*Marilyn's Point Of View*

"Hi Kadence, hi Katelyn.", Michael sweetly greets the twins sweetly. Kadence shyly waves at Michael, while Katelyn quickly scurries behind Evelyn's leg. My heart is sinking right now. Michael's face is brightly lit as he tries to convince the tots that he is harmless. I take this time to overlook Evelyn. She looks amazing I will admit.

Her hair is dyed with a dark pecan brown, matching her false hazel eyes. The woman has definitely gotten herself together since we last saw her. Which makes me angrier. How can she lie to Michael about having his twins, then report it to the median, just so she could let him meet them.

With this boiling thought in my mind, I glare at her coldly as she pushes Katelyn to talk to Michael. "You better calm down, I can see your steam.", Bill lightly chuckles. "I hate her. I don't even understand Michael right now.", I grumble. Bill nods in agreement. "

He's a sucker for children. I hope she doesn't pull anything on him. I'll end it in a snap.", He grunts, sharing my glare of Evelyn. After a few more minutes of introductions, we take the unions to the living room, where Michael sends Bill to show Kadence and Katelyn, Jordyn's play room.

Michael's smile has withered as he sits beside me on the love seat while Evelyn sits across from us on the couch. I swear my eyes have fire in them, and I'm throwing flames at her; I just can't stand this whore.

"So, why now? Why go to the press first?", Michael interrogates. Evelyn slides a piece of her pecan locks behind her left ear, nervously.

"I searched for a year after lying to you about the abortion. I went back to the doctor's and was corrected. I wasn't having a baby girl, I was having a baby girl and a baby boy. I wanted to tell you, but I already hurt you enough so I quietly went on my way. My love for you and the babies led me to live a happier life. So after Bryan went to college, I decided to go looking for you again, but you already moved on. Back with her, With a baby on the way... I wasn't going to ruin that.", She explains, looking Michael dead in the eye.

Right now, my nails are screaming to scratch the lying whore. I can't believe Michael is listening to her lie like this.

"And what about going to the press about this? Why did you do that?", He demands. She sighs heavily. "I didn't know how to reach you. So, I did some research, and...", She trails off. "And caused a Damn riot! Do you understand that my kid's are not going to live normally because of this stupid stunt?! They'll always be known as the kid's Michael had with his mistress!", Michael snaps.

"That's not fair, not at all. Those are our kid's. You laid with me. We made love. Look what it gave us, two beautiful being's.", She protests. Michael falls silent, staring at his hand's. I don't even know why I'm here.

Hearing her say, that they made love literally murdered every fiber of my being. Part of me want to snap her neck, the other half wants to just ball up and cry. Going along with the better half, I quickly stand up and quietly exit, holding in my tears until I reach the kitchen.

*Michael's Point Of View*

I'm confused, hurt, and more confused. I'm confused on Evelyn's arguments. She tried looking for me? I'm easily found, my name never leaves the front page of a gossip magazine.

How can she say we made love? I always made it clear that I was never in love. Yes, I longed for a women's touch, an easy target. Evelyn was just that, an easy target. But, what hurts me is that my children will live in labels. My Kadence and Katelyn, will forever be labeled as mistakes. Though in reality they were, they are still my blessing.

When Marilyn scurries out, I quickly hop up and follow. I know how much this is killing her, especially with her announcement this morning. She wants another baby. I'm okay with that, but I'm not so sure about it.

"Babygirl, please don't cry.", I soothe, entering the kitchen, she's scooted against the fridge on the kitchen floor balling her eyes out. I quietly scoot behind her and hold her in my lap, squeezing her tightly.

Lord knows how much I wish I could take thing's back. I know our bad times brought out our best days, but it also left painful scars. This specific painful scar, was just ripped of it's bandaid.

"It's okay babygirl. It's Okay. I love you. Only you.", I repeatedly whisper, kissing her shoulder. Within minutes of this position, her wails become soft hiccups as she slowly calms down. In the mist of our silence I decide to ease the mood; with memories.

"I wanted to have thirteen kid's originally, remember that?", I whisper, rocking us side to side. She continues hiccuping in response. "But, you Only wanted two. Now look at us, four kid's. Now including two more. We have six, I would love to make an seventh.", I conclude, pecking her neck softly. "Even if right now.", I add, nibbling at her earlobe.

I can feel her loosen up as my kisses become more intense. I know I should stop, but if this is what she really wants, then I'm on board. "Right now?", She strains in a whisper. I lightly chuckle. "Maybe not now, I want to do it right Mama.", I smile, thinking about our location and our unfortunate, current circumstance.

"Are you sure you want another baby? It's okay if not. It could be my biological clock getting to my head.", She tries to reason with herself. I shake my head in disagreement.

"I want this Mama. I do. Let's just fix this problem, then later tonight...", I trail off, sliding my hand's around the hem of her shirt. She shakes beneath my hand's, in excitement. "Don't tempt me to go further...", I growl, pecking the back of her neck.

She silently hisses as my fingers trail further down, meeting the trim of her lace panties. "Mmm Papa, please don't tease me. Please.", She whimpers, tossing her head back against my shoulder. "I want to hear you moan Mama.", I groan.

