*Marilyn's Point Of View*

"honey what's wrong?", Mother asks, entering the living room. Shifting on the love seat, I shake my head, sitting up. Giving me a disapproving glance, she gathers her navy, white striped draping sun dress and walks towards me. "I'm going to ask this again. What's wrong honey?", She lulls, taking a spot beside me. I sigh.

"I miss him mom. I really do. I hate being away from him. With everything that is going on. I want my Michael.", I crack, feeling yet another round of tears. I've been crying for days now. Some tears are for the thing's that are happening without Michael, but I cry mostly for Michael. I need him.

"Honey, You have to stop crying. He's getting help, not dying. He'll be home soon.", She soothes, stroking my hair. I nod, wiping my face with my palms. "Besides, we have other issue's to deal with...", Knowing she's exactly right, I reassemble my emotions, to prepare for today. I feel guilty for not being excited as I should be, but I am steadily struggling with coping.

Today is Jordyn's second birthday. Which is a wonderful beautiful miracle, but thing's are so overwhelming now it's hard to be happy. "Marilyn, I want you to go see him. Yuli, Patrick and I will take the kid's for today. Joseph said he'll catch a early flight for tomorrow. So go, go visit your husband.", She nudges me. I shake my head in disapproval.

"Mom, I can't. I wouldn't be able to walk away again. I would loose it.", I stress, remembering my last visit. I literally has to be escorted out by Bill and Rafael. Of course later on the next day the media made a huge skeptical about it, Therefore I just call him instead of visiting him. Mother sighs, Standing from the couch.

"Look, I need you to stop mopping. I'm giving you a to-do list. Fir-",-"Mom... I really don't feel like it today...", I whine, rolling my eyes aimlessly. She gives me a look that could only mean, it's her way or the highway.

"Marilyn Michelle Jackson, You are going to go upstairs and prepare for a visit to the rehab center. Okay? Then we are going to plan for Your child's birthday. And you're going to enjoy every bit of it!, Got it?", She instructs forcefully.  A little taken back by her tone, I quickly nod and stand from my spot on the couch.

"Thank-you... Now go on. Yuli and I will handle everything, you just buy the cake and whatever else. When you return I want a smile on that beautiful chocolate face of yours, okay?",-"Yes ma'am.", I reply, trying to hide my giggle from her last comment. My mother is something crazy. Nodding approvingly, she shoo's me out of the living room. Still gigging to myself, I make my way to the bedroom.

I know my mother is right about being happy and not moping around, but like I said, it's hard not having Michael around. Especially on those day's when I just can't seem to catch a break. Between my new make-up line, the kid's, and the media, thing's become overwhelming. What keeps me afloat is the thought of Michael returning home healthy and happy. That's all I want.

Once I enter the bedroom, I instantly gravitate towards the closet. I want to wear something that wll have Michael in awe, but still be appropriate and conservative. Rummaging through my plethora of skirts, jeans, dresses, and blouses, I finally settle on a simple  black dress with a sheer and leather design, mix. I personally am not a fan of black, but I love this dress.

It's daring, but subtle; just like me. After admiring the dress for a little while longer, I set off to search through my juggle of shoes. Between Michael and I, there is about enough clothing in our closet to clothe a small country. It's funny sometimes, because we both complain about not having anything to wear; go figure. A pair of, black and silver studded wedge catch my eyes.

Awing silently, I pull them out of their box and mentally congratulate myself on a job well done. Concluding my outfit with a couple of simple accessories, I take my party to the bathroom for a much needed hot shower. That's the thing's about hot showers, they make you feel replenished. Stepping under the showers head, I twist the knobs awaiting the alluring feeling of heat against my body.

Whether it's from the hot water or my roasted cocoa beans and vanilla, shower gel filling my nose; I am definitely at ease and a little tingly. I close my eyes and run the sponge over my body, allowing the suds to build upon my skin. Suddenly the image of Michael standing in front of me appears. He's of course naked, with a boyish smile plastered on his face.

I bite down on my lip, just imagining him claiming me as his territory. "Oh God..." I moan, not realizing that I'm doing the job myself. This isn't my usual thing, but someone has to. Just a  simple mirage of Michael, turns me on and sends me over the edge. "Mmm... ", I moan again, trying to find that surge I feel when it's Michael instead of me.

