*Michael's Point Of View*

"And this is where you will be sleeping...", Marilyn said opening the guest bedroom door. "Ooh I love what you guys have done with the place", Brandon teased winking at me. "Look I know it's buffer than your dorm room...So I advise you to hush or you can bunk with Dylan", I warned playfully. Brandon raises his hand's in surrender as we enter the bedroom. The guest room is slightly smaller than the other four bedrooms, but it is just as cozy. Brandon walks over to the dresser and instantly began unpacking his belongings. "Thanks for letting me crash here...I promise I'll be looking for a job and housing soon.", Brandon said, arranging some of his knick-knacks on the dresser. "See don't feel rushed but, I do want you to practice being independent you're eighteen now almost nineteen... You need a job", Marilyn stresses as she put away his folded clothes. I shake my head and walk up to her. "You said for him to practice being independent... practice starts at home Mama...", I teased, retrieving the clothes from her hand's. I place the clothing on the queens size bed. "Come on...We better get the other monsters from Miss Saunders...", I said, gently pushing her away from the bed by her butt. "Okay...Brandon honey... We will be right across the street to get your little monster siblings...Are you going to be fine here?", Marilyn asked, stopping at the bedroom door. Brandon glances back and nods. "Yeah...I'll be fine...But hurry I want to see my little peaches", Brandon enthused. Marilyn giggles. "Okay.", She turns to me. "You did tell Miss Saunders to keep an eye out for Dylan right?", She asked as we continued out of the bedroom and descended downstairs. I scratch the back of my neck. "I think I did...Yeah...I did", Marilyn gives me a look. "Michael... Please tell me you told her about Dylan's condition... ", Marilyn said through clenched teeth. I suck in my lips, forming a thin line. I'm in trouble now. Marilyn groans. "So that means you also didn't give her Jordyn's feeding and napping instructions either...huh? ", She stressed, agitation active in her tone. I sigh. "Babygirl...I'm sorry...My mind was everywhere this morning...", I apologized as we walked out of the front door. Marilyn sighs heavily. "It's okay Michael... it's only twelve-thirty in the afternoon and might or might not have eaten and Dylan might or might not have token his medicine... it's fine...", She replied in a low tone. Yeah I fucked up big time. I remain silent as we carefully made our way towards our gate. I wave upwards, giving Rafael the signal to open the gate. Pretty soon the iron black gate open as we jogged pass desperate to cross the street and check on the kids. "I'm sorry... I really am...", I said softly as we approach the front door to Miss Saunders home. Marilyn doesn't reply just knocks on the door. Within minutes we are greeted by Jasmine, who was thankfully in one piece. "Hey mom and dad, Is Brandon here?", I smile and nod. "Hey honey...Where's Jordyn and Dylan? ", Marilyn asked glancing around. "Missed Saunders is fixing Dylan lunch and Jordyn is sleeping on her cot in the living room.", Jasmine said as we entered, closing the door behind us. "Thank God", Marilyn breathed, rushing to the living room. "Jasabelle whose that?", Miss Saunders called from the kitchen. "Our parents.", Jasmine answered entering the kitchen. I follow behind her. "Hello Miss Saunders thanks again for watching them...", I said smiling, thankful that everything is okay. Miss Saunders; an elderly gray haired blue eye's, short woman. Is a native to California and her home is historic. Built from the ground up, Victorian style. We met her a week ago, when we told her about Brandon coming in to town. She just offered to watch the kid's with no pay. And I can say it was the best offer at the right time. Miss Saunders smiles. "Aww it was nothing, they are good kid's... ", She enthused, passing Dylan a plate with a Turkey sandwich and plain potato chips. "Well it means a lot to us...", I Said walking over to her. I go to hug her and slip fifty dollars into her apron. "Thank-you... ", I said turning away. She grins then feels her pocket. "Alright Dylan pack up let's go-", "Michael! I have told you...", Miss Saunders scolded, sliding the honey back into my hand. I chuckle and place it on the counter. "You deserve it", She opens her mouth to argue but Marilyn enters the kitchen with a pretty happy Jordyn. "You guys ready?", She asked bouncing Jordyn on her right hip. "Yup!", Dylan exclaimed through a stuffed mouth. Jasmine enter with the baby bag and Dylan's medicine in hand. "Yup, let's go!", "Well alright then crew...move out!", I commanded playfully. The kid's giggle as well as Marilyn as we said our goodbyes to Miss Saunders...

