*Michael's Point Of View*

Two month's have passed since that trial. The trial that proved the Jackson's can walk through fire without a trace of ash. The passing two month's would add up to six month's that a man tore between the sacred bond of father and son. A sacred bond that hopefully isn't too late to be fixed.

Today, I have finally found the inspiration for a demo Demi sent me. The demo really spoke to me and gave me a plethora of ideas to convey the lyrics in a way our audience can easily relate to as well. The song is simply titled Stronger. Yes, it's self titled from the album title.

The song is about over coming obstacles through many strengths. Of course that is relatable to my life, marriage, and business. I've been through heartaches, headaches, dark storms, addiction, cheating, etcetera.  And because this song is so personal in meaning to me, I'm adding an extra feel of emotion to the already pretty emotional ballad.

Anyway, while I'm cooped in my office for today, Marilyn and Yuli have taken the kid's out for a much needed break before school Tuesday. They are on a three day weekend, so they were begging to get out of the house. I am relieved that I can smile again when I think about my children now.

Jasmine is slowly letting go of the trial, and as for the other two (Jordyn and Dylan) they are still crazy and energetic as ever. On the other hand, Brandon is still very distant.  He has called a few times between the two month's, but that's as far as he goes with communication. Of course the media takes this and runs with it.

Apparently, I hate Brandon so much that I banished him from visiting his family ever again. Oh, the lie doesn't stop there; oh no they become even more ridiculous. To make sure that Brandon doesn't break my decision to banish him, I supposedly went out my way to apply for a restraining order against him. I swear the media has quite the imagination.

Playing with the climax of the ballad, I smile to myself approvingly, and tape the last bit.

"Knock, knock.", A voice call's from the other side of the door. I quickly press stop on the recording and turn towards the door. "Yes?", I ask opening the door to reveal a very cheeky Marilyn. She's holding a bag behind her back. I flash her a boyish smile before investigating. "Whatcha' got there Mama?", I lull. She shrugs, rolling her eyes over her shoulder. "Oh nothing, just something I think you will love.", She teases.

I raise a flirtatious left eyebrow. "You went to that edible lingerie store again?",  She giggles shaking her head, no. "You went to a regular lingerie store?", I ask, now furrowing eyebrows in growing curiosity. "Oh my God, Michael. Mind out of the gutter. Anyway, you're still wrong. But I'll give it to you anyway.", She smiles, removing a slip of paper from behind her back.

"What's this?", I ask as she passes it to me. "Just a little sentiment from your fans.", She giggles. I scrunch up my face in moving confusion. "Fans? As in, we want your autograph and have your child fans?", She playfully rolls her eyes. "Yes. My Papa is famous, I'm jealous." She playfully pouts, sitting in my swivel chair. I tear open the envelope, pausing to glance at her.

"You know you're my number one fan. Plus, I'm sure you have a few young boys going crazy over those beautiful leg's of yours. I know I am.", I tease, removing the paper. "Would you stop being a pervert for a second and read the darn thing.", I glare at her playfully, reading the note aloud.

*Dear my sexy Michael,

Your Hollywood story is amazing. Born and raised in California, married your bestfriend (who is gorgy by the way!), with three kid's plus one adopted. That's a dream come True! I would totally love to meet you one day!
           -Lily, Chicago Ill.
P.s. Nice butt you have there! You look great for forty! ; )*

After refolding the letter, I glance at Marilyn who is laughing her butt off. "My sexy Michael...", She mocks, clenching her stomach. My face is burning hot right now. I have never thought of being attractive in the eyes of a teenage girl. "I told you had a nice butt Papa.", She enthuses, walking up behind me. "Very nice and cute.", She flirts, giving my cheeks a quick, gentle squeeze.

I quickly turn to her. "Hey! Hand's to yourself, my girlfriends might get angry.", I joke, tossing the letter on my sound board. "There's fifty more where that came from, but also I arranged a date with a magazine editor for a special article they want to do on us. It will be fun. Trust me.", I roll my head back, already fusing an early headache.

"Mama... What have I told you about those stupid articles?", I groan, plopping into a swivel chair beside her. "You complained about publicity, but you already have fans... it shouldn't matter.",-" What is the article about?", She claps her hand's excitedly.

"Well, it's about Bella Jackson. And the story behind it, along with my inspirations. And well, my family inspires me. Especially my sexy, loving husband.", She gawks, leaning towards my face. I meet her halfway in a soft kiss. "You had me at sexy. So, whose doing the cover story?", I ask, breaking the kiss. "You'll never guess.", I chuckle.

"You're right, so tell me.", She playfully slaps my arm. "Ebony! They love our 'relatable family'. I think that says something! We are like monuments for our people!", She explains, quickly, smashing her lips with mine. "I love you Michael!", She squeals, standing up. "But I didn't say anything.", I chuckle. She giggles foolishly, walking towards the door.

"You don't have to do anything for me to love you. If you need me, I'll be upstairs. I have to help Dylan finish his overdue project.",-"Okay. Have fun with that one.", I shake my head, still chuckling. She nods, opening the door. As soon as she exits, I turn back to my Soundboard. "Knock, knock.", The familiar voice calls again. "Yes Mama?", She quietly opens the door. "You didn't say you love me back.", She softly says, batting her eyelids.

I laugh at her girlish behavior, standing up. "I love you chocolate Mama.", I growl, lifting her chin to place a tender kiss on her lips. "So much.", I add, reluctantly breaking the kiss. "Mmm your love taste like strawberry lip balm.", She whispers, capturing my lips again. "Mama, I have to finish this song...", She slowly releases my lips, patting my chest.

