*Michael's Point Of View*

I remain silent, pondering on what she said.

A DNA test for Dylan? 

After a few more minutes, it hit me. I did in fact recover that as I was house keeping. I guess I didn't pay much attention to it. Now thinking back on that, I remember why I did that. It was on one of those days when I went through an insecurity gap as well.

In our first years of marriage, it was rocky. On a night of drinking with my employee's from my older studio, where the guys and I were having a great conversation, jumping from topic to topic (due to the fact we were highly intoxicated) one of the guys, my then intern, came up with an interesting question. That question led to a very drunk Michael wanting, demanding answers.

"Ya-You know Mike, Y-You have a fine wife my brotha..." Kyle slurs.

I hiccup and nod in agreement.

My mind is spinning but I don't care,I'm with the boys tonight. My sales are slowly climbing and I am working on getting another high profiled client. So because of this fact, me and guys from the studio decided to celebrate. I don't usually drink, but I think I deserve a sip or two.

"Yeah she is f-wine. I am surprised no one h-h-hits on'a" Kyle continues, shaking his head towards the ceiling. 

I laugh at the five-foot-four, drunk man. I don't even know why he drug me here with his buddies. I don't even know their names. I mean they seem cool, but Hell I'm drunk, fire seems cool.

"Man... I'ma ser-serious. How'a, how'a you don't know chee-chee, she cheating?"  He asks, trying to give me a sincere glance.

I glare at him for a minute, only to burst into wheezing laughter. "I know ma woman would...not cheetah, on me. She would, she would not cheetah on me" I slur, poking him in the chest. Due to his intoxication and lack of balance control, he falls over onto the floor. 

"Imm'a. I think you should'a check fo' sho'" He hiccups, standing up from the floor. 

Growing a little annoyed with the topic, I grab another shot and chug it down. 

"Jus', Jus' shut te' Hell up, and'a, drink" I slur, grabbing a shot and pouring it over him. He laugh wildly and chugs down a shot for himself.

From that point I can't remember anything. I remember some occurrences,but not fully to defend myself. I wish I could jog my memory and I figure out what exactly happened, and why.Almost forgetting the way Marilyn walked off, I quickly jump up from my seat and follow behind her. 

I enter the fourier and search for any sign of her. I know she didn't leave because I didn't hear the alarm for the front door. I continue my search into the kitchen where I find a few pieces of smashed glass. I glance at the glance in confusion. "How long did I blank out?" I ask to no one in particular.

Thuds coming from upstairs, break my concentration as I turn to investigate. I quickly jog the stairs and walk towards our bedroom where the thuds reside. Upon entry, I catch Marilyn emptying drawers and throwing random items across the room. 

"No good son of a bitch!" She screeches, throwing a shoe my way. 

I quickly duck and stare at her in bewilderment. I odn't think I've ever seen her this angry. She isn't much of a physical person when it comes to anger, so this is all new  to me. Hopefully it's just her hormone's.

"Don't think he's your child?! Huh?! Your'e the only fucking cheater!" She screams again, throwing a pair of pumps at me. 

Once again I dodge and slowly walk over to her. I don't want her to hit me, but I need to somehow calm her down. I also am well aware, that this isn't safe for me nor her and the baby.

"Babygirl, please calm down" I speak softly, inching towards her. 

Her face is stained with mascara as well as her hair a wild mess. This is what I did to her. She glares at me coldly, her chest rising and falling quickly.I silent pray that I can calm her down as I finally near her. Inhaling deeply, I reach for her hand. She quickly snatches it back.

"Don't fucking touch me, don't" She snaps.

"Babygirl... I'm sorry. I don't even remember doing that. I am sorry for everything, just please. Please calm down. This is not healthy for you are the baby" I stress, reaching for her hand again.

"You don't even want another baby. You don't even know what the Hell you want! You let that bitch get in your head. I am leaving. I'm done, DONE" She daggers, pushing past me.

I take in another deep breath, before grabbing her arm gently. 

"You're not leaving, you just need to calm down" 

"Let me go. I am done with your lies, I am done. You had a fucking DNA test done on your son! Your son! And you hide it from me for thirteen years...Fuck you" She spits. Okay, now she's pissing me off.

"Look, dammit! It was a drunken mistake! God! I swear, you love nagging me! I try to make amends but you act like a bitch sometimes!" I retort, instantly regretting my statement.

"What did you call me? A bitch? That's how you feel?" She asks, a bit calmly.

I sigh and shake my head, no. 

"No. Not at all. You're just frustrating me. I don't know why your'e throwing thing's or swearing at me like this, but I just want you to calm down. Please" 

She walks towards the bed and sits on the edge. I watch her contently, waiting for her to lash out again. Instead, she grabs our picture on the night stand and cries. I will admit, I'm confused by her mood swings. I forgot that comes with her being pregnant. I just hope this is the last of her anger, I just really want to fix thing's.

"You know I love you, right Marilyn?" I ask, still watching her. 

She nods, and continues rocking herself. 

"Can I touch you?" I ask, walking over to her. Her eyes follow me as I climb into the bed. 

"I want to hold you" I speak softly, Positioning myself behind her. Taking the pillow from her hands, I replace it with mine, interlacing our fingers. It feels good to hold her again. I definitely missed the feeling of our coagulated warmth.

