer. "I don't know what's wrong with me. My... You know, it freakin' hurts, like someone's stabbing me there. Michael I'm scared.", I walk over to her. "Oh God... Did I do this?", She shrugs.

"I don't think so... It just really hurts.", She winces, holding the lower part of her abdomen. I run my hand's frustratedly through my already shaggy curls. "Want me to take a look?", She screws up her eyes. "What? How would you know if something is wrong?", I couldn't help but chuckle before replying. "I am very familiar with Kitty. I think I can tell if something is wrong. ", She glares at me for a minute.

"Now is not the time... ", I raise my hand's in defeat. "Okay,Okay... bad joke.  So do you want me to or not?", She sighs then nods. "Don't feel uncomfortable mama. It's just me... your husband.", I convince, pecking her forehead. She inhales deeply. "Just please hurry. It really freakin' hurts.", She winces again. I nod and step in front of her. "Is it everything or one part?", She rolls her eyes in agitation.

"Michael I'm not answering questions, just look at my fucking vagina! ", She snaps, still clinging to her abdomen. "Okay, okay. Just take a couple deep breaths.", She nods and begins the breathing exercise. I slowly squat down and spread her leg's carefully, trying to not add onto her pain. She hisses painfully, squeezing her eyes shut.

"I'm sorry mama... bare with me.", Slowly sliding her robe up her thighs, I get a good glimpse of her. "Mama can you lift your leg?", She lifts her right leg as I gently slide it onto my shoulder. Having a better look, I pinpoint her problem. Removing her leg, I rub her thigh and little before standing up. "Is it bad?", She asks, terror present in her tone.

"You're just swollen... I Can call a in-call doctor or Bill. ", -", And what in the hell will Bill do?! I don't want random people examining my vagina!", I lean against the sink. "What do you want to do then?", She covers her face with her hand's. "I don't know... ",-"Should I call Yuli?", Shakes her head, no. "I'm calling a doctor... ", She doesn't respond so I quickly walk out to call for a doctor.

*Marilyn's Point Of View*

I couldn't be in a more terrible position than I am now. I have a random 'well known' OBYN examining me, while Michael explains to Bill about last night and this morning. I really just want to be swallowed up right now. "And how is your monthly functions misses Jackson? ", The OBGYN; Doctor Radcliffe, asks, with her face still being greeted by kitty.

I lean up on the bed to try to look at the brunette. "Yes...",-" Are They painful?", I roll my eyes. "Not really just cramps are a little terrible... ", She nods and finally reveals her freckled face. "Are you sexually active with Mister Jackson?", I nod. "When was the last time you two were intimate?",-" Last night...", She giggles. "I see. Well it seems to me that your body is having some sort of reaction or was bruised. Did it hurt during intercourse?", I glance up at the ceiling.

She's asking too many questions without giving an equal amount of answers. "Miss Jackson I know this us uncomfortable but please tell me...", I sigh. "A little. We were trying out new thing's. Umm can you tell me if it was him, that, me....something? I'm scared here. ", She nods, smiling.

"Well it just seems like, you may have had too much fun. In laymen terms, sex was a factor but, you we're already scarred. I recommended you take a break from sex and I'll prescribe you a bottle of Xanax for Your swelling. ", She concludes standing up. I slowly stand from the bed. "So I'm okay? ", She nods.

"Yes you are but, take it easy. You are not too far from menopause. That could be a contributing factor to your terrible cramps. Therefore I recommend, a few vitamins for your immune system as well as for your overall health. Okay? ",-", Okay. Thank-you...", She smiles again before walking away. Once she opens the door, Michael and Bill enter the bedroom.

"So are you okay mama?", I nod, retying my robe. "I'm fine... Just have to-", "You two aren't twenty anymore! Stop humping like rabbits! Damn... ", Bill exclaims, shaking his head. Michael glares at him. "Bill if you're going to be rude, you can leave.", Bill rolls his eyes. "I'm sorry but you two just need to take better care of yourselves. ",-" You're right... I'm just thankful nothing's wrong...", I exhale.

