*Yuli's Point Of View*

You know, my mother always told me that patience is a virtue.  She told me that good thing's nevertheless come easy. "When you go through a dark tunnel, remember there's always light at the end", She would enthuse. Two year's ago I wouldn't have believed that. During the worst year for my friends the Jackson's, I constantly reminded them of that. And now a year later, thing's changed for all of us; for the better. In the past year, My beautiful son tuned one year's old. Everyday with my little Carson is a blessing. I thank God for our bundle of joy each day. He literally was meant to have a different fate. Little Carson Daniel Romerez, was born a month early at 3 pounds and 11 ounces. We were scared out of our minds, Ryan and I. Marilyn and Michael were our biggest supporters that day. They knew what it felt like, because that went through the same thing with Dylan. But of course my mother's words rung true through my ear's. Within three sleepless and anxiety filled month's, Carson was discharged in full health. Yes my little Carson is a miracle baby. As for Ryan and I, We celebrated our 2 year anniversary. I love that man so much. I honestly can say I am living a dream I do not want to wake from...

*Marilyn's Point Of View*

For the past week, Michael has been restless. I try to help as much as I can, but nothing seems to work. He is constantly awake. But when he sleeps, It's only for a few hours. I have told him to see a doctor about that, but he claims he has it handled. I would reluctantly drop the subject, but in the back of my head, I know I can't let it go. It is also affecting his eating habits. Which is making his weight drop. It is so scary, and work and the media isn't making thing's any better. But Michael's so stubborn, he won't slow down. I woke up early this morning to get a head start on laundry. With five people in a house, it causes for a lot of cleaning; especially in the clothes arena with one grown man, two growing teenagers, and a baby.  So getting this out of the way now, means no hassle later. I slowly walk upstairs, with the laundry basket, set securely on my right hip. The house is still sleeping so I'm sneaking around. I take my first trip to Jasmine's room. I slowly crack open her door. When I enter, I spot her sprawled out on her bed with her phone on her chest. Her hair is everywhere. I smile to myself. My little snicker doodle is growing up so fast. I can't even keep up. I turn my attention towards her neat pile of dirty laundry. I sigh in relief. Wish the boys and Jordyn were this neat. I scoop her dirty clothes up and retire them into the laundry basket. The rest of my collection of dirty laundry wasn't so easy. I stepped on every piece of Lego, action figure, and toy cars in Dylan's room. I almost woken Jordyn, and Michael is just as disorganized with clothes as it gets. I finally finish my round and traded the dirty clothes for the clean one's between the washer and dryer. Just as I was walking out of the laundry room, the telephone rang. I quickly jog over to it to answer it.

"Hello?"
"Good morning, This is Doctor Melrose, Is Mister Jackson present?",
"Uhh no he isn't, May I take a message? "
"Sure that would be nice, Can you tell him his medicine is ready?",
"Medicine? "
"Yes, His new sleeping pills for his insomnia... Didn't he tell you?",
"Uhh...Ye-Yes he did...I must've forgotten... "
"Ha-ha that's alright we all have that moment... Well I must get going, Thank-you and have a good day Misses Jackson",
"Okay, You're welcome and same to you"
"Alright bye now... ",
"Bye"*

I sigh and end the call. I swear every time I think we are over the whole secretary thing, Michael still finds a way to keep crap from me. I return the phone on it's hook and head upstairs. This ends now...

*Michael's Point Of View*

I am woken from the best sleep I've ever had; in awhile, to Marilyn yelling my name. "Michael! Get up!", She yells shaking me violently. "Whaat?", I groan turning on my side facing her. She looks pissed. Her lip is poking out and her right hand is clinging onto her right hip angrily. "Michael... I'm going to ask you something and you better not lie to me!", She demanded, glaring at me. I nod, wanting to know what has her so steamed. "Do you have insomnia? ", She asked, her tone was calmer and patient. I furrow my eyebrows, in a desperate attempt to remember the word. It soon hits me. Now I have to tell her everything. Damn nothing stays a secret for long around here. I sigh. "Yes...I do...But It's under control... ", I stressed, leaning up against the head board. Marilyn rubs her face. "Whose Doctor Melrose?", I sigh again heavily. "A doctor Bill told me about... ", "But he's not your regular doctor... Michael don't do this...Taking medicine from some random doctor...", I roll my eyes. "Babygirl a doctor is a doctor, Plus I trust Bi-", "I understand that but you don't know crap about this doctor! I love and trust Bill but...I don't know about this doctor... ", "You worry too much...He's going to help me...", "When were you going to tell me...", She whispered. I shrug. "I don't know...When I had it under control... ", "But You just sa-", "Mama...Trust me...I have this... I should be worrying about you....You're going to work yourself to death...Come here...", I said patting a spot beside me. "Michael I need to finish cleaning for today or it'll never get done...", She said softly walking towards the bedroom door. I sigh and slip away from the bed. "Mama... I'm sorry... ", Said walking up to her. She turns and looks at me. "No more secrets...", She whispered, Her eyes dancing with mine. I nod and step closer. "No more secrets...", I whispered, stealing a kiss. Marilyn smiles against my lips and hugs my neck. I love this woman so much and she has sacrificed so much for the both of us. It hurts knowing I continue hurting her with secrets and lies. I am still working on myself. I just hope I can fix myself before thing's spin out of control...

To Be Continued...