*Marilyn's Point Of View*

"Come on, Tell me what you have planned... ", Yuli whines, poking my shoulder. I giggle at my eager friend. Her silky, black widow hair bouncing with every inch of her excitement. "Yuli, If I tell you, the whole world will know.", I tease, sipping at my tea. She throws her head back in anticipation.

"Well where is he now?",-"He is took the kids to meet Demi at his studio. You know how much Jasmine loves her Demo Lavato. ", I giggle, still highly amused at Yuli's excitement. Yuli gasps knowingly. "Oh yeah. So you're distracting him while you prepare for today?", I shake my head teasingly. "Nooo...", Pinching my shoulder, she shakes her head in disapproval.

"Marilyn Michelle Jackson! You know I've been your best friend, Hell your sister for sixteen years! Please tell me.", She begs, grabbing my hand's desperately. With one last final giggle, I give in. "Well, Let's just say vroom vroom and jiggling keys. As well as edible and bubbles.", She tilts her head to the side, trying to figure out my clues. After a few long minutes she gasps again.

"You got him a new car?!", I once again find my giggles within her excitement. "Yes. I'm not telling what it is, but he'll like it.",-"Now edible? I'm lost there.", I silently hum a little tune before replying. "Yes, edible. Mama has to spice it up.", Yuli Furrows her eyebrows before quickly yelping in laughter.

"Oh God. You are nasty. Wow. I gotta give it to you, if I was Michael I would love to come home to you in edible lingerie.",-" Are you having a lesbian moment there miss Yuli? ", I tease, standing from her kitchen bar. She gives me a look. "Oh shut up. I'm just saying.", I quickly press my lips together in order to stop myself from laughing.

Her face has turned a deep shade of red as she tries to recover her response. "Let's go pick up Ryan and Carson before I choke your ass.", She jokes grabbing her keys from the counter. I nod, still holding back laughter. With one last eye roll, we head out of the kitchen. Got to love my Yuli.

*Michael's Point Of View*

I feel so much better after a day in the studio. It's something about creating music that makes me feel whole. Laying beats to compliment riffs. Adding basses to give life to a edgy ballad; I love it all. What made it even better, was having Jordyn, Dylan, and Jasmine there to watch daddy craft yet another masterpiece.

I love hearing them awe over something I suggest or added to a song. Their expressions are priceless and even give me more motivation and inspiration. It's a blessing to be able to have my children be proud of what I do, and most importantly; me.

"Dad! That was so cool! Demi hit that high note beautifully! I swear out of her and Miss Nicole Murphy, I'm marrying one of them.", Dylan exclaims, as he helps me pack up my things for the evening. Jasmine and Jordyn are with Demi in the recording booth, chatting about God knows what. I pass Dylan Demi's demo recording for today's session before replying.

"Thanks bud. I'm glad you were able to watch me make magic.", He nods, fussing with his lime green Polo, collared shirt. "Well hopefully you can pass me some magic so Demi can marry me. I seen her looking at me.", He pops his collar upwards, then bends to wipe his tan Sperry's. "I know she likes Denim.", He adds, extending his left leg out.

I cup my chin and shake my head, eying him. "I'm sure Demi doesn't want a thirteen year old, who has yet to grow chin or leg hair.", He rolls his eyes. "Look whose talking. You don't have facial hair.",-"There's a thing called close shaving my son.", I smartly reply. He squints his eyes at me. "Maybe I, closely shave too.", I burst into laughter. I swear Dylan is a character.

"Dylan, my dear son. You can't shave what isn't there.", He opens his mouth to retort, but is quickly interrupted by giggling. "You know you guys left the sound on right?", Demi teases, watching Dylan's face drain in color. "But I don't mind a man with a little less hair. It's cute.", She flirts, pinching Dylan's cheeks. Jasmine follows in after her, holding Jordyn on her right hip.

