*Michael's Point Of View*

I've been waiting weeks for his call. I've been waiting countless hours, for my heart to stop thumping. I've waited many days, just glancing constantly at my cellphone, but no call. I'm nervous as Hell. I was confident I had this in the bag. L.A. Reid told me himself that I make a great candidate. To make matters worst, Marilyn wants to have this talk, again. The whole situation about the DNA test has long left my mind, but I know it's only fair she receives the answers she needs, so that we may move on. 

Moving on, that's another thing that has been burdening me a bit. Sometimes I find myself foreshadowing on my past. The man thing's my family and I have went through. Jasmine was raped, my son was heart broken, my wife had a miscarriage, I cheated, my mistress gave birth to twins, my wife's ex-boyfriend tried to kill me, we've been through a lot. 

With every trial we have been through, somehow we made it through. When I look back at the passivity from those situations I can honestly feel relieved. Look at Jasmine, a freshman in high-school and already finding ways to cope with her unfortunate situations by hosting a Never Silent support group for victims of the same crime. Jasmine has also found trusting friends she can depend on for emotional support, and I think she has found a new guy interest, I'm still investigating that one.

On the other hand, Brandon still trails around like a lost puppy, even in his new environment. He loves his new university and is exceeding in his classes, but he complains a lot about still loving David. I have come to realize that I cannot stop my son for loving David, it's impossible, but I do give my best advice in moving on from him.

In addition to that, my many other strides in life came in many different gifts that I am very proud of, when Marilyn had a miscarriage, we were all broken, but two years later we would receive another chance with Jordyn, and now another baby on the way. Also, I was blessed with two identical additions, Kadence and Katelyn. Though it was from my deceit, I still feel blessed to have them.

All in all, my life is full of wonderful, meaningful blessings. I just hope my blessings continue, maybe in the form of a new client, hopefully.

"Michael, Please come and sit down" Marilyn sighs from behind me.

I stare at the screen a little longer before obeying.

I am still waiting on this call, I don't know what I will do if I don't get Alicia as my client. I will be devastated, more so heartbroken.

"Papa, I don't want you worrying yourself crazy about this. He will call you. I'm sure Mister Reid is just a very busy man" Marilyn convinces.

"I don't know... He can hire anybody in the world, what makes you think he would want to work with me? Maybe it's because I've been in the media way too many time to count? What if he did-"

She places her index finger over my lips.

"You're worrying way too much. Just have faith in yourself. Thing's will work out Michael" She soothes, caressing my jawline with her thumb.

"You have all the answers huh?" I joke, taking her hand and pecking it softly.

She giggles lightly and shrugs.

"I don't know about all of the answers, but I have a pretty select few" She teases.

I playfully roll my eyes and exhale deeply.

I love this woman more than she knows, sometimes I wish I could give her the world on a silver platter and bask in her grace. I know how much she tries to constantly be supportive of me and my career as well as my decisions. We may bump heads from time to time, but I believe it's out of respect of our love.

So, out of respect of our love, I'm finally ready to talk, I think.

"Babygirl, I know you've been asking to talk and I've been ignoring the whole situation, but I know it's only right for you to have your clearance" I began, rolling over on my side to face her.

She nods, glancing at me contently.

"Well, I don't know much of the details from that night..." I trail off.

She remains silent.

"But, I can say I regret doing it. I do. I guess after 5 years I was a bit skeptical of our relationship. I think we both were. We were constantly fighting, plus our jobs were getting in the way of finding a resolution, so I guess that night triggered that" I explain, interlacing our fingers.

"I promise you Marilyn Jackson, I never once doubted that I am the father of Dylan Jackson. I know it hurt even knowing I did that, but believe me it's in the past and I should have left it there" I conclude.

When I glance up at her again, she is staring at her growing baby bump with glossy eyes. I honestly regret that test, and definitely hate Kyle for putting me up for it. I swear if I could I would find him and stuff my size elevens up somewhere.

"Babygirl, please don't cry on this one I-"

"Mom! Dad! Can you please tell Jordyn to stop pulling my hair!" Dylan exclaims, bursting through our room door.

I quickly glance back at him.

"Jordyn did what now?"

"She pulled my hair because I won't let her watch My Little Pony in my room. She has her own tv!" He stresses, throwing his hands up for emphasis.

I glance back at Marilyn and give her a quick peck on the cheek, indicating that I would be right back before turning my attention back on the distressed Dylan.

"Come on, let's see about the little demon" I sigh, hopping out of the bed, and escorting Dylan out of the room.

"Dad was mom crying?" He asks as we travel down the hallway.

"No, she wasn't she was... I don't know, hormones" I lie.

"Hm. I don't ever want that to happen to my wife. Being pregnant sucks I mean you have a living breathing thing cooking inside of you! That's scary!" He explains, shaking his head at the thought.

"Well, scary living breathing thing, you wouldn't be here if your mom didn't let you cook for nine months" I chuckle.

"No, I wouldn't be here if you didn't add honey to her bee hive. Dad, that's disgusting" He shakes his head, shuttering a bit.

"Yeah, you keep that mentality, until you're married" I chuckle again, patting his shoulder as we approach his bedroom.

"See dad! She has my remote, and look at the mess she made!" Dylan exclaims, rushing to fix his ram shacked room.

Clothes, toys, books, pencils, all on the floor. The door has been written on with the scribble of a toddler. Dylan's poor comic books have suffered the raft of the demonic attitude of Jordyn. Who would think, all of this just because of a show about unicorns.

