*Marilyn's Point Of View*

Today is a new day. The sun is shining, and the bird's are gleeful. Yet today still seems so eerie. With the constant drama going on, I find it hard to focus on work and Jordyn. Even though Michael is back home, I still constantly worry about him. I don't know if he's lying about thing's to keep me calm or to be plain sneaky.

Sometimes I feel he's falling back into his old ways of seclusion. But then, he turns into this wondrous romantic and loving father, which makes me forget every negative thing that's going on. God knows how much I pray for sanity and peace, I just hope they'll be answered soon.

"What color is that peaches?", I ask, pointing to the plastic, purple triangle in front of her. Wrinkling her nose in thought, she silently configures the toy. "Pah-Pah, Purple?", She finally struggles, looking to me for approval. I smile, gasping for extra effects. "Wow... That's great peaches. Mommy is proud of you!", I coo, tickling at her stomach.

Just like Michael, she is very ticklish. I think it's adorable. "Da-da?", She asks, tapping two other shapes together mindlessly. I giggle. "Daddy is upstairs. How about we go visit him. Then we can call Nana.", She quickly drops the plastic shapes, clapping with excitement. "Da-da and Nana?", I nod still lost in my giggles.

I swear she is too cute for word's sometimes. She is more like Michael and Dylan than me. After five minutes, her toys are stashed away and we are exiting her room to visit Daddy. "Ready to see daddy?",-"Da-da?! Yes.", She squeals, trotting towards his door as we approach his office.

Michael has been cooped up in his office every since five o'clock this morning; it's two in the afternoon now. "Alright peaches. Go in quietly...", I whisper, placing my index over my lips as a demonstration. She giggles quietly before nodding. I smile then carefully twist the knob to enter his office. Upon entry, we catch a glimpse of a napping Michael before he wakes up at full alert.

"Da-da!!", Jordyn squeals, charging for him playfully. Michael's sleepy eyes are glimmered with a sparkle of love as Jordyn evades his space with giggles and unending questions. "Hey peaches. How are you princess?", He asks, scooping her into his lap, she reaches for his reader's glasses. Michael hates those thing's. He swears I find it unattractive, but on the contrary I love it.

It makes him look like he's in charge and I find that sexy. As soon as the glasses are in her hand's, the embarrassment begins. "Glah-glasses?", Jordyn pronounces, twirling the lenses in her hand's. Michael's cheeks turn a deep blush of apple red. "Yes, those are my reading glasses. Can daddy please have them back?", Jordyn glances at him silently for a moment.

"No...", She giggles, climbing off his lap. Michael gasp playfully, trying to catch the tot before she sprints out of the office. Watching the entire commotion unfold, I giggle to myself and follow the two. "No glasses for Da-da!", Jordyn squeals, dodging Michael once again as they take their chance into the hall. Michael zooms past me still trying to catch the little hare.

"Can you please give daddy his glasses back?", Michael pleads, breathing hoarsely. The chase has paused in our bedroom; Jordyn is on one side of the bed and Michael on the other. As for me, I'm watching from the door. With another squeal of victory, Jordyn simply shakes her head, no.

"Come on... Daddy will take you to get candy.", Michael tries to convince. Knowing that she would probably fall for it, he eases his way over to her side while she stood in thought. In one swift movement, Michael's glasses are thrown on the bed and Jordyn is snatched up playfully into her victorious fathers hand's.

"Gotcha booger face.", He laughs, blowing air into her neck. She shrieks in laughter, trying to escape Michael's grip. To no avail, Jordyn surrenders, yawning tiredly. "Ooh someone's tired...", Michael smiles. "No. I'm not...", Jordyn protests. Shaking his head, Michael walks over to our bed and carefully lay her on his side of our bed. "Sorry princess but it's past your nap time...", I intervene, walking up to them.

"No...", Jordyn whines, sitting up. "No... Peaches, lay back down...", I scold while Michael tries his hand at laying down again. Refusing to cooperate, Jordyn sits back up glaring at us. "Jordyn Laylah Jackson, It's time for a nap.", I scold again, pointing to the pillow behind her. "Nap time.", I repeat once she fails to respond. All the while, Michael is starring blankly.

I hate when he does that, but it's only with Jordyn. I understand she's his first baby girl, but she is just like our other children. She shouldn't receive special emittance to certain instructions. "Maybe we should just let her tire out a little more...", He suggest, going to pick her up. I glare at him.

"Michael if she doesn't nap now, she'll be awake all night and when she does sleep it will be hard to wake her up. You know she's cranky.", I stress, watching him take her in his arm's. Jordyn is still rubbing at her eyes sleepily. "Well if that happens, I'll take responsibility.", I roll my eyes. "Don't do that Michael. It's not fair.", I warn, still glaring at him.

Giving me a clueless glance, Michael continues to not see my point. "Forget it. Do what you want... ", I huff, walking away from them. Exiting the room, I heard downstairs to let my frustrations out on a pint of Blue Bell ice cream. It's my favourite kind; Butter Pecan. Looking forward to my sugary treat, I mentally calm myself down and continue on my route.

