*Michael's Point Of View*

"Hey Kadence, how are you buddy?" I ask, scoopin the growing toddler up. He giggles, showing me his wide gap between his two front teeth. I chuckle, he reminds me so much of Brandon when he was younger. "Daddy, I beat up Mister T on the game! I finally beat him!" He exclaims, squirming from arms. I watch him as he jogs over to his gaming system. I came over for my weekly visit. Evelyn has agreed to allow me to have weekly visits even though i have the twins for the weekend. I thouht it was a nice compromise, the only thing is with the daily visits i would have to sneak off. It's not because Marilyn I don't know, it's because I know it stresses her. I don't need to have my pregnant wife at home stressing over a minor visit, so most of the time I can slip away easily. I just don't want any drama, nor do i want to abandon the twins. They are just as important as any of my children i have with Marilyn.

"Daddy! See, I told you I beat him"  Kadence exclaims, jumping up and down as he hands me his gaming counsel. I smile widely, glancing at the dead animated character on the screen. "I see. Good job. Just don't go around beating up people in real life," I playfully scold. He giggles in response. I kneel down on one know, facing him."I'm serious. What is my real on hands?" He scrunches up his face in thouht. "To... To keep my hands to myself and everyone else will be happy?" I raise my palm to his for a high five. "That's right. If you hit someone, the hand monster will get'cha!" I tease, gently ticklin at his stomach. He squeals in delight, trying to escape my arm's. I finally release him, standing to my feet. "I'm going to beat the boss level next daddy! Just watch!" He bursts, Jumpinig up and down. I chuckle. "Well have at little one" with one last toothy smile, he sprints off.

"He's really excited about that game huh?" I ask Evelyn enters, picking up a few barbie dolls and toy trucks from the livin room floor. She looks back towards Kadence direction in the dining room. "Yeah, he does," She simply replies, resuming her cleaning.

I have noticed since our argument, Evelyn has simply given up on communication. I understand, pooring your heart out only to be rejected, but I wished she understand the difference in the circumstance. She is the woman I broke my vows for. She's the woman i guiltily laid with while my wife laid in our bed crying because of our lost child. She's the woman I became selfish in my marriage for. I could never turn around and love her.

"You don't have to stay so lon today. Katelyn will be next door for awhile and Kadence will be busy with that game for the rest of the evening" She informs me, tossing the last of the toys into a bin. "I know i don't have to, I just... I don't know," I reply, scratching the back of my neck. She's right. I have no point of being here at the moment. 'I just haven't found an excuse on why i'm late for dinner today" I admit, plopping onto her couch. She sighs, sitting beside me, as well as leaving a spot between us. Who knew I could sit next to the very woman I cheated on my wife with, with no resentment or anger. I guess it's all apart of lettin by Gon's be by Gon's.

"Why do you create problems for yourself?" She asks, tearing my thoughts. I lift an questioning eyebrow. "Create problems for myself?"-"Yes. Sneaking over here when you know she will be wandering where you were, then you'll have to make up a dumb ass lie. That's very stupid" Evelyn explains. I stare at her silently for a moment. "I know what I'm doing, trying to demenish any future probabilities of problems," I retort, breaking my silence. She shakes her head. "Well this is a dumb ass way of doing that babes. How will this look to her? Michael with the mistress of his twins?" She anylyzes.

I sigh, realizing the truth in her statement. "First, don't call me babes. Second, her name is Marilyn. Third, how do you suggest i fix this? I mean with Marilyn being pregnant its-"-"Wait, the bi-Marilyn is pregnant? Wow. What a coencedence..." Evelyn sarcastically praises. I glare at her. I hate when she disrespects Marilyn, especially in my face. 

"What have I told you about my wife?! I'm tired of you disrespecting her. And there is no coiencedence. We had unprotected, planned sex. So get that sick idea out of your head!" I bark, standing up from the sofa. She follows behind me as I grab my jacket from the armchai She knows she's wrong for continously bashing Marilyn for no reason. "Michael, Come on I'm sorry. I just think it's a little suspicious she wants to try to get pregnant around the same time the twins and I come into the picture, don't you think?" I do a complete 180. "I'm sick of your jealous comments! That's my wife dammit! Don't say shit like that about a pregnant woman!" I spit, turning to walk off. "Michael I-"-"You know what? You can accuse my wife of doing that, but the fact is, that's how the world views you" I scuff, leaving her to think on that. I definitely think this is my last weekly visit.

