*Marilyn's Point Of View*

These mood swings are killing me. I can go from Medusa to Aries in point five seconds. I know it's killing Michael, because he always seems so stressed. Until mood swing number three, that is (which he's all for). I find it funny that he is trying to hang in there, but I definitely appreciate him.

After literally exploding about the incident between Michael and the whore, Michael called my mother (his way of solving the problem), and had her give me a long sermon of keeping myself and the baby healthy and happy, by minimizing stress.

Well you try living in my world where there's either whores, money hungry diplomats, or six children (well seven, having one on the way), of course mother had advice for that too:

"Have your damn tubes tied. There is no sense in bringing anymore Jackson's in this world with what's going on now" She scolded me.

She fussed onwards, stating that she's worried about my pregnancy. Being that I'm near forty, my reproduction system had slowed down and is probably not as strong as it was when I was younger or last had Jordyn.

That scared me when she said that. I have heard a lot of horror stories surrounding middle aged women pregnancies. I just hope that won't be my story.

I stressed to mother that I am fine and will be fine, I just have to eliminate stress. That means getting rid of anything and any one, who is causing this.

After the long talk, she told me she wants to come and visit for my birthday weekend. I am more than elated about that. I feel her presence (anything to remind me of home really), would be great for the kids and Michael and I.

Which leads me to thinking, what is going to happen for my birthday?

I'm one year closer to forty, and have pretty much done what I've always wanted to do. I married my best friend, I have four, almost five children, and I have the best sister any girl can ask for, Yuli. So, I wouldn't know what to do.

Loosing my train of thought I glance over to my right side, awing over a very well sleeping Michael.

After the kids returned home from the birthday party, Michael I had "a simple talk" with them, then prepared dinner, made a few select phone calls, and came to bed (so he thought).

My mood swing from earlier still being very active, and in full effect, I didn't let my poor husband sleep without a smile on his face. Therefore, I spread enough satisfaction for the both of us, he's messy hair and snoring proves that.

Though I'm a little calmer about the incident with Michael and Evelyn, I still want to talk to her. I may want to bash her head in and drag her across America, but my mother is right, if I confront her, I have to be a woman about it.

I'm sure she'll have enough class to at least own up and talk (apologize) to me for continuously harassing my husband. I just don't know when or how I should do that. I'll definitely have to think on it.

My thoughts come to an abrupt halt by the ear piercing siren of Michael's cellphone.

I am not a woman of snooping, but Michael rarely receives calls at this early in the morning.

I glance at our alarm quickly to check the time.

3:45 A.M.

That's very early for someone to be calling.

I wait a few more seconds to see if Michael will wake up to answer, but when he doesn't, I reach over him and grab the cellphone.

I tap Answer, preparing for who ever is on the other line.

*Michael's Point Of View*

One thing about having a pregnant wife, she is going to be pretty darn moody, hungry, and even more rough; especially intimately.

I wake up this morning to a sore back and even to scratches that I have know clue how they got there. I reiterate, the woman is an animal. But, I'm not complaining.

Feeling around for my lovely, pregnant monster, I'm disappointed to discover that I'm alone. That's very rare that after a night like last night, that one of us has energy to even move the next morning.

Sighing, I reach for my pajama pants on the floor beside me. I shift a bit in the bed, before slipping on the plaid pajama pants. I usually don't go commando, but I just don't have the energy to fully dress myself.

Standing up from the bed, I scan the room for Marilyn. I don't know why I would think that if she's not in the room, that I'll just scan the room for her again and she'll suddenly appears.

Aiding from my lazy efforts, I continue my search out if the room and into the only place I can think she would be.

As I walk down the hall, I only stop to check on the kids to make sure each child is, there sleeping.

To my relief, Jordyn, Dylan and Jasmine are peacefully sleeping.
I don't know why I've been so on edge about their safety. I presume it's because of the past events in our lives, I just want my family safe and happy.

After my last stop (Jasmine's room), I finally approach the library.

Marilyn absolutely loves our personal library. I thought it was a grey idea to have our own library, simply because I can't really just go out to the public library without a reporter printing that I'm looking up voodoo or something else out of the ordinary.

The library was originally an at-home office, and probably even a man cave when we first purchased the house. But, that all changed when Marilyn had a bright idea for the rooms potential. A few months, and emptied wallets later, a library emerged.

I smile to myself at the memory of the uprising of this library.

Reverting back to my mission, I quietly enter and scan the room for my lovely one.

I spot her, sitting at the centered desk. She's lost in some book.

I will guiltily admit, I've always wanted to have an episode in here. Her throwing the books I the desk, while I fulfill any fantasy she wants.

I catch myself chuckling, quickly biting down on my bottom lip once Marilyn glances up at full alert.

"Papa? Is that you?" She asks, switching on the floor lamp.

The once illumine us fire that was shining brightly on her Hershey skin, is quickly out shone by the even bright floor lamp, that subsequently gave her an even more beautiful glow.

"Yeah... It's me. I was worried" I admit, approaching the desk casually.

She giggles lightly and glances around.

"Well I was in here just looking through books and stuff like that" she casually shrugs, turning her attention on me.

"I see. What are you reading?"