"Well the kid's are downstairs. They really want to see what's up with mommy so do you want to see them?", Michael asks. "Of course. Where's Yuli?", "Uhh she left. She says she'll be back to check on you.", I exhale deeply. "I still don't understand...", Michael exchanges a quick glance with Michael. Bill steps up to me. "Just take it easy. You'll be fine I'm sure. Can't say much for your ignorant ass husband...", Bill jokes, patting my shoulder.

"Bill, I'll handle you later. Mama I'm going to bring the kid's up okay?", I nod and watch Michael jog out. Bill stays silent, standing beside me rocking back and forth. "Bill what's on your mind?", I ask, glancing at him. He shrugs. "I'm still confused as well. You're just bruised? I think it could be something else...",-" Well I take care of myself. I don't know... Maybe menopause?", He chuckles.

"Woman you're only thirty-eight.", I open my mouth to reply, but Jasmine and the gang stops me with chatter of their own. "Mom! Are you okay? Aunt Tulip said you were hurt?!", Jasmine exclaims, entering the room. I nod, smiling. "Snickers, I'm fine.",-"Mom! I thought you died or something! God. I was scared when Ain't Yuli picked Jasmine and I up from camp. ", He expresses, walking up to me only to squeeze at my waist.

"I missed you too honey...", I wince. Taking notice of the pain in mg voice, he quickly let's go."Sorry mom...",-"It's okay love. ", Next to enter is Brandon, David, and Jordyn.  David is carrying a fussy Jordyn. "Hey mom. How are you feeling?", Brandon asks, slowly approaching me. I giggle."Why are you guys acting like I'm dying or something? I love you guys and I'm fine. thank-you.", David walks up to me.

"I think you're the one she wants...", He chuckles, carefully placing Jordyn in my arms. Jordyn instantly calms down.  "Hey mommy's peaches. I missed you.", She tries to start a conversation through jibberish. Jasmine giggles and plops on the bed. "So what exactly happened that we had to sleep over at Aunt Yuli's?", Jasmine asks, swinging her feet from the edge of the bed. The other's nod and wait for a explanation.

"Well, visitation is over...Out. Bye crew.", Michael says, entering the room. Jasmine and Dylan groan aloud. "Well your mom needs rest. You'll live. ",-"But dad... Mom didn't tell us what happened.", Dylan whines. Brandon whispers something in David's ear. Snickering, they glance at Michael who was blushing deeply. "Umm she got sick. Look, mom needs rest. You vermon's need to make like the blues and scat.", The kid's all laugh.

I couldn't help but join in myself. "Dad that was so lame. Where did you find that dinosaur joke?", Dylan asks holding his gut. Jasmine high fives him. "Good one. Now that was funny!", She exclaims, hopping off the bed. "Ha-ha, Get out.", Michael playfully scowls. Jasmine and Dylan continue picking on Michael as they exit. "Well I hope you feel better soon misses Jay. Mister Jackson, please stick to Martin Gaying it. No more mix taping.... ", David says with a wink.

Brandon nods, snickering. Michael points to the door. "Out.", They laughing harder, exiting the room. Once they disappear behind the door, Michael turns to me. "Those kid's...And David. I just don't know... ", I giggle. "You'll live papa...", He nods then carefully steals Jordyn away. I frown. "No,you needs rest. I'll play mommy and daddy. You just rest up.", He scolds, pecking my forehead.

I poke my lip out. He shakes his head. "Rest mama. I'm sorry but you need to heal.",-"You did this to me..",-"But you enjoyed it...", He winks, walking towards the door. I sigh, slowly climbing into the bed. It is still a little painful But not too bad that I can't operate know my own.

"I love you...", I call after him. He stops at the door. "Love you too mama. Next time I'll be gentle..", I giggle, rolling my eyes. He continues exiting. I shift in the bed until I'm comfortable. I hope this won't be a long healing process...

To Be Continued...