*Marilyn's Point Of View*

This is the third time this week. The third time Michael has claimed to be "running errans after work". I know he's lying to me. I even found out (through Bill) that he has been visitng Evelyn and playing house. Bill likes Evelyn as much as i do, that's very little. He also knows as well as I do what she is capable of. 

An hour has passed since Michael has been "running errands". I know i shouldn't be boiling right now, but I am. I don't know why he feels the need to constantly lie, especially about little thing's. I understand he wants to see the twins. I am totally fine with that, but lying about it, that's what scares me. I know at one point him and Evelyn had something, something I don't understand. That "something" scares me. I don't want her taking him from me again. I swear this time, I'm not backing down so easily.

"Hey babygirl, and baby. I'm sorry I'm late. I brought treats" Michael smiles, as he enters the kitchen. I quietly continue what I was doing before, washing dishes. I am trying not to be too obvious with my anger, but him entering with a smile on his face is really making it hard not to. 

"Hey, Papa can't get any love from his babygirl?" He frowns, walking up to me. Oh I'll show you damn love. "Hi, Sorry. Lost in pregnancy brain I guess," I lie, giving him a small peck where my fist should have been. He chuckles, pressing his lips against my forehead. "You're only a few weeks, I'm sure pregnancy brain hasn't kicked in yet," He playfully teases. I couldn't help but laugh along. Michael has this energy that makes you fall under his spell, even when you're mad at him.

"So papa, Where have you been?" I ask, wiping the smile right off his face. "Uh. I went to the store, caught up with an old colleague, then came here," He answers,with an assuring smile. 

Liar.

 "Was Bill with you? You know you can't just go out in public like that," I scold, silently hoping he would tell the truth already. 

"Bill? Yeah, yeah. He drove me around today. Wait, why all of the questioning?" He asks, defence active in his tone.

Wrong answer.

I shrug. "Just asking. So you went out with Bill? I thought Bill was taking care of Karen today? She's sick, remember?" He nods, avoiding eye contact as he begins to explain. "Well, I guess she was feeling better, because he was with me...on my errands," He lies, again. 

Strike two.

I mentally warn him he has one more strike. I don't know why he can't just tell me the truth. Michael has never lied like this since the days he cheated on me. I hope that's not it. God don't let that be the problem.

"OKay, do you have any more questions for me?" He asks a bit more confident than before. I know he thinks he's off the hook, but he has another thing coming. I inhale deeply in an attempt to calm myself before i reply. "Michael Joseph, Where were you?" He exhales deeply. "Running errands. I saw a familiar face, talked to them then bought food," He explains, sticking to his lie. I pinch the bridge of my nose in agitation.

"Last chance Michael, Where. Were. You?"-"Running errands. I keep telling you that? Why are you intterogating me?" He questions, annoyance finding it's place in his tone as well. I stare at him long and hard for a moment. He lied. Over and over he lied, when all he had to do was tell me he was at his whore's house. 

"Do you want to know why I asked?" I ask in the mist of my silence. Even though I'm angry, it's my heart that is hurt the most. He silently nods. "I wanted the truth. You refused me that. But, I have a little truth to hold on to... My husband of twenty fucking years, is a liar... and most likely...a cheat" I choke, feeling my throat give way to the pain in my hurt. Before he can say another word or rebuttal, I silently turn and walk away...

To Be Continued...

A/N: Ouch! What a slap in the face. Why did Michael lie? Do you think he was right for lying? Is Marilyn overreacting? What about Evelyn, is she wrong or right? Well, let me know in the cooment section about what YOU think. Again, thank you so much for folllowing the story this far! CHAPTER 58! Wow, it's crazy man. It's all up to you if I continue or not, so let me know my harmonies!

-Marilyn.E