Finally, I find the Right rhythm that I love so much, and soon enough I'm howling to the non visible moon. "Marilyn? Honey, are you okay in there? ", I hear mother ask from the other side of the door. My eyes shoot open and Michael soon disappears, along with my euphoria. Quick washing the rest of my suds filled body, I turn of the shower head and reaches for a nearby towel. 

"Honey are you okay?", Mother repeats, this time knocking on the door. "Yes mother, I am. Just getting dressed.", I lie, praying silently that she will walk away; of course she doesn't. "Well, Bill is hear to pick you up. And maybe you should sound Proof your room before 'happy time', You aren't better discreet.", She laughs, fading away from the door.

I face palm myself and quickly open the door to defend myself, but she already left the room. I let out a long sigh before gathering my pride and continuing my mission to get dressed.

*Michael's Point Of View*

"Mikel, You have a visitor.", Rosa notifies me in her usual dry tone. I glance up from the chess board I was fiddling with. I have more clue how to play chest, so I thought it would be interesting to teach myself; epic fail. I just endued up starring at the board sparsely. "Thanks Bertha.", I Insult, flashing a wide smile at the heavy set, caramel woman.

She rolls her eyes, grunting to herself as she walks away. I chuckle to myself and begin My trip to the visitation room. I actually request my own private room, so I can of course have real privacy. The room was recommended by Marcus anyways. Walking through the security scanner, I finally reach my escape.

Upon entry my eyes meet Bill's, then a pair of long Hershey legs and a beautiful smile that can only belong to my babygirl. "Hey Mama...", I speak softly, after a few minutes of marveling over her beauty; it's been awhile since I last seen her. She cheese's, glancing down at her heels.

"Hey papa... ", I glance over my shoulder at Marcel; a security officer for the center, who so graciously followed me here. "Umm, You can leave now.", I force a smile. He gives me a blank facials expression, Then reluctantly turns and exist the room. Turning my attention back on Marilyn, I give Will the signal to exit as well. He shakes his head and obeys.

"Can I get a Damn Hey? Shit... I don't even exist, do I?", He grumbles behind me. I chuckle, watching him with amusement. "Ha-ha, I love you too Bill.", He stops at the door before playfully flicking me off. Once he exist, I give my full attention to Marilyn, who was already walking over to me.

"Are there camera's in here papa?", She asks, slowly removing her black cardigan that once draped over her shoulder's. "No, I don't think so...", I answer unsure of her question. I scan around the room just in case there are. She grins mischievously, finally in arm's reach of me. "Good...", She purrs against my ear. "Wait, Babygirl why did you ask?", Eying me like a delicious cuisine, she points to a chair adjacent to us.

"Which do you prefer? Standing up or sitting down?", She asks, demands clear in her voice and fire in her eyes. Still trying to evaluate the situation, I shrug. "Standing up, I guess. Mama what are you up to?", Mutely smirking at me, she reached for the draw strong of my charcoal sweat pants.

"I've been craving you. Do you know that?", She purrs, slipping her hand into my pants before I can react. "Mmm Mama, Can't we Talk first?", I reluctantly whine. She shakes her head. "Papa, I want you anyway I can have you right now. I fucking masturbated, I. Want. You. Now.", She demands, biting at my neck. I can't help but chuckle at her behavior. Never has she been this extreme.

"Wait, Babygirl you masturbated?", She stops torturing my neck to glance at me shamefully. "I told you, I have been craving you papa...", Reminding me of a little kid, I just smile foolishly. "Well, shouldn't I be the one, treating you?",-"No because I want you.", She moans, groping my butt. "Girl, that's my ass.", She giggles.

"I missed it... Michael I really just want to do some dirty thing's to you... Let me do it.",-" What kind of dirty thing's?", I tease, raising one eyebrow for emphasis. Sighing impatiently, she whispers in my ear a few of her pleasurable ambitions. "Damn babygirl, You missed me that much?", Biting down on her bottom lip hungrily, she nods.

"I really need you Michael, I really do.", I nod, pulling her closer into my chest. "I know mama, but I want to wait. I want to be in full stability to handle what you're offering okay?", She groans in my chest, reluctantly nodding. "But, I can give you something to settle for...", I lull, detaching myself from her.

"I can't give the full show, but I can give you a taste.", I smirk, directing her to the nearest wall away from the door. "You know how this goes Mama, Up with the dress, down with the lace.", I growl watching her squirm with excitement. Even though she came to please me, I know she just needs a little loving for herself; from yours truly.

