*Evelyn's Point Of View*

"Thanks for coming...," He greets, barely audible. I give him a small smile, walking in behind him. I honestly don't even know why I'm here. I wanted him to see the twins, that's it. I owed it to him to let him meet them. I just wanted him to meet them and go on my way, but there was something about seeing his face light up when he laid eyes on Kadence and Katelyn. I knew I couldn't keep them from him.

"So how are you holding up? What have you been doing?", He asks, interrupting my thoughts. I slowly look at him. He's draped in white and black, his hair in elongated curls. The man is beautiful, even at forty. "I'm fine. I've been fine," I dryly reply. He takes notice of my tone, nodding his head. "Just wanted to make small talk. I don't understand your anger," I glare at him.

"Don't understand my anger? You try hiding the fact that the father of your twins has a family of his own And is unreachable, because he is so fucking famous! You try having to explain to Kadence and Katelyn that they can't see daddy because he is miles away! You try living with the fact that the man you love is happy with another woman! You try that Michael!," I snap, feeling the sting of tears. He stares at me silently.

I know most of the past that evolved us, together wasn't the best one. But, I know at one time he loved me. One time during the nights we had sex, he made love to me in order to have those twins. I know it. I feel it.

"I don't know what you want Evelyn. I never should've cheated with you, but I do love Kadence and Katelyn. You know I would love to have known three year's ago about them," He sighs. I roll my eyes, violently wiping tears away. "I hate you so much. I hate you," I choke.

"I know. But, this isn't about me it's about Kadence and Katelyn. I want to legally adopt them," My eyes shoot open. Through my blurry sight, I manage a cold glare. "What in the Hell is wrong with you?!,"-"Marilyn and I talked about it and agreed on it so-", I spring from my seat. "You and that bitch will not take my babies! Do you understand?!," I screech. He angrily tugs at his bottom lip.

"Don't ever speak of Marilyn, my wife, like that ever again. Okay?! Don't! That's disrespectful,"  He barks. "What's disrespectful is you trying to-" A knock on the door interrupts my sentence.

"Papa?", a voice calls from the other side. Michael quickly walks over to me. "Please, quietly go over there," He whispers, pointing towards his linen drapes. My glare hardens. "I'm not going now damn where," He sighs, pushing me towards the window.

"Stop being so fucking stubborn. Just stay here," He order's, covering me with the drapes. I want to so badly whack him across his face right now. He quickly walks over towards the door on the third knock, opening it to reveal a questioning Marilyn. Great, just great.

I awake from re-caption, from two weeks ago. I'm still very angry. I don't understand Michael, not at all. I wish he would see how sorry I am for antagonizing him and his children. I even feel bad for hurting Marilyn. I wished he understood I acted the way I acted out of jealousy, animosity, and Yes, love. Sadly, he'll never realize that.

"Mommy, who is that lady that lives with daddy?," Kadence asks as he colors in his Cars book. I pause, turning away from the laundry. "That's... that's his wife Kay-Jay," He tilts his head to the side in innocent confusion. "Daddy's married? But, but he's my daddy," Kadence whines. I sigh. We have been going through this since his and Katelyn's last birthday.

My answer is always the same, daddy has his own family. I can't even explain how heart breaking it is to try to explain this to them. "Mommy, that woman is mean for taking daddy away!," Kadence explains, throwing his crayon across the living room. "Yeah, a meanie bo-beanie!," Katelyn, who just joined the conversation, chimes in.

Part of me what's to laugh at their rebellious nature towards the situation. But, for the most part it widens the already gaped hole in my heart. "Alright you two, everything will be okay. You have your big brother and me," Kadence gives me his infamous pout, resembling Michael in a rare form. "I want daddy...," He sniffles.

I give him a small smile, squatting down to his and Katelyn's level. "Your daddy loves you very much. He loves you both. You have four siblings that love you as well, so cheer up nuggets. No more crying okay?," They both nod before I wrap my arm's around them, pecking their head's.

