*Jasmine's Point Of View*

"Nana. When are we going home?", I ask for the third time this week, interuptting her from her word search puzzle. She sighs, removing her glasses. "Come here sweety.", She instructs, patting her lap. I obey, sliding into her lap. I love talking to Nana. She definitely takes my mind off my home sickness. I don't think I could keep sane if it wasn't for her.

Wrapping her hand's innocently around my Waist she gives me a gentle smile. "Your parents are going through a lot of stress right now. They want to keep you guys out of the chaos of the media. I know you miss them, but you are better off here than there for now.", She reasons, pecking my cheek.

"Plus, now you get to spend a lot of time with me, Dylan, and pops. Don't you like it here?",-"Yes, but I miss mom. Our mani-pedi day's and dad's fish taco day's. I even miss Jordyn.", I express, feeling the sting of threatening tears. All of the hurt I've been holding back is backfiring. "Awe honey...", she cooes, hugging me tighter.

I cling onto her neck, desperate for comfort. "How about we go out for a mani-pedi and leave the boy's here. Then we can visit Brandon.", I quickly glance up at her and wipe my eyes. "I don't want to visit Brandon...", Nana frowns. "Why honey, last week you were excited to see your brother.", She replies, confusion within her tone.

I slowly slip out of her lap. "I-I just don't want to. I'll go get ready...", I excuse myself, jogging out of the living room. I know Nana is trying to help, but I can never go back to Brandon's. Not with him there.

*Marilyn's Point Of View*

I've been unreasonable, careless maybe even. Careless of his feelings and the pressure. I snap. I badger. I nag. But I do it out of love. Well at least that's what I call it. Sometimes in a marriage, you find yourself wanting something from your partner. I don't know specifically what I want, but it's making me take it out on Michael. I know it's not fair.

I'm very aware of that, but if I tell him that something (I don't know what it is), is antagonizing me, he will think I'm going insane. I also am widely aware of not telling him about my episodes. He probably thinks it's a cry for attention, and it probably is. Whatever it is, I hope I can fix it before a problem erupts.

"Morning papa...", I beam, waltzing into the bathroom. He takes his attention away from brushing his teeth momentarily to glance at me. I just smile at the beautiful man. Michael definitely looks healthier, he even has grown a little muscular; I love it. "Now you want to talk to me...", He grumbles, spitting into the sink.

Ignoring the annoyance in his tone, I walk behind him and hug his bare torso. I know he's peeved about my behavior lately and I just want to make thing's better, hopefully he will accept my peace offering. "I know I've been frustrating papa. I'm sorry.", Whisper into his spine. I can feel him inhale deeply.

"You can't do that to me girl, one minute you're happy then the next, you're ready to cut someone's head off or my testicles.", He frowns, cleaning his foamy mouth. Knowing every word is the truth, I peck his spine and rub his torso softly. "I know... I've just been going through thing's I guess.", I admit, feeling my spirits sink lower and lower.

"Mama...", Michael sighs again, turning to face me. "Please tell me what's going on. I can't read your mind.", He stresses, his soft gaze and tone easing my tension. I glance down at our hand's, trying to distract myself from his intense stare. "Well... I... This is very foolish.", I sigh defeated. Michael shakes his head in disapproval. "No... tell me.", He instructs, lifting my chin with his index finger.

"If it was foolish you wouldn't be so bothered, would you?", Like a small child explaining a cut to it's mother, I speak softly.

"I just sometimes need you. I know stress is getting to you, us. But I don't want you to feel the need to disregard my opinions or ignore me completely. I feel I'm loosing you to chaos. If it isn't about the media, it's about Demi, Kelly, or your other clients. Michael your family needs attention too. I need your attention.", I stress in one breath.

Glancing at me silently, he bites on his bottom lip in thought. I again take this time to marvel over my beautiful husband. From his gorgeous, never aging ivory skin, to his graciously sculpted jaw line. I just hope this beautiful man can see a hole and hopefully refill it.