Now I started the dangerous game of desire and passion, knowing I can't finish it; yet.

"We can't...", She whispers, closing her eyes as I slip further and further into her panties. "Ahh... Mmm Papa y-you have t-to st-stop.", She continuously moans in my ear. My fingers meet her sweet flesh, before I come to my senses. Knowing I should stop, I reluctantly surrender. "The thing's you do to me Mama.", I sigh, feeling the tug in my pants.

"I'm happy I can still do that.", She smiles. I stand up, and help her up as well. "It's because I love you. My heart Burns only for you. I don't care that Evelyn had my children, she will never be anything more than the mother of my twins. You are my soul, my life, my everything. No one can take that away from me. No one.", I stress, taking her lips for mine. God I love this woman.

*Three Weeks Later Marilyn's POV*

"Kadence, Katelyn, Jordyn, Dylan, and Jasmine! It's time to lock and load, let's go!", Michael yells from the bottom of the stairwell. Jordyn, Kadence and Katelyn are the first to emerge from Jordyn's room. "Hello there my princesses and prince.", Michael beams as they slowly descend the stairs.

It's been three weeks since Evelyn brought them here. She wants Michael to have a chance to bond with the twins, and for the twins to bond with their half siblings. She thinks it's a way of making it up to Michael for keeping them from him. I personally think it's a way of slowly coming close to him again. But, for now I'll be supportive.

The twins are not bad toddler's. They are very mild mannered. Katelyn is a 2.0 version of Jordyn, or the other way around. Jasmine loves having another little sister. She was hesitant at first, because she knows the back story, but she loves Katelyn like she loves Jordyn. As for Dylan, he loves finally not being the baby boy.

He thinks having a little brother is awesome, and is begging for another. Speaking of, Michael and I haven't found time to start on our mission. With five kid's in the house, there's barely time to take a nice shower. But, I'm not complaining. The only thing that I will say (admit) bothers me, is the fact that Evelyn constantly calls here everyday, throughout The day.

I understand she wants to check on the twins, but calling the house to speak to Michael when the Twins are in daycare or sleep, is unacceptable. I've stressed this to Michael, and he has stressed it to her, but she won't get the point.

"Taking a bath Mama?", Michael lulls, slipping into our bathroom. I indeed am taking a nice, much needed soak in a vanilla scented, warm drawn bath. Well it was nice, until Michael comes in and interrupts.

"Yes. It is definitely needed.", I reply, inhaling the sweet, vanilla scented suds. "Can I help you relax?", He asks, naughtiness deep in his tone. "You're nothing But trouble Mister Jackson.", I casually retort. He chuckles lightly, grabbing my cocoa butter from the bathroom shelf.

"How am I trouble, if all I want to do is help you relax?", He challenges. I eye him suspiciously. "You just seem like you're up to now good.",-"Looks can be deceiving.", He growls, walking behind the bath tub. I watch him from the corners of my eyes. "Your secret to silky soft skin is cocoa butter?", He asks, pouring a small portions into his palms. I nod.

"You know you have beautiful leg's, have I told you that? I'm a leg man. And babygirl, you have a damn good pair on you.", He casually flirts, easing his hand's onto my shoulder's. My eye's instantly shut closed. I love the following of his big, slender hand's on my skin. The way His hand's instantly know what to do to pleasure me when they come in contact with my skin, drives me crazy.

"Mmm...", I moan, as he digs into my shoulder blade's with his thumbs. If he's trying to get me in the mood, he definitely doesn't have to try for much longer. "You like this huh?", He chuckle mischievously, in my ear. "Yes...", I answer in a soft moan. This man has magical, beautiful big hand's; I want them somewhere else.

"Papa, I want your hand's.", I moan, again slowly opening my eyes. "My hand's?", I bite down on my bottom lip, and nod. Hopefully he gets the clue. "Where would you like my hand's Mama?",-"Anywhere, but above water.", I purr. He lifts a flirtatious eyebrow.

"Oh babygirl, you are some type of bold. I love it.", He replies, removing his shirt. I watch him as he remove The rest of his chains, and joins my fantasy.

Territorially speaking, I'm his, and my body is his damsel in distress. His fingers, his loose and his partner are my hero's. They end my desires and open my senses, and leave my body trembling.

That explains what I'm feeling right now, as he give his all to me, to allow my final wish to come true. With every passionate thrust, I call his name in surrender to love. With every sweet nothing whispered in my ear, I am confirmed that he feels the same.

Through our sweat that bounds our bodies, I find a promise we kept for almost twenty year's, a promise that simply says, I love you. Hopefully, the result of that promise is the fulfilment of my only wish...

To Be Continued...

Hello! Did you enjoy? Should I continue? Should there be a love scene? YOU decide! Again, Thank-you for the continuity of support for Book 5! I mean look! We're on chapter 54!! Now, let me know if I should keep going through votes and comments. I also wouldn't mind you guys sharing this series with other wattpadders, or even on social media! Speaking of, you can follow my wattbased account on twitter! Here's the username ➡@LiteratureElem1 follow me and be sure to share and tweet me! I of course follow back! Okay, I bore you long enough... Anyway, I love you and remember to vote and comment!
-Marilyn Edmond