*Brandon's Point Of View*

I hear the front door open and shut, followed by giggles and the sound of running coming from downstairs. I just finished putting away my shoes, so I'm all set. I exit the bedroom and make my way downstairs. "Brandon!! ", Dylan exclaimed, greeting me warmly with a tight hug. I chuckle, stumbling back a bit. "Hey little dude, I missed you", I said ruffling his Afro. He squirms away. "Hey! Watch the fro man...It's my chick magnet.", He said desperately reshaping his Afro. I shake my head and glance at Jasmine. "Hey butthead! ", I teased approaching her. Jasmine rolls her eyes playfully. "Look I'm trying to be nice you butt wipe...", She warned playfully. "See come here doo doo head ", I laughed, wrapping my arms around her. She giggles and hugs me back. "I missed you big brother...", "I missed you too! But now for the baby of the hour... Peaches! ", I exclaimed breaking the embrace. Jasmine makes a face. "That's exactly why... You're a butt wipe", Jasmine insulted walking away. I laugh Harper and steal Jordyn away from mom. "Awe my peaches...I missed you Jordyn... ", I cooed cradling her. She giggles showing me her gums. "Dad she looks like...Mom...except for the eyes and nose...Wow", I gawked. "I know I think that's good...she won't look manly.", Dad joked. We all laugh and continue gawking over Jordyn.

*Marilyn's Point Of View*

It feels house having my baby boy home. I missed him terribly. I am so proud that he is following through with his dream of becoming a pharmacist. That means Michael and I did something right raising him. After catching up for most of the day, we decided to have a family dinner instead of going out to eat, which was our original plan. I just finished the Caesar salad with sliced strawberries. It's a new favorite of Michael's and the kid's. It's delicious. I grab the bowl of salad and turn to Jasmine. "Honey can you put this on the table for me snicker doodle?", Jasmine nods and takes the bowl. I wipe my hand's on my apron and glance at Michael, who was checking on the Tilapia. "Papa is it finished... I'm ready to eat...", I whined. Michael chuckles and takes the Tilapia out of the oven. "Yeah...It's finished... ", He said placing the pan on the stove.  "But now you have to wait until it cools...", He teased walking up to me. "Great...I'm freaking starving it's not even funny...", Michael stops in front of me and places his hand's on the opposite sides of my waist, putting his weight on the counter. "You know... I can always fix that...", He flirted pecking my lips. I roll my eyes playfully. "I need food papa", He grins seductively. "You can call it what you want...I got it", He whispered, nibbling at my ear. I laugh harder. This man has been with me for year's and still has the hots for me. I love it. I glance up at him and lean into his face. "Really now?", I whispered, placing my lips on his. "Mmhmm", He groaned pressing himself against me. "Mom, I...Uhh... Oh wow... ", Brandon said entering the kitchen. Michael slowly removes himself from me and clears his throat. "What we're you saying?", Brandon scratches his head. "We are all hungry...", He said quickly. He spins on his heels and walks out. I rub my face and walk towards Michael. "See what you do?", Michael smirks. "He'll be okay... Wish I could say the same about me...", He said glancing down at himself. I giggle. "Oh God... put some ice on that thing!", I teased grabbing the Tilapia. "Not funny... ", Michael pouted following behind me as we walk out into the dining room. "I brought food!", I exclaimed to the bunch. "Yes!", Dylan cheered, pumping his fist into the air. Jasmine places Jordyn in her high chair then takes her seat. Brandon chuckles at Michael and I and takes a seat beside Dylan. Michael quickly takes a seat beside me. After we were settled we said grace and dug in. Dylan and Jasmine are telling Michael and I about Missed Saunders and her adventures in Africa. Jordyn is cooing, playing With her apple sauce, and Brandon is sitting silently, picking at his empty plate. "Brandon are you okay honey?", I asked, making everyone fall silent. Brandon sighs and looks up. "I have an announcement... ", He said softly. Michael's face is tainted with concern and curiosity, and so is everyone else's. "What is it?", I pushed. He sighs again. "I want to bring David here...", Michael and I exchange glances. "O-Okay, that's fine Brandon", Michael said taking a sip of his water. "You didn't let me finish...", Brandon added. "Well tell us...", I pushed Once more. Brandon glances around the table quietly. After his long pause he glances at Michael. "We want to get married", He whispered loud enough for everyone to hear. Michael instantly spits out his water. "Married?! You want to get m-married?!", Michael exclaimed, choking a bit. Brandon slowly nods. "Yes we want to get married", "Uhh Jasmine take Dylan and Jordyn upstairs please", Jasmine nods staring at Brandon in bewilderment. I glance at Michael who quickly stands up and walks out. I sigh and glance back at Brandon, who was now crying...

To Be Continued...