I love my angels. I love their father even more for helping me create them. Their not a mistake, their my miracle.

*Marilyn's Point Of View*

Sick, Nauseous and stressed. That's explains my past few day's. I had to cancel at least three meeting's this week with my supervisor, Delores. The cause of my symptoms, the media, the kid's, and Michael. The media is still hounding our family with camera's everywhere we go. They want to know more about Michael's affair with Evelyn.

Which leads me to the kid's stressing me out. Kadence and Katelyn have it out for me. They refuse to listen to me. No matter what I say or how I say it, they ignore me. Especially Kadence, he just glares at me. On the other hand, Michael doesn't lighten my headache. He allows them to do whatever they please with no consequence.

He claims "their just being kid's", but if Jordyn does the same, she is sent to time out. This stresses me, because I don't want this to affect our next little Jackson. Yup, that's right. This stressed, nauseous, sick Mama, is pregnant. The only thing, is Michael doesn't know; yet. I haven't told him, because I want to make sure I can take care of this baby full term.

Which is why I am here, at the OBGYN.  In order to slip away unnoticed from home, I asked Yuli to ride with me and Bill to the OBGYN, while Rafael keeps an eye out for Michael. I told him a little white lie; I'm going shopping. Which means, I will have to return with bags and hopefully a nice surprise.

"Hello Misses Jackson and Mister?...," Doctor McKnight greets, glancing at Bill. Bill gives her a small smile. "I'm Bill Bray, the bodyguard," Bill greets. Yuli bashfully steps forward. "I'm a close friend, you can call me Yuli," She smiles. Doctor McKnight smile widens.

"Ah, Nice to see you again Mister Bray, my apologies. I'm used to seeing Mister Rafael, along with Mister Jackson," I flash an uneasy smile, knowing that Michael isn't here. I rarely visit the doctor without Michael, I definitely feel guilty.

"So Misses Jackson, you're here to find our if you're pregnant, correct?," I glance at Yuli. She tucks a midnight lock behind her ear, smiling for support. "Yes. I-I know last time I visited you counted my eggs. I just want to know if it worked. I've been dieting and exercising...," I babble, picking at my finger nails.

Doctor McKnight giggles lightly at my anxiousness, flipping through what I assume, is my file.

"Well, according to your files... you should be able to carry a baby full term. You are in the forty under rage even though you're thirty-eight. What this means, is you are in the mid-zone of the stage where the reproductive system slows down, therefore reducing the remaining amount of the female eggs...," She explains, looking up from the portfolio.

Throughout her explanation, my heart sped faster and faster. My anxiety is building. I want this baby. I really do. "So, are you ready Misses Jackson?," Doctor McKnight smiles. I glance at Bill, who has slowly slipped towards the door. "This is my cue. I'll be outside Marilyn," He whispers, squeezing my clammy hands, gently.

I nod, watching him exit. I look to Yuli one last time before stepping towards the bench and climbing it. "I'm ready...," I exhale, laying down and lifting my shirt.

*Michael's Point Of View*

Hope. We all close our eyes for it, we I fight to have it. As for me, I always try to keep hope in my back pocket. In my life, I think it's safe to say that I need hope. I need hope, because it keeps me open minded. Hope gives me strength.

Hope even sets apart madness, allowing miracles to wash upon my life like a waterfall. Little did I know, hope was preparing an waterfall in the Amazon for me.

"Have you seen your mom?," I ask entering the living room. I haven't seen Marilyn since this morning, when she went shopping; I'm beginning to think she didn't go shopping. "Nope. I haven't seen her. Have you seen her Dylan?," Jasmine inquires, clearly hiding a giggle. I raise a suspicious eyebrow, glancing at all three of five little Jacksons.