"Papa I want-",-" Shh babygirl. Let daddy handle you, we can talk later, now spread them please.", She obeys, slipping off her lace and heels. Beginning my sensual healing at her lips, I slowly trail down to her neck, holding her hands above her head just in case she becomes impatient. "Sss.... Mmm", She hisses, once my hand's wander up her leg's.

"How much do you miss me Mama?", I ask, finally reaching her swollen barrier. "Like the moon misses the sun when it set's. ", She moans, fighting to have her hand's released. I lean into her face and bite down on her bottom lip gently, while my fingers play a game of penetration with Kitty. "Ahh.... papa you can't... You can't do this to me... damn...", She moans aloud in pleasure.

Bracing her lips with mine again, I drown the rest of her beautiful moans, only pumping harder once I release her hands. Within minutes, she's hiccuping my name and pulling at my hair. "Fuck...Fuck.... I-I love you Michael Joseph. I really fucking... Mmm", Are her last word's before she peaks, rolling her eyes back, euphoria long lost within them. Removing my hand, I smirk at a job well done.

"Papa... Thank-you. God...", She forces out through staggered breaths. "My pleasure Mama. When I am discharged, there will be more where that came from. Now, hurry and fix yourself before someone see's you.", She nods and obeys, stuffing something in her pocket before taking an awkward seat at the metallic table behind us. "How's the birthday girl?", I asks casually, taking a seat beside her.

She inhales deeply a few times before answering. "She's with mother and Yuli. I couldn't focus this morning at all. That's why I'm here. Papa I can't function without you. Not mentally, emotionally, or physically.", She admits, her dark eyes becoming glossy. I frown, taking her hand in mine. "I'm sorry Mama. I know it's hard, but I'll be home very soon.

I shouldn't stop you from not enjoying the joys of our peaches growing up. Listen, I need you to be strong, because maybe the-",-"The wall's may tumble or the sun may refuse to shine...", She cracks a smile,finishing my statement. I peck her palm. "But our love is for all time. No matter what Mama, I'm going to always be there. So smile babygirl.", I assure her, pecking her palm again.

She sighs, cheesing like a school girl. "I know. It just becomes hard to Remember that when I watch TV that has yet another need anchor or journalist bashing our family. It hurts Michael.",-"I know it does Mama. That's why I and working on myself so I can get out of here earlier. I have some thing's to clear up and then work on us.", I explain, starring a hole into her ring.

"I'm proud of you Papa. I really am.", She smiles, leaning in to press her lips against mine. I reaches for Her waist to holding her steady. "Mmm babygirl we should Stop before I Have you on this table.", I groan in her mouth once she slips her tongue in. Ignoring My suggestion, she rises from her away to climbing into my lap. I'm mentally swearing myself right now.

I want her Right here, right now, but I also want to wait for a proper scenery. "Babygirl...", I whimper, trying to restrain myself. "Okay...", She finally replies, detaching herself from me. I watch her groom herself before taking Her seat again. "Damn. You aren't making this easy for me.", She smirks, shrugging. "I guess not. I-",-"Umm hour time was up an your ago. Come on Jackson.", Marcel interrupts, entering the room.

Marilyn and I glance over at him. "Alright father. Give us a minute.", He squints his eyes at me. "Don't start Jackson. Let's go.", He demands, gesturing with his finger's. I roll my eyes again and stand from my chair. "Well, I guess I should go...", Marilyn exhales. I nod. "Unfortunately.... Just remember what I said. I love you babygirl.", I stress, walking her to the door.

"I love you too Papa. I'll kiss the kid's for you.",-"Tell the birthday girl, daddy loves her and misses her.", Marilyn giggles,stopping at the doorway. "I'll tell you if she responds. Don't worry about her gift, I have that covered.",-"Tell her daddy will make it up to her. Please.", She nods, slipping something into my hands. "Just a little souvenir... ", She whispers, pecking my lips.

Before I can ask what it is that I'm holding, Bill whisks her away. I open my hand slowly, revealing her red, lacey panties. I chuckle to myself, shoving the panties into my pocket before Marcel could take notice. She knows this will only make my wait harder.

Just the thought of her with no panties on sends tingles down my spine; and everywhere else. "Jackson, Get a move on...", Marcel bark's, interrupting my fantasy. I sigh, silently praying for an early return home...

To Be Continued...

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