"Jordyn..." I call, walking up to her.

She glances back at me and throws the remote down to run into my legs.

"Daddy, bad Dylan. Bad-bad Dylan" She scolds, swatting at Dylan.

"You're the bad one, you devil. Just evil..." Dylan huffs, gathering his destroyed items.

"Hush Dylan, just clean this up, I'll handle this one" I instruct, cutting my eyes at Jordyn.

I don't know what have gotten into her lately. She's so destructive. But, the hardest part about this is disciplining her and making sure she understands she was wrong. Another downfall is having to deal with my little monster while I still haven't resolved the situation with Marilyn. Life is just not giving me a break.

*Marilyn's Point Of View*

Closure. Something that gives you hope that thing's will get better. Closure gives you the strength you need to move on and the confidence to know you're going to be okay. Closure comes in many forms, my closure came in an interrupted apology. 

I know from my many experiences in life that dwelling on the past isn't the way to live and it prohibits a better, happier future. I know Michael. I've been married to hime for twenty years. I know thing's are going to get rough. I know the water will sometimes be shallow, but I also know he means well.

Michael would never do something to purposely hurt me.So, when he apologized about the DNA test, I listened quietly only because I knew I couldn't argue his points. I know it's still going to be hard to know he did such a thing, but I have to move on. It's over and I'm over it.

Before Michael returns, I decided to hop up and give him a small token of thank you. 

I just want to simply thank him for dealing with our latest drama like a champion. Most importantly I want to thank him for being open to only telling the truth. He deserves it.

I exit the bathroom after freshening myself a bit, before Michael trudges in, seeming a bit worn out. Poor baby.

I give him a small smile as he walks over to the bed and glances at his phone desperately only to sigh in disappointment.

"Papa what's wrong?" I ask sweetly, walking over to him.

"Jordyn is acting up again. She's so violent. She actually scratched me. I can't believe it" He shakes his head, grazing over his arm.

"She scratched you? What did you do?"

"Nothing. I left in her room to cry, what else could I do. She's getting out of hand" He stresses.

I give him another smile before it quickly transformed into a smirk.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" He questions raising a suspicious eyebrow.

I shrug, tracing my hands up his thighs.

"Oh nothing, I just hate seeing you stressed out papa" I flirt a bit, biting down on my bottom lip.

"Oh... girl. You're some type of freaky" He chuckles.

I lean into his ear.

"It's only for you papa" I whisper.

I feel him shutter a bit, before he replies.

"Damn, I don't know about right now I..." He trails off, silencing when my hands sneak into his trousers.

"Don't deny me papa. I missed this" I purr, rubbing along his shaft.

His eyes close, and his head rolls back in response.

"Sss... babygirl what you do to me..." He moans.

"What do I do papa?" I flirt, stroking slower.

"Mmm. Babygirl please don't tease me..." He whimpers.

I giggle at his excitement between my fingers, I love driving him crazy with a little teasing.

"Then tell me papa" I whisper in his ear.

When he opens his mouth to respond, his ring tone drowns out his slippery moans.

I glance at the cellphone, still stroking at an simple pace, hoping Michael would ignore the call for now. Of course he doesn't, this is Michael we're talking about.

"B-babygirl. Pleassse let me answer th-the phone..." He whines, slowly rolling his hips into my hand. 

My smirk widens.

"Just answer the phone, I'm not stopping" I tease with a wink.

He sighs in frustration, before reaching of to grab the phone.

His eyes quickly widen.

"It's L.A. Reid" He happily exclaims.

I nod, and continue my teasing game, taking his attention away from the call before he answers.

"H-Hello? Heyyyy Mister oooh. Mister Reid" He awkwardly answers, begging me to stop.

I shrug and remove my hand and let them travel to his zipper. Giving him another wink, I release his intensified partner and continue my mission, opened mouth.

"Oh God! N-no Mmm-Mister Reid. I-I. This isss not a bad time" He lies,biting down on his bottom lip, desperatley trying to keep his sanity.

I take him all in, having him gasp loudly into his cellphone before asking Mister Reid to hold for a minute.

"You're so freaking bad. Damn, but I love it" He moans, gently guiding my head with his hand. 

"Sss. I think I'm...Ahh..." He moans, scrunching up his beautiful face.

I swear the man is just unconsciously beautiful. His love faces send me on this high. I can have a full pleasurable moment just by pleasuring him. It's just a feeling of euphoria he passes on. I just can't explain it.

Soon enough, his minute was up and so was his trip of euphoria as he released his tensions, leaving me a Monica Lewinsky victim.

"Damn... How can I finish this call like this?" He asks, helping me clean up his mess.

"Just know it was well worth it papa" I purr, standing onto my feet.

I leave for the bathroom while Michael, tries to finish the call with the little bit of sanity he has left. I'm honestly tired now, so if he was looking for more, he'd have to wait another day. But, I'm sure he's happy with that much he received.

After cleaning myself, and brushing my teeth, I exit the bathroom just as Michael was ending the call.

"So, what did he say?" I ask, walking towards our bed.

Michael exhales deeply...

To Be Continued...

A/N: Ha-ha! Leave them in question! Did Michael get the client? Or did the deal fall through? What do you think of Jordyn's behavior? What would you have done? Well, let me now in the commentary section! I love you!

-M.E

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