"Nope, haven't seen her. Have you seen mommy Jordyn?," Dylan lightly giggles, turning to his dozing little sister. "What's going on here?," I finally ask, walking towards them. "Nothing!," Jasmine and Dylan defend in terrible unison. I shake my head and scoop up Jordyn. "Peaches, can you tell daddy where mommy is?," Jordyn glances at my blankly, her eyes nearly rolling back.

My little princess, tired from daycare. "Well, I'm going to tuck her in for the night. When I come back, I want answers," I stress, rubbing Jordyn's back. I swear Jacksons are terrible liars. I laugh at my small joke, and continue up the stairs. As soon as I reach Jordyn's bedroom door, she begins to squirm.

"Daddy I want mommy," She whines, nestling her face into my neck. I chuckle, opening the door. "I do too peaches. She'll be back. It's bed time princess," She surprisingly agrees, allowing me to lay her on her creme twin, sleigh bed. "I'm tired daddy," She yawns, I fold her Disney themed comforter over her.

"I know peaches, close your eyes," She slowly closes her eyes, reaching for her plush unicorn. "G'night princess," I whisper, pecking her forehead. She sighs dreamily, lost in slumber. Seeing that my task is done, I quietly slip away cracking the door behind me.

"Okay, now I-," I pause, glancing around the empty living room. Where did they go that fast? I circle the living room before taking my search party to the kitchen, where a delicious aroma hit my nostrils like strong perfume. Rib's, steamed carrots, potatoes and bakery-made, fresh vanilla cupcakes.

I haven't even entered the kitchen yet, but my mouth is watering at the imaginary taste of prepared the meal.

"Hey Papa, how was your day?," Marilyn beams, as I enter the kitchen. Her bright smile matches her bright attire. She's draped in a pearly-pink lace blouse, complimented with a pair of neat, baby blue capris. Even though her attire is a bit out of season, I am almost sure there's a reason behind it.

"What's the occasion Mama?," I ask, glancing at the red topped containers, that held the delicious cuisine. "Well, my day was fine, Thank-you," She giggles. I chuckle lightly at her bubbly tone. It's been awhile since I've seen her this cheesy and elated.

"I'm sorry. It's just you're extra happy, you've been gone all day and you brought dinner," I analyze.  She giggles again, walking towards me. "Well Jasmine and Dylan said you didn't eat, so I decided to bring us something,"-"I see. What's on the menu?," Without answering my question, she takes my hand and leads me into the dining room. "Take a look for yourself," she lulls.

Glancing at the beautifully set table, my nose was right. There lay on two plates, is baby back, barbeque ribs, baby steamed carrots, baby steamed potatoes and mini baby blue icing topped, vanilla cupcakes. I turn to a very cheesy Marilyn. "Is there a pattern I'm supposed to be getting here?," She giggles, nodding slowly.

"Baby back ribs.... baby carrots... baby potatoes... b-baby?," I gasp, lifting her up in a tight hug. "We're pregnant! You're pregnant! Hell, I'm pregnant! Oh God! Wow..., " I sigh happily, setting her down. Her giggles remain untamed as she squeals with joy.

"Yes. Doctor McKnight will make sure that we have a safe, full term pregnancy. God I'm so happy," I gently grab her face, pressing my lips against hers. "We're having this baby," She stares into my eyes silently for awhile, searching them. "Don't worry Michael, Kadence and Katelyn will not be overlooked. I don't want you to think I'm having a baby to take your mind off them okay?," She stresses, pecking my lips.

"I would never do that to you. I love them just as much as I will love this baby," She reiterates as if trying to reassure me. "I know babygirl. You don't have to tell me. Now, let's eat," She nods detaching herself from me. While she excitedly explains her doctor's visit, my mind wanders to the unborn child inside of her.

It's another blessing, another chance to be a better father. I just hope I can do this child justice, but in the mean time, I'll worry about making sure our growing joy will have a safe environment to grow in. Yup, that's right. The Jacksons are on the move, again... 

To Be Continued...