"Girl, how many times can I tell you that I love you. I know I get sidetracked, but that's only because when I'm finished my mind will be clear and my attention open to you and our kid's. You don't understand how much I wish I can take away everything that hurts you or our kid's. I know I can't, but I try my best. Babygirl, just bare with me.", He finally answer's, caressing my cheek with his thumb.

A simple smile is all that I can give. I believe him, but action's speak louder than words. Sighing in relief, he brings his forehead to mine, nestling gently. "I promise, I will satisfy every need you have okay?",-"My mind?", He smiles and nods. "That beautiful mind I cherish.", He expresses, leaning upwards to peck my forehead.

"My soul?",-"My everything lies there, it's my home.", He answers once again, this time pecking my palm. I give him a sincere, serious stare. "My body?", With a small smirk, he captures my lips tenderly. "I shouldn't, but I worship your body.", He replies, his voice lowering to an husky octave. I steal his hand and entangle it with my free hand.

"And I promise to do the same to the beautiful man before me.", I solemnly promise, pecking the top of his hand. His smile widens, and that long gone sparkle returns to his eyes. Moment's like this reminds me of how much we've been through, and how we conquered through.

*Michael's Point Of View *

Having Marilyn bring her true feelings to my attention, I figured I should pass the truth serum to the kid's. I have allowed myself to not give them an opinion in anything. I know it hurts not to be heard, so I want them to know dad is listening and will fix whatever is broken. Just as long as it isn't a vase of problems, because once a vase is broken, it's done. With this fresh, new mission in my mind, I decide to take action.

"Mama?", I call, walking into the den. Receiving no answer, I continue my search in another room. I sometimes forget how big this house really is. Library, Den, Living room, Dining room, Kitchen, Five bathrooms, five bedrooms, one extra room, garage, courtyard, and a nice backyard with a pool; not to mention my spaces for my work.

After visiting five of the rooms listed (The den, library, kitchen, dining room, and the living room), I finally end up outside in the backyard. Walking out into the toddler wonderland, I spot my two girl's giggling and playing on the juggle gym. Even though Jordyn is only two, she is a pretty courageous, tough little cookie.

They both are dressed on beautiful flowing sun dresses. Jordyn in floral daisies, and Marilyn in all white. Both are still in a battle of giggles and small jokes as I approach them with a smile cast on my face. "Well hello there you two..." I lull, kneeling down to peck Jordyn's cheek. She giggles at the momentary contact. Chuckling, I shift over to Marilyn who was watching With admiration.

"Hello mama...", I tease, leaning into her face. Her lips are readily parted as my lips continue to slowly inch to hers. "Mmm... ", She moans softly, once our lips touch. I smile against her lips, asking for an entrance. She's reluctantly denies and breaks the kiss. "Mmm, Stop being naughty papa...", She teases, wiping her gloss from my lips.

"No nah-tee Pa-pa!", Jordyn repeats, waving her scolding index finger at me. I chuckle and nod. "Yes ma'am princess peaches.", I surrender, standing up. Smiling in victory, she turns her attention back on the malt in front of her.

"Well, I wanted to check on you two. I'm going to go call the monsters. Yell if you need me. Bill is in my office handling the situation with David, so yell for him if you need to.", I explain, giving her another tender kiss. Breaking the kiss, she nods. "We'll be fine." She assures me. I give both a quick smile, then turn to jog off.

When I enter the house through the living room, I walk to my mocha recliners and plop down in it, pulling my cellphone out of my pocket. I unlock the phone and quickly type in mother Burgesses number. After three rings, someone answers.

*"Hello?",

"Hey, it's Dad. Which one is this?"

"There's only four of us, two girl's. One is with you and the other...",

"Umm, Jasmine?"

"Really dad?!",

"I'm just kidding I know you monster's."

"Good to know you care.",

"And I do. So my princess, how are you?"

"I'm fine.",

"You don't sounds fine..."

"I am.",

"Don't lie to me. Jasmine, tell me what's wrong?"

"I can't dad...",

"Why? Why can't you tell me?"

"I-I just can't. He told me not to. I've said too much...",

"Jasmine, WHO?!"

"I have to go. I love you dad...",

"Jasmine Tel-"

-Dial tone-*....

To Be Continued...