"Dylan, Demi has a boyfriend. Get over yourself.", Jasmine insults. I shake my head. Jasmine is most certainly back, but within the next two weeks, she will have to revert back to her nightmare. "Jasmine don't be so cruel. I love me a piece of Dylan cake. So sweet.", Demi encourages. Dylan cheeses, stealing my signature lip bite.

"Hear that dad? Demi likes a piece of the Dylan cake.", He enthuses. I playfully roll my eyes and say my goodbyes to the crew, just as Bill is walking in to escort us out. "Great job on the demo Demi. With a little more flavor, we'll have ourselves a new single. Have a blessed one.", I salute, closing the door behind everyone.

Jasmine and Dylan blabber on about today's events while Jordyn tries to input some of her own jibberish as we walk down the hall's of the studio.

"So Mike, Your birthday is tomorrow...", Bill teases, once we are outside of the building. I glance at him from the bottom of my shades silently. "Awe come on. forty is not that bad. You look great for forty man! Cheer up.", He enthuses. "If forty is so great, why are you so rough looking?", I joke, climbing into the SUV after the kid's.

Bill glances at the kid's in the back seat before leaning into my face. "I would kick your ass if your monsters weren't here.", He playfully threatens. "If you are as bad as you claim, you would do it regardless. Punk.", I smirk. He chuckles. "Boy, I'll stuff my foot up your white chocolate ass. Keep pushing it.", He warns, walking away. I swat my hand in the air. Bill wouldn't hurt me even if he wanted to.

Before heading home, we made a few stops in town. We went from the candy bar to Forever 21. All I can say, is I was tricked out of my wallet; even in Baby 'R Us.

"Thanks daddy!", Jasmine exclaims as we entered the house. "No problem princess.", I smile, watching her sprint towards the stairs with her bags. Next is Dylan. He thanks me as well before sprinting towards the stairs. I shake my head watching the criminals leave. They know if Marilyn saw their bags, they wouldn't get off so easily.

"Daddy! Bear-Bear. ", Jordyn exclaims, as she tries to assist herself in entering the house. I giggle and watch her triumphantly crawl through the door. I'm trying to allow her to learn to do thing's on her own. I can't spoon feed her forever, so I start training her that now. "Well that's everything Mike. I'll go park the car then I'll come in for a few.", Bill notifies me, placing my bags at my feet.

I nod and watch him leave before escorting Jordyn into her playroom. "Alright peaches. You can play for a little while. Then, it's bath time.", I instruct, placing her in her pin. She shakes her head, no. "No.", I chuckle at her defiance. "Yes. You are stinky.",-"No. Daddy stinky. Daddy take bath.", I hand her, her plush blocks.

"Daddy will take a bath. You will too.",-"No.", She says nonchalantly, playing with her blocks. "Are you two in here arguing?", Marilyn interrupts, entering the play room. I stand up and nod. "Jordyn doesn't want to take a bath.", I snitch. Marilyn gives Jordyn a look. "Miss lady, You will be taking a bath tonight love.",-"No.", Jordyn simply argues.

Marilyn sighs and walk as towards me. "I'll have Jasmine convince her. In the mean time, can mama have some sugar?", She purrs. I nod and lean down to puncture her lips with mine. "Mmm mint chocolate?", I ask once I break the kiss. She cheeses, nodding.

"Yeah. Do you like it?",-"Papa loves it.", I flirt, winking at her. She giggles, tearing away from me. "Well I'm going to go take a warm bath. I'll leave you two to argue.", She giggles, slipping away towards the door.

Later Into The Night...

"How was studio time papa?", Marilyn asks, crawling behind me. I sigh happily, feeling her hand's slide up my back. "Mmm. It was exciting. I mean the kid's were so excited to watch me create my magic. I couldn't stop blushing.", I express, tilting my head to the side as she massages my tense shoulder's.

With every push of her thumbs, I fall deeper and deeper into the trap of sensual sensation. She giggles, digging deeper into my shoulder blades.