Once I enter the kitchen, I take no time grabbing my supplies; a bowl and spoon. Placing my supplies on the counter, I turn towards the freezer and grab my surprisingly, light pint of ice cream. I place the ice cream on the counter along side my supplies and ready myself to dig in. To my surprise, (not) half of my pint is gone; this is a brand-new pint.

I already know who did it. "Michael!!", I screech, slamming the pint onto the counter. After five minutes of silence, I open my mouth to screech again, but Michael pops his head into the kitchen door. "I just put Jordyn down. Try not to yell...", He whispers aloud. I cross my arm's over my chest.

"What? I did what you said. I was wrong. I'm sorry.", I shake my head, and reach for the ice cream behind me. Michael watches me suspiciously as I walk over to him. "When did I buy this?",-"Yesterday... ", I nod. "So why is it halfway empty?", Michael chuckles blushing again.

"I'm sorry babygirl. I was up late last night and wanted a snack...", He explains, taking the ice cream from my hand. "You really should buy the gallon. It's cheaper anyways...", He lulls, walking over to the utensil drawer grabbing a spoon. I watch him contently, trying To understand why he is about to eat the rest.

"Michael... I know damn well you aren't about to eat my ice cream...", I grumble. Dipping his spoon in the now opened ice cream, he spoons up a mouthful and stuffs it into his mouth. "This is really good. Want some?", I swear I want to sock him in the jar right now. "Ha-ha, Girl come here.", He chuckles, holding out another spoonful for me.

I reluctantly walk over to him. "Open...", I roll my eyes again and obey. Opening my mouth, I await the cold treat. Once the spoon hit my mouth, I couldn't help but giggle at Michael's stupid smirk. "I see you're happy now...",-"Shut up and feed me.", He giggles and nods. "Yes ma'am!", He teases, feeding me another spoonful.

*Michael's Point Of View*

"Mike, What's your next move?", I sigh and glance at the article. "I honestly don't know Bill. Marcus was supposed to do this, but-",-"You fired his ass...Now what?", I shrug helplessly. Every day there's a new article about me and my love affair. Now there's speculation that my nineteen year marriage is a sham.

"I'm just real sick of this shit.", Bill chuckles lightly. "You sound just like Joe...", I roll my eyes. "He was so pissed last week... I wish he'd hurry up and let me retaliate.", Bill shakes his head.

"As of now,your father is your publicist. He isn't going to let you retaliate anything. Just let it blow over...",-"You sound like Yuli and Ryan...", I huff leaning back into my chair. "They are smart people then. Michael just keep your friends close and your enemies, you shouldn't have any. We'll talk to Brandon and support him through this as well.", Knowing Bill is right, I remain silent.

I honestly feel helpless. Every move I make, something negative happens. I'm cursed. "Bill do you believe in curses?",-"What kind of question is that?",-"Bill just answer... ", I exhale.

"No... Now I'm going to go home for tonight. Your father will call you tomorrow. Yuli and Ryan will be visiting tomorrow. So, just get it together for tomorrow. And tell Marilyn and Jordyn I said good night.", I nod and stand up to walk him out of the office. "I don't need an escort...Damn. Bye Michael", Bill jokes, jogging down the stairs.

I shake my head and watch him disappear from the banister. Once the door closes I return to my office. Since Marilyn and Jordyn are napping later than usual, I decided to continue my research on that stupid photo shopped photo of David and I.

Just as I was entering the office, the office phone rings (It's actually one of our many home phones). I quickly walk over to the phone and press Talk.

*"Hello?"

"...",

"Hello? Who is it?"

"Ha-ha... Don't you just love our picture?We would really make a great couple Michael...",

"Listen you sick bastard I-"

"Oh, no-no-no. That's not how you talk to your some in law...",

"You're no some in law of mine..."

"Must you be so hostile?",

"What in the Hell do you want?"

"A man that cuts to the chase, I Love it...",

"You're sick...What in the Hell do you want from me?"

"Nothing... Nothing at all...",

-Silence-

"Fine... Here's my proposition. You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours. Along with the alimony I will receiving for a broken heart, I also want a single. I have a knack for singing and you're the man...",

"Fuck you..."

"Oh how I wish you would... Look, you have three day's to think about it. We won't be in Florida pretending to be happy for too long. Something could slip up. The ball Is in your court...",

"You're so sick. You really are..."

"Well say what you want,just make me a single and I'll be out of your hair in the next six month's.",

"I'm not doing shit for you."

"Three day's Michael. Three day's... ",

"I should-Hello? Hello?!"*

I violently slam the phone onto it's hook. "Dammit!", I shriek, flopping into my chair. I don't know what I'm going to do. David is a smart manipulative guy. God What have I done to deserve this. Marilyn is going to loose it if she finds out...

To Be Continued...