"You're right. I should go before we make an album ourselves.", She purrs, turning towards the door. "Ha-ha, bye Pattie.",-"Bye Marvin.", She lulls, wiggling her fingers as she slips out of the door. I shake my head, and turn back to the Soundboard.

*Marilyn's Point Of View*

Today's the day I've been crossing my t's and dotting my i's for. I know Michael and I (especially Michael), worked hard on attaining a low profile in the land Hollywood, but we have come to notice that with our drama enhanced life, we have past the requirements for a low profile a year ago.

With that being said, I'm even more happier that I can now spread some positive light on our Jackson family name. Those shoot For Ebony Magazine, is going to be a ice breakers for Those who don't really know us. Even though we (Michael and I) have participated in past interview's, I think this one will be more mobile in telling out story as humans and not an exclusive franchise interview.

I left Brandon a voicemail a while back telling him about the interview. The interview is planned today; Saturday. To avoid any schedule mishaps, so hopefully he can join his siblings, hopefully.

"Alright misses Jackson, you are finished.", Karen Faye; a hired make-up artist, for today's shoot exclaims. She spins me around in the asking chair until I meet my reflection in the wall mirror. I instantly gasp at my reflection.

My natural nude make-up is flawless, she shaded my cheekbones beautifully, giving them a hollow illusion. The bare make-up complimented my straightened hair and Hershey skin splendidly.

"Thank-you Karen. I Look beautiful. Wow.", I gawk, slowly standing from the chair with eyes glued on the mirror still. Giggles interrupt my trance. "You're welcome hun. I heard your husband is quite a scene as well.", I sheepishly turn away from the mirror. "He does? God, do I look Okay?", She gives me a look. "Is that even a question? It's cute that you're still shy around him.", I sigh, plopping back into the chair.

"I'm thirty-eight year's old, he's forty, I am terrified at time's, that he will find new candy. We've been married for almost twenty year's now. I don't want him to become bored of me you know?", Karen sites in her chair beside me.

"Look, I know you two love each other. It's written all over your faces when you're year each other. I also know you guys have been through a hell of a lot of thing's. If he wanted something new, he would've always returned. You're where his heart is no matter what. I'm sure he won't risk losing that.", She assures me. I glance at my reflection one last time.

"You're right. I'm ready now.", She claps her hand's together. "Thata' girl! Let's go seduce your husband!", I giggle and follow her out of the make-up trailer. I feel my boost of confidence as I strut in my Giani Bini business-casual blouse and skirt.

"You look great Mom!", Jasmine exclaims, walking up to me in her equally beautiful Michael Kors creme tee, fleeced with a midnight Michael Kors, shoulder length blazer. Her perfectly tailored  trousers, hang appropriately ever her matching ballerina, sequined flats. To top it off her blonde locks hang effortlessly past her shoulders, bringing out her beautifully framed face.

"Thank-you Snicker's, you look adorable as well.", She blushes a bit, swatting her hand lightly in the air. "Oh whatever. You're the gorgeous one.", Now feeling her blush, I cheese harder. "Mommy, I wungle gul.", Jasmine beams, trotting over to me. Along with laughing at her broken English, I glance over her interesting outfit.

Jasmine's attire is definitely different from everyone else's. She refused to be dressed in a simple black dress and matching baby doll shoes. Instead, she picked out a daisy petaled bra and cute yellow capri's, with the baby doll shoes. Her hair is in two wild pigtails, flying as she makes her way past a crew member.

"Mom. It's fall, why is she in spring clothes?", Jasmine asks, as I scoop the toddler up into my arm's. "Bill said she refused to wear her dress or let them fix her hair decently.", I sigh, making my way towards the spot we will be shooting. "

Look at daddy's monster.", A masculine voice coos from behind me. I snap my head back in full alert. "Michael! You can't scare me like that.", I fuss, glaring at the chuckling man. Draped in white and black, Michael looks more sophisticated than usual. His once curly hair, was straightened and trimmed to frame his already, well sculpted jawline. The man cleans up well.

"Eyes up here mama.", He chuckles as I admire the snug fit of his trousers. "You look-",-"Sexy? Hot? Doable? Strip worthy?.. I know.", He boasts, popping his collar. I roll my eyes. "Don't get cocky now. Where's Dylan?", Michael opens his mouth to answer, but is quickly interrupted.

"Right here! Your prince is here!", He yells, jogging over to us. Jasmine joins him, stopping right beside him. Dylan's attire is quite simple. His designer, is Ralph Lauren. He is dressed with a grey dress shirt and creased black slacks, complimented with a fresh pair of patent leather, Ralph Lauren loafers. "Looking good mini me.", Michael encourages.

Dylan nods, sticking his right foot behind his left to do a dramatic three-sixty. We all giggle at his response before being approaches by the director. "Well, Are you guys ready?", The lady asks, with a wide grin on her face. "Yes! ", The kid's exclaim in terrible unison. Michael and I simply nod. She gives us a thumbs up. "Okay, Let's get star-", She pauses to listen to her Bluetooth.

"Okay...", She nods, her facial expression slowly changing. "Really?", She gasps. "Bring'em up. Okay. Bye.", She turns to us. "Well, I have a surprise for you guys.", She smiles. "Surprise?", Michael repeats. "Yes. In three...two...", She count down. We all turn our attention towards the elevator door as it slowly opened. When the person steps out, everyone falls silent...

To Be Continued...

A/N: Hello! Sorry for the EXTRA late update. I lost a little inspiration to write. Well, update. I posted a questionnaire after chapter 50 and received little to no response. That stung a little. Anyways, I figured, Well they read and vote and sometimes comment. That's all that matter's, so BAM! My inspiration came back and chapter 51 is the result. Hope you enjoyed!

-M.E