*Michael's Point Of View*

Lies spreading like wild fire. Word's cutting my heart like a knife. Is it a lie or is it the truth, are the questions swirling in my head. I don't even know if I'm angrier with the fact that, there's a huge probability I have twin girls or the fact that she went to the press with. I don't even understand what she could possibly want from me.

She almost ended my marriage, broke my heart, and supposedly killed my unborn baby girl. Now she goes public about having my twins. I swear if this is a test from God, I think I'm going to fail.

"Mike, I'm doing the best I can, but I can only do so much.", Bill exasperates, entering my office. I face palm myself, and glance out my window where camera's awaited my appearance. Ever since yesterday evening, I've been trying to avoid any questioning or unwanted photos. I've also been working none stop on diminishing this problem.

Sadly I have come to the conclusion, that the only way to solve this problem, is to face it head on. "I have to talk to her.", I interrupt Bill as he continues explaining the different options that accessible. He stops pacing then glances at me, oddly. "You want to call her? Why? That wouldn't be smart Michael.", He warns, overcoming his bewilderment. I roll my eyes out of agitation.

"Bill, I could have twin girls! Both are three year's old! I missed three year's of their lives! I can't live with that.", Bill plops into one of the wooden chairs in front of my desk. "I understand that Mike, but what if they aren't your twins? Then you'll be caught up in her Webb. You don't know what she wants.", He convinces, cracking his knuckles.

I exhale deeply. I know he's right. She could be playing me. This could be part of a twisted scheme to get money out of me. Or worse, get me back.

*Marilyn's Point Of View*

"Twins?! As in double?! Wow. How could she have his twins if she had an abortion?", Yuli asks, setting Carson in his highchair. I shrug. "Maybe she lied. I don't think she showed Michael the abortion papers.", I answer softly.

This whole situation has been very exhausting. Every time we turn around, something else pops up. I needed some time to think on it. I know I should be helping Michael figure thing's out, but how can I help him if I'm fully together. Plus, Michael insisted that I inform Yuli and Ryan about our occurring problem before anyone else does.

"Do the kid's know?", She asks, handing Carson his toddler, protein meal. "I'm sure they have heard. Word spreads fast in California. I just hope this doesn't become a huge problem. I mean, we've been through enough this past year. I don't know if we can handle this.",-"How does Michael feel about it?", I sip at the camomile tea filled mug as Yuli rests beside me, reclining in the wooden dining chair.

"He's confused, angry, hurt, he just want to know if the twins are his.",-"And what if the twins are his?", I take a long sip of my tea before answering. "We'd have to move to a home built for seven people. Honestly, I would be hurt knowing the twins are from him cheating on me with her, but I wouldn't feel right knowing he didn't fight for his kid's.", She nods, shaking her head.

"Fame has really taken it's toll huh? I hope all goes well. I really do. Even though I am a little full handed with Carson and...", She trails off, sipping at her tea. I furrow my eyebrows in curiosity. "And what Yuli?", Giggling to herself, she removes the mug from her lips.

"Well, Let's just say Carson will be having him a playmate other than Jordyn...", She beams, blushing hard. I gasp, throwing my arm's around her. "Oh Wow! Baby number two! I'm happy for you guys!", She's squeezes me back, still giggling. " Yeah, a little romance from Ryan does me good, too good.", She winks. I shake my head.

"Wow. Congratulations. I loved being pregnant. You feel one with mother earth.",-"Oh we know. There's three living proofs of you loving being pregnant.", She jokes, standing up from the table. "I actually want another. I don't know why, I just do.", I admit, watching her remove Carson from his highchair. "Have you told Michael?",  She asks turning to me. I give her a look.

"How Can I tell him, Hey babe I want babies. Let's make babies, now? We have enough problems as of now. I'll get over it.", I softly reply. I know I'm convincing more of myself than Yuli. God knows I would love to be pregnant again. But, I know now isn't the time.

"Well... I think you should set Michael aside and say, let's have one more.", Yuli concludes, turning to exit the dining room. I sit for another minute contemplating. Maybe I should tell him. I really want another little Jackson.

Later into the week...