She glances down at the book, in search of a title.

"Oh, I'm reading... Marriage, Baby, and Aging, It's Not So Bad. Interesting title huh?"

I nod, now wondering why is she reading another "how to" book. I swear she's always up to something, I think it's kind of cute that she is still always trying to educate herself.

"Very interesting. Now answer this... Why did my beautiful wife leave me to wake up by myself this morning?" I ask, raising a teasing eyebrow.

She raises a flirtatious eyebrow as well before answering.

"Well... If you must know, I have my reasons... But I'll tell you later" She teases.

"Babygirl... You know I hate when you tease me. Just tell me" I plead, walking up to her.

She giggles, looking up at me.

"My dear, sexy Michael, you have to wait. I want the kids to find out the same time you do"

"Find out what? Baby... Just tell me girl" I chuckle, leaning down into her face.

She shakes her head, but catches my lips and captures them with hers.

If her is to silence me, then she sure as hell did it in the best way possible.

I bite down on my bottom lip when she releases it. Twenty years of marriage and a simple kiss from her still sends me on edge, now that's what I call true love.

"You won..." I whisper, stealing another kiss.

She giggles once again, before sighing defeatedly.

"You're just too adorable mister jackson. I'll tell you..."

My smile widens.

"Really? Alright, spill it mami" I tease, sporting my terrible spanish accent.

Finding my reply utterly amusing, Marilyn struggles to find words between her laughter as she clenches her gut.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry. You have to stop trying to he sexy papa..." She wheezes through her laughter.

I chuckle along an shake my head.

"Babygirl you don't have to be so mean. Geez, tell me the damn secret... God"

She pauses from her laughter, staring at me silent for a few minutes .

"I'm sorry... I can't keep a straight face. But, because I love you. What I was going to tell you later is... Quincy called" She smiles widely.

I furrow my eyebrows.

"Quincy who?"

She giggles again, standing up from the leather chair.

"Es posible que desee sentarse para este papi" She squeals, guiding me into the chair.

I stare at her completely dumbfounded. I don't even remember Marilyn ever learning how to speak fluent spanish, besides high school of course.

I'm sure he is, if wasn't before, fully amused by the stupid look on my face. I reiterate, this woman never ceases to amaze me.

"Ha-ha, this library has to be used for something papi. I've been studying just a bit. But, anyways-"

"Wait, what else can you say?" I asked, a little turned on by the fact that he can speak spanish.

She playfully rolls her eyes, sitting down in my lap.

"Well, just a couple of things, I'm a little rusty with spanish. But, what I told you before was, You might want to sit for this papa..." She explains, wrapping my arms around her growing baby bump.

"Quincy Jones, the infamous producer of the century. He's interested in your work... He wants a new hot producer who can take charge and is willing to learn the ways of production" She continues, slowly rising from my lap.

She predicted right, because before I can fully process what I've been told, I jump up from the leather chair and scoop her up in my arms and spin her around in a full three-sixty.

"Babygirl! This... This is crazy Quincy mother fucking Jones wants me! Me, to be his partner!! Oh God... What all did he say?" I exclaim, carefully letting her feet find the wooden floor.

"Well Mister Jackson, how about you let him tell you yourself? He's coming Monday, for a meeting. I have already made your reservations and put in great word for you... So you can thank me now" She gloats.

I chuckle and gently pull her close to my chest as possible and run my lips across hers.

"You're amazing babygirl... You really are" I whisper against her lips before taking them in mine.

Breaking the kiss, I slide my hands down the small of her back, giving her butt a small squeeze.

"Damn... I had a wonderful
Night last night, and a beautiful morning, you sure you don't want to work on twins?" I growl, nibbling at her ear.

She giggles, pushing me back a little.

"Mama's tired papa. But, I can't wait to tell the kids. They are going to freak"

I nod, and then a light bulb lit.

"I forgot to tell you that... Well, I think Jasmine has a boyfriend. You know commissioner Maddox? That's her 'boyfriends' father... I'm a little uneasy about that"

Marilyn gives me another one of her infamous goofy smiles.

"Are you sure it's just not the fact that she might be dating?" She nudges.

"Yeah, but the city commissioners son? I don't like the sound of that... I want to meet them"

"Oh God... Well, we will see. I just want her to feel normal again, maybe this is her new normal?" She suggests.

I nod, still not fully convinced.

"Well, we will find out in a few hours. Now come on my spanish Hershey, teach me some spanish" I tease, purposely changing the subject.

Marilyn shakes her head and sashays away.

"Sìgueme Papi..." She instructs, gesturing with her finger.

"Follow me papa..." She translates as I trail behind.

I am definitely loving her new hobby. Things finally seem to be working out in my favor, well in all aspects of my family's life. I'm praying and hoping it will last...

To Be Continued...

A/N: What do you think of Marilyn's new hobby? Looks like we have a new character! What do you think about Marilyn's decision to soon confront Evelyn? What is your hypothesis of what's going to happen? Let me know in the comment section! Again, thank you for reading and especially commenting! It's amazing that in in Book 5 of this series... With 67 chapters! That's beautiful! It's all thanks to YOU. I love you! God bless!
-Marilyn. E