*Michael's Point Of View*

"Well, I have a surprise for you guys.", The director  smiles at us. "Surprise?", I repeat confused by her jittery smile. "Yes. In three...two...", She counts down. We all turn our attention towards the elevator door as it slowly opens. When the person steps out, everyone falls silent.

"Welcome Mister Taylor. Glad you could join us!", She beams, as he timidly walks over to us. Being that the top level  of this studio (where we are shooting), is pretty spacey, he has all the time to turn around and jet off while we configure his surprise visit.

He seems different since the last I've seen him. He has definitely lost weight. His once average build, has diminished into a willowy stature.

After what seemed like forever, he finally approaches us. "BJ!", Jordyn exclaims, wiggling out of Marilyn's hold. He forces a smile as the toddler throttles over to him. We also watch still in bewilderment at his presence. Feeling the awkward tension, the director once again claps her hand's together quite loudly.

"Okay... Well, we'll have the family reunion a little later. Let's get started!", She bursts, turning to a crew member. "Can we show Mister Taylor to his dressing room, please?", The crew member Misses and walks over to 'Mister Taylor' just as he was setting Jordyn down. He glances over at Marilyn and I, then at Jasmine and Dylan.

"I'm not shooting with them...", He sighs. "I'm here to tell him something important.", He explains, pointing to me. The director silently call's off her command and glances at me. "You want to talk to your father? Can it wait?", At the word father Brandon's eyes fall on me again. "It's very important.", He concludes. With a heavy sigh, she motions for me to come over.

"Your son wants to talk to you.", She grumbles as I walk up to them. I silently eye Brandon. Hearing her call him my son is a little weird to me. Our once father and son bond, is now alien to me. "Okay. Thank-you. ", I reply, nodding for her to dismiss. She gives Brandon another long hard stare before walking away.

I turn my attention back on Brandon, who is biting his nervously. Though I am very happy to see him, rage takes over and states it's case. "Where have you been? Why haven't you returned our calls or messages? Why are you even here?", I demand, cutting his eyes with mine. He releases his bottom lip, slightly looking away shamefully.

"I needed time.",-"Time for what Brandon? You needed so much time that you couldn't call me on my birthday! You needed so much time, that you couldn't even return your mother's call even though she left many messages basically begging you to call back.", I snap, feeling all those memories boiling in my brain. I can't believe him right now. He frowns.

"Dad, it's not like that. Don't you care that I was heart broken?", He desperately chokes, forcefully holding back tears. Not feeling any sympathy for that excuse I stand my ground.

"How do you think Jasmine feels? She's the one who should be hurting the most! You had one too many chances to walk away from that bastard. I-",-" You don't understand! I love him! See, this is exactly why I avoided this! I knew how you would react. And if you want to be a Cold hearted asshole, fine. Just know I'm transferring universities. I'm going to Alabama, I will not be talked out of it. My decision is final.", He snaps back.

By now, some crew members are staring at us with concern. To ease the charade, I inhale deeply and gather my thoughts before replying.

"I won't convince you to stay in Florida and I won't convince you to come home, but I don't want you leaving angry. I love You Brandon Joseph Jackson, I always will. I'm sorry I snapped, I just love too much for you to push me away. Forgive me for that. Come here.", I sigh, opening my arm's. A lone tear rolls down his cheeks as he obeys. When he's in my arm's, he releases all of his pain.

I simply tighten my hold of him. I want him to know that dad isn't letting go or giving up on him anytime soon. "I missed you dad.", He croaks,breaking the hug. I smile. "I miss you champ.",-"I-I should go. My flight leaves in an hour. I will call you and the crew before I board. I wish I could Stay longer.", He exasperates, glancing at his tennis shoes.

"It's Okay. Just go, and call us. Please.", I stress, chuckling a little. He blushes a bit, then nods turning away. I wanted to stop him and hold him again, but I know if you love something, you have to let it go.

*Marilyn's Point Of View

Hours after the photoshoot, I learned of Brandon's decision to switch major's and join Alabama State University for their great, sports medicine major. I am proud of him. Though part of me feels that he accepted the scholarship offer, just to move further away from home. But, I know him staying in Florida wouldn't have been the best for him mentally, too many bad memories.

Anyway, I called him after leaving the shoot to catch up with him and learn of anymore surprises he has in store. He just laughed on the other end and assured me that there were no more surprises. I wished him well before hanging up, and made sure he knew he always has a home here in California.

On the other hand, we just arrived home from picking the kid's up from school. We are all still getting use to riding a big black escalade through the parking lot of Caliwaters Middle.

Jasmine thinks it's the most embarrassing thing in the world; having a big middle aged man (Bill), escort her to and from school. While Dylan in contrast, loves it.