"I'm sorry Michael. I am so sorry. I didn't mean it. I didn't mean it Michael" She croaks, pecking my hand. 

"Shh, I know babygirl. I know. I swear, I'm going to fix this. I'll find out about the test, and I'll only have the twins on my visitation days" I stress, pecking the beck of her head. 

She remains silent, her body melting into my hold. Maybe the storm isn't entirely over, but I'm glad as of now it is quiet. I now know that lies and secrets are the bulldozer of a grounded marriage. I have been blinded with the thought that lying was acceptable, just as long as it's in good intentions. I had good intention's, but the truth would've prevented this. Now I know.

*Marilyn's Point Of View*

Since words were thrown, low blows were attributed, and lies were confiscated into truth, thing's have been quieter. I don't know if everything has been resolved,but if resolve means going back into the battlefield, I prefer to leave it alone. I hate fighting with Michael, I really do. But, I think fighting relies on passion. Call me crazy, but passion is fueled by anger, in most cases.

But when you cease the burning passion with an exhaust of love, things become apparent that at the end of the battle, love always conquered. To me, that is very important. I know Michael and I love each other enough to go head to head, It seems to bring us headaches, but it also brought us many joys. The joys I wouldn't trade for the world.

After two passing days since the brawl, Michael and I have chosen to break from the situation and talk about it later. Against my better judgment, I agreed. I know pushing the problem aside would mean less of an headache, but it also means the elephant is still in the room.

I hate dwelling on the past, but the thought of Michael having a DNA test done for Dylan hurts. Drunk or not, he had the test, he even brought it into our home. I feel he could've at least told me before. I know even when you're drunk, your conscience still gives you a hint of what's right and what's wrong. Whether or not Michael conscience did, I am still hurt.

With this burdening thought, I decided today would be the day that we finally talk it out. I'm sure after two days, we are fully operable to have an adult conversation without pointing fingers. Hopefully, this does work out and we can walk away, finally releasing the elephant.

"Michael?" I call, entering our bedroom.

I just helped Bill load the kid's for school and sent them of, which means Michael and I are alone today with nothing to do. I made sure to cancel any plans until later in the day, so that Michael and I can have nothing but undivided attention with each other.

Michael is pacing the room with folders and notebooks, swearing to himself as he crosses one part of the room to another. 

I sigh and call for his attention, again.

"Michael? I need to talk to you" I stress. 

He glances up from his scurry and pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration.

"Yes babygirl?"

I pull my lips in forming a line as I slowly approached him. I hope he is as ready as I am.

"Can we talk?"

He stares at me a bit longer before setting his papers down and plopping onto the bed. 

"We can talk, but I have to go meet with a potential client. As well as drop Kadence and Katelyn's clothes" He stresses.

I sigh, plopping beside him.

"Oh, well it can wait. Just hurry back" 

"Babygirl..." He sighs.

He steals my hand and pecks my finger tips.

"I would love to talk about whatever it is, but I really need to go. I promise I'll be back in time to talk, okay?" He offers, pecking my lips.

"Okay" I simply reply.

He nods and stands up, resuming his hasty speed for whatever materials he needs. I watch him, wishing he would just stay. But, I have come to realize Michael is very dedicated to his career. I may be first when it comes to family life, which even then I am after the children, but his career is always top of the list. I totally understand as well as respect it. But, at this moment I wish he would put family first.

Seeing that I haven't perked up nor budged, he sighs again and walks over to me.

"Can you please smile for me? I want to see that beautiful smile babygirl" He enthuses, turning my chin towards him with his index finger.

"I promise I'll be back. I wouldn't leave you here... How about this, come with me. Then, you won't be alone" He suggest, smiling at his "genius" idea. 

I manage a giggle at his perkiness. Michael loves showing off his skills to the kid's and I. Even though I just wanted to talk, I definitely wouldn't mind being apart of Michael's magic. The magic that has led him to believe dreams are real and will come true. The magic that has also led us to the need of bodyguards and tinted windows.

"Okay... We can go" I smile.

His face brightens.

"Great! Um. I want to make sure you and little one will be safe, so I will have Bill drive you to the studio, because I have to...as of five minutes ago" He chuckles, glancing up from his watch.

I give him a small smile and nod. Disappointment.

"Come on babygir, don't frown up on me. Rafael is waiting for, so I have to go, but I'll meet you there. Just get dressed. I love you. Oh, and take your prenatal. Bye" He rushes, glancing at his cellphone which was vibrating violently. 

I again nod and watch him grab the rest of his belongings, leaving after pecking my lips one last time. I do regret our next conversation. I don't want to ruin his mood, but I can't just drop it. He wanted an answer about my option to want another child, so I want my answer to why he opted for a DNA test, and why he kept it this long.

Is that too much to ask for?

To Be Continued...

A/N: Chapter 61! Wow... I honestly can't believe it. Thank-you so much! It's all because of YOU. I was nervous about writing a book five at first. I didn't know if you would still be interested, but by the 13k reads and 490 votes and 442 comments, I am more than assured you guys still enjoy this book, and I want to thank-you so much! Well, I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Let me know your commutations on this chapter. Whose wrong?, Whose right? What do think is going to happen next? Let me know in the comment section! Love you!

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