"That's nice. I figured they would. Is Demi ready?",-"Umm, I think so. You know an album takes awhile to craft. You have to get lost in it and find peace with the results. We're still searching for the peace. It will come. It always does.", I explain, still enjoying her nimble fingers traveling down my back.

"I love it when you talk musical to me.", She teases, pecking my shoulder. "So... What did you do today?", I ask, ignoring my developing heat. She giggles again, resting her hand's on the small of my back.

"Well I visited Yuli. Did some shopping. Talked to mom. Talked to a few clients. Then cleaned the house. You know, the usual.", She explains nonchalantly. I shift a little to look at her. "What did you go shopping for?", I ask suspiciously. She cheeses before shrugging. "Nothing. Just groceries and hair product's.", I turn over, straddling her.

"Why do I feel like you're lying?", She giggles again, cupping my face with her hand's. "Now why would I lie to you, sweet cheeks?",-"I know I'm growing old, but I'm not dumb. What are you hiding babygirl?", I question, tickling her. I'm aware of how ticklish she still is. She squeals in delight, trying to fight back.

"Mich-Michael. I'm not hiding anything. S-st-stop.", She cries in laughter. I smirk choosing a weaker spot; her neck. I gently blow into her neck, making her laughter rise an whole octave. "Just tell me. Then, I'll stop.", I demand, pinning her arm's down. I forgot how strong I've gotten, so she's literally unable to move.

"There's nothing to tell papa.", She exhales, trying to catch her breath. I give her a long quiet stare before admitting surrender. "Okay Mama. You win.", I exhale, releasing her wrists. "Awe giving up so easily?", She teases, running her hand's up my chest. "Girl, you're mighty touchy tonight.", I tease in response. She giggles then leans up to lick the nape of my neck.

"That's because I have a mighty fine husband. I can't keep my hand's to myself. I'm sorry.", She purrs, trailing kisses down my chest. I already feel my heat regathering. "Mama I'm worn out for today. I can't.", I groan as her lips become well acquainted with my nipples.

"I know papa. Let me do the work for now. A little snippet for tomorrow.", She purrs again, circling my nipples. I silently hiss at the sensation. That's what I love about our steamy moments. When it's nice and slow, I feel every fiber of my being connect with hers, but when it's passion filled and rough, I definitely feel like we're one.

Within my reminiscing, Marilyn has slipped her way into my pants. "Ooh Mama. Damn...", I groan, feeling her mouth perfectly mold around my shaft. I can't control my groans as she continues to tease me.

She swirls her tongue around my tip, sending me on edge. In low whimpers, I beg her to keep going. She happily obeys, opening wider in order for me to assist her.

Within minutes, my gentle guiding with my hand behind her head had turned into gentle thrusts into her mouth. "Babygirl, I won't be able to control it if you keep doing that. Mmm God...", I groan, hanging my downwards to stop from exploding. "Let me have it papa.", She instructs, finishing the job with her hand. I take no time in obeying her command.

Releasing myself onto her hand and arm, I fall over and collapse on the other side of her. Glancing at me with a pleased smile, she slowly climbs off the bed and waltzes into the bathroom. I shift on my back and wait for a proper breath to return to my lungs. "That's not even the half of it papa...", She lulls, returning to the bed.

I turn on my side and pull her closer. "Give me all you've got. Daddy can keep up.", She giggles. "But, can Daddy handle it?", She smirks, leaning into my ear. "Can you handle me Daddy?", She purrs, nibbling my earlobe. A quick shiver runs down my spine before I can answer.

"I might have to sleep in the guest room. Damn woman.", She giggles, returning to her original laying position. I definitely can't wait to turn forty now...

To Be Continued...

A/N: Forgive me for the wait! I've had an eventful weekend. Well please comment, vote and share! Let me know what you are thinking. Should I continue? Should I stop? Let me know! Alright. I love you! ❤God Bless.

                             -M.E