He loves showing off Bill, Darrel, and Rafael to his friends. He has even earned the nickname 'Mister president'. Curtsey of Caliwaters Middles fellow teacher's and staff. It is the cutest thing to me, but Michael isn't too fond of the nickname. He feels that it's a hack for letting the 'F word' (Fame), get to Dylan's head and mess up the actual picture fame is, replacing it with this mirage.

I argue, that the nickname is just that; a nickname. Dylan just loves attention, that's all.

"Mom, dad. I was wondering if Olivia can come over? Just for a one night sleep over?", Jasmine asks, as we turn onto our street. Michael and I share a quick glance. "No.", Michael firmly replies. "Of course honey. Invite her over for tomorrow. You can spend the weekend together. Just make sure we can talk to her parents first.", I smile, watching her face light up through the rearview mirror.

Michael glances at me sideways for a long minute before turning his attention on the car window. I know that look. He is definitely going to have a cow about this one. I honestly wouldn't understand his points if he does decide to argue his side. I mean we have our children secluded enough, it wouldn't hurt giving them a little leniency to enjoy being children.

Especially with Jasmine's traumatizing misfortune, I think her surrounding herself with a great friend will help her continue on her road to regaining herself.

"Really?! Just totally disregard my statement!", Michael fusses once the door of our bedroom closes. We just arrived home, the Dylan and Jasmine are downstairs doing their homework, as well as being assisted by Bill and Rafael. Jordyn is in her bedroom taking a short nap before dinner. Which gives Michael ample amount of time to fuss and whine about the car incident.

I sigh and continue removing my earrings, watching him untie his tie through the mirror. "Papa, I didn't disregard your statement. I just improved it. She needs this human communication. You know she wouldn't talk to anyone after the trial. Just let her have happiness.", I stress, walking over to him.

"I know. I understand that, but I feel that you disrespected my point without even hearing it.", He sighs, watching me in annoyance. I turn my back to him. "Can you unzip me?", I ask sweetly. I feel him breathe heavily against my back as he obeys. He probably thinks I'm ignoring his statements again, which I'm not.

When I'm unzipped I turn to him, and cup the side of his face. "It's just you sounded a little harsh Papa. But, if you want me to hear your point, I'm all ears.", I smile, pecking his lips. I waltz over to the bed and wait patiently for his next reply. Michael glances at me, confusion written between his eyebrows.

"I feel like you're making fun of me.", He mumbles, walking over to the bed as well. I giggle and shake my head, no. "Papa, I'm not. I do find it funny that you're frowning up like this, but I seriously want to hear what you have to say.", I assure him.

Even though I am trying to be serious, I can't help but giggle at him pouting. It is so adorable and a bit of a turn on. Well, anything Michael does is a definite turn on.

Falling back into reality, I flash him a smile and encourage him to explain himself. He exhales reluctantly before explaining.

"I want to keep her safe. That's all. This is as private as we can get. Our home, and with allowing a stranger to entire our only means of privacy, it makes me go into protection mode. I want to protect my family, by any means possible. Especially my princesses and my babygirl.", He stresses, scooting over towards me.

When he's adjacent to me, he carefully lays his head in my lap. "That's all I want Mama. Because, in this world, we'll never know our next problem. I feel one isn't too far from emerging.", He exasperates, taking my right hand in his.

"I'm sorry Papa. I didn't know it means that much. I didn't think about it like that.", I admit, stroking his long returned soft, silky curls. He caresses my knuckles with his thumb, silently. I definitely feel bad now. I have noticed, that Michael has become more and more sensitive when it comes to feeling like he's not being heard.

It hurts me to know, that I am sometimes the cause of his sudden extreme sensitivity. I know we aren't going to agree on everything, and I am fine with that. I also know marriage isn't perfect, and there will be holes and faults in our marriage, but I also know that it's up to you to make up for those holes and faults.

"Mama do you this shit?! I swear, I am cursed!", Michael exclaims suddenly, bolting from my lap, and off the bed.  Breaking my daydream, I turn my attention on the television. My bottom jaw automatically drops, and my eyes widen. I can't believe this.

Back to back, problems have been surfacing. This one in particular I am too fond of for comfort. I read the headlines over and over in my mind, while Michael's continues to angrily dial number's and swear his head off.

Michael Jackson's past mistress, comes out with his three year old twins love children!

My heart is sinking deeper than the Titanic. Not only did she lie about aborting his child, she lies about giving birth to his twins. Whether or not we can fight this battle through this time, I don't know. This wound is too deep to rupture again...

A/N: Hello! I know, I know. Updates. I once again apologize For the hate updates! I have a little going on here in my world. ACT, SAT, PERP, ASVAB, etcetera. So many tests that determine my future. Just bare with me. I promise thing's will calm down soon! Meanwhile, Thank-you for continuing to read! I hope you are still enjoying. Just comment and vote. Let me know should I continue! I do it all for YOU! I love you!
       -M.E