*Michael's Point Of View*

"Mystery woman reveals herself! Her name, Evelyn Rudolph. What are her intentions? Rekindling an old flame? Or just another gold digger? Well, from many sources, We have information on the supposedly twin three year olds that belong to Miss Rudolph. Apparently, these twins were conceived three year's ago when Mister Jackson and Miss Rudolph had a quite lengthy affair. He-",

"Papa why are you watching that? You know it's only going to piss you off more.", Marilyn stresses, taking the remote and clicking the power off button. I continue staring blankly into the screen. I can't sleep. I can't eat. This is eating me up inside. My twin princesses, I never even knew about them until three year's later.

By now, I'm sure their well on their way to being four year's old. How can she do this to me?  "Michael! Michael! Are you even listening?", Marilyn asks, dragging me out of my ponder. I nod, knowing I haven't been paying a bit of attention.  I take notice of her uneasy smile. From that smile, I'm sure she told me something important. I honestly can't get my mind off of Evelyn.

Who was helping her take care of the twins? God it breaks my heart to think my precious gifts are probably not given everything they should have. I hate that I missed almost four year's. "Michael... See, you're not even listening. Just forget it.", Marilyn huffs, walking into our bathroom. Knowing i blanked out again, I quickly hop out of the bed and follow her.

"Mama, I'm sorry.", I sigh, entering the bathroom. She is standing next to the toilet with her leg's tightly crossed, glaring at me. "I have to pee.", She says dryly. I couldn't helping but smirk in amusement. "Okay, pee.", I remark smartly. She roll her eyes then reluctantly does her business. I watch, fully amused at her attempt to Stay angry.

"You're a creep.", She insults, flushing the toilet. "If you had a beautiful, understanding wife like you, you would be a creep too.", I tease, walking behind her as she washes her hands again. "Michael, I really wanted to ask you something.", She softly speaks as I slide my hand's around her torso. "What's that?", She rubs her hand's over mine.

"I think I want another Jackson...", I stare at our hand's, which are gently pressed against her torso, taking a long pause before answering. "I would love more little Jackson's, but what about the twins?", I gulp. I instantly regret that statement. Her hand's drop from mine, and she moves away from me.

I know she hates the idea of Evelyn and I having children, but I take responsibility for all of my children, the twins aren't any difference. I turn to Marilyn wrap my arm's around Her again. I know she wants to cry, I can feel it, so this hug is my way of saying 'you can cry on my shoulder'. "I love you Marilyn. I do. The twins won't change anything.", Just as I hypothesized, she sighs into my chest.

"I swear things won't change. We can still have more little Jackson's. look at me babygirl.", I whisper. She slowly looks up. I swipe her cheeks with my thumbs, gently. "I. Love. YOU. Do you understand that? I will end this with Evelyn, then we'll adopt the twins, and we'll add to our family Okay?", I reason, hope gleaming in my eyes.

She doesn't reply, just looks away. I try again, this time pecking her lips when her eyes meet mine. "I love you too Michael.", She finally replies, breaking the kiss. "Then stay by my side. I know thing's are hectic now, but we can get through this. Okay?", She nods, resting her head against my chest. I inhale deeply, taking in her natural aroma. "Babygirl?", I whisper. She looks up.

"Yes?",-"She's coming. I should've told you sooner, but She's coming in a few minutes.", I stress, biting my lip nervously. Her smile drops from her lips instantly. "How are you bringing her here without the media finding out? Why couldn't we just meet her somewhere?", Her voice raises an octave on the second question.

I open my mouth to answer, but I am quickly interrupted by a knock on our bedroom door. "That's Bill. ", I sigh, detaching myself from her. I quickly walk out of the bathroom and through the bedroom. Bill knocks on the door a second time before I open it. "Hey, She's here. We brought her around back.", He informs me. I nod and wait for Marilyn to meet me at the door.

"Are you ready?", She nods, clearly unsure. I give her a hopeful smile, and follow Bill downstairs. The closer we get to the backyard, the more my heart increases.

What if they aren't mine? Would I be hurt? My questions was soon halted, when we walk into our backyard. Marilyn squeezes  my hand nervously. "Are you sure about this Michael?", Bill questions. I peck Marilyn's forehead, then nod at Bill. "Miss Rudolph.", He calls, walking towards our patio.

One minute.

Two minutes, three.

My eyes meet four. If I wasn't dreaming, I swear they are my mirror image. "This is Kadence and Katelyn.", Her voice shakily answer's my silent question. I didn't father twin girl's, I fathered fraternal twins; a boy and a girl. My heart instantly sinks...

To Be Continued...

To Be Continued.