*Brandon's Point Of View*

Second thoughts. Something that I have been having for the past few days now. I'm scared out of my mind. Maybe getting married isn't what I want? Or need? I don't know anymore. Life is crazy because of my relationship. Ducking and dodging camera's and questions. All because the world can't stand the fact that their beloved "Hot producer", has a gay son who is planning to marry his partner. Which is why I am so afraid to go through with the ceremony.

I know it makes David uncomfortable, because it makes me uncomfortable. At the family meeting dad held, I expressed that. Mom was absent because of her 'injury' therefore dad stepped in and said:

"I'm sorry Brandon, but if you love David like you say you do, you wouldn't let ignorance or anything else stop you. Now either you marry him or don't and regret it for the rest of your life...",

I knew He was right. I hate when he's blunt and right. But I also know He said what David wouldn't, therefore I plan on talking to David about our future. We've talked about it before, but I want thing's to be clear from both perspectives. I just took a long overdue warming shower. I always take a long one before making a major move. It helps me concentrate and keeps me calm.

Wrapping the towel stout my waist, I open the bathroom door and scan the hall for any sightings of s Jackson. Deeming the coast as clear, I step out into the hall and quickly scurry two doors down into my guest room. Once I enter my room, I quickly close the door behind me. I switch on the light and casually walk over to my dresser.

As I'm searching through my drawers I spot a figure in the far left corner of the room where a recliner resides. I quickly turn around only to find it to be David. He was starring into his phone screen blankly. Grabbing a pair of boxers and jeans, I slide them on and walk over to him. "Babe...are you okay?", He slowly glances up at me. His beautiful doe eyes, glistening with old tears.

I sigh and sit in his lap, placing his phone on the nightstand beside us. "Babe...what's wrong? ", I ask again, lifting his face to mine. He blinks a few times before replying. "My family...  I want them hear. They just refuse. Brandon it hurts... My own sister won't come. They have disowned me officially. ", He croaks, clinging onto my bare torso. I wrap my arm's around his neck.

"Forget them. You have my family. We all love you. When we are married, none of their opinions will matter.", I convince, stroking his shortly locks. "I don't know Brandon. I don't know if I can live in your world. It's a lot to take in still.", He expresses, pressing his forehead against mine. I give him a small smile then Peck his lips.

"Don't worry. I'm here to help you fight through it. Nothing will stop us from being happy okay?", I assure, kissing his lips tenderly this time. He smiles against my lips, begging for more. "I just took a showers David!", I exclaim, rejecting his request for a make out session. He frowns. "I thought you loved me.", I grin mischievously. "And I do but I want to continue this without the family around. ", He smirks deviously.

"Or... We can take a trip to the shower and you can teach me how to properly use the arm rods...", He suggests, rubbing my torso. I stand up from his lap."Sound's like a plan...", I slowly walk towards the bathroom, only stopping to tease him. "Come on Mister David, class is in session...", He laughs and quickly jogs up behind me. God I love this man.

*Michael's Point Of View*

"Mama how are you going to do a commercial when we have to do a meet greet at Ryan's?", I ask, watching Marilyn walk from the closet to her full body mirror for the third time. She sighs still examining her reflection. "Papa, I have told you, I couldn't make it. This commercial is a really big deal for me on my project with Avon.", She expresses, walking towards the closet.

Rising from the end if the bed, I grab her arm gently before she passes me. "Mama, You know I can't do an appearance by myself. ", She exhales deeply, removing my hand. "papa, you have a name for yourself. I, on the other hand, am still trying to have my voice heard. This is really important to me.",-" Don't you think you sound a little selfish? ", She cuts her eyes at me.

"You know what? Fine! I will cancel my commercial! It will cost me, but fuck it!", She exclaims, walking away into the bathroom. Great, now she's pissed, I quickly follow behind her. "Mama I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like it sounded. I understand-", She glares at me.

"No, No you don't! You went to college and had a major that you actually made use of! I just fucked mine over! Let me have this. Just let me have something I can be proud of Michael.", She croaks, sitting on the edge of the bathtub. I sigh and walk over to her. "Why do you insist on bottling thing's up?", I ask, taking a spot beside her. She tugs at the hem of her charcoal, pencil skirt, silently.

"Answer me, please. ", She slowly looks up at me. The look in her eyes is a look from year's ago. The look of insecurity; creeping back in. I place my hand over hers.

"Stop letting it get to you. Don't bottle thing's up Mama. You are smarter and more talented than you give yourself credit for being. You gave me three beautiful children plus one we adopted together. Our kid's are healthy and wonderful, making dreams for themselves. You did that.", I stand up, rising her up along with me. "Please look at me.", She does as instructed.

"Instead of going alone, I'll go with you. If this is what you want, then I'm here to support you.", She remains silent. "Mama Why aren't you saying anything. Talk to me.", Wrapping her arm's around my waist, she whispers thank-you. "Don't thank me Mama. I say it because I love you. Now give me some sugar.", She let's out a small giggle, leaning up to meet me in a kiss.

Placing my lips on hers, I run my hands from her shoulders to the small of her back. "If you weren't still healing, I would show you how I'm feeling right now. ", Giggling, she breaks the kiss to trail downwards, tracing my jawline. I close my eye's for a split second. She knows what she's doing to me. "Mama... You better stop...", I breathe out. She giggles then squeezes my butt. "I'm just thanking you...", I take her hands.

"As much as I would love that... God I would love it, but you need to finish preparing for your commercial.", She smirks. "Are you sure about that?", I nod, ignoring my senses. "Yeah I'm sure, nothing a cold shower won't fix... ", She giggles, surrendering. "Okay, Don't say I didn't try. I'll go finish up.",I nod and Peck her lips one last time before she walked out.

I couldn't help but watch her walk away. I Love the way she walks, it demands attention, and so does she. I just hope this commercial goes well and Ryan forgives us. Will life ever stay still for us to breathe for a minute before something falls out of place?...

To Be Continued...