*Marilyn's Point Of View*

"And if Brandon calls make sure that you answer, he really misses you guys. Now nana will be here tomorrow, so keep this roof in one place until then. I made breakfast, lunch, and dinner for to day it's in the fridge. Be careful, I-"

"Mom... We know geez. I'm a growing man and well I can handle the girls" Dylan interrupts, gesturing his sentence.

I giggle at my little boy.

Michael and I are leaving for Europe today and I'm nervous. Our last out of California trip was New York, and even then there wasn't much of a separation between Michael and I and the kids.

It's going to be hard for me to leave my babies, especially my baby Jordyn.

"I know honey, I just want I make sure you guys will be fine when your dad and I are gone" I smile, pecking his forehead.

He playfully rolls his eyes.

"Mom... We'll be fine" He sighs as I give him a gentle squeeze.

"Babygirl... Let the boy go, I think I might have to drag you out of here" Michael chuckles, slipping beside me.

"Please dad... She's smothering me" Dylan whines, wiggling from my hold.

Giggling, I watch Dylan scurry over to Jasmine, who has just entered to investigate as well as Jordyn.

"I thought your plane leaves at six? It's five-fifteen" Jasmine informs us, keeping a gentle hold of her squirming little sister.

I galnce over at Michael, knowing how agitated he probably is about running late. I am well aware of the strings he had to pull for this trip, but I honestly wouldn't have mind if he would have booked us a nearby hotel for the weekend as my birthday gift, just as long as I'm not away from the children. Jus the thought of leaving my babies, only induces my selfishness to cancle this trip.

"Marilyn... Come on. I hate being late and refuse to give up our good seats, lets go. Please" Michael sighs heavily.

I gance between him and the kids. Jasmine gives me the thumbs up to go while Dylan nods in agreement. Michael is right, it wouldn't be nice if I just cancelled this trip purposely. With a defeated sigh, I smile and give each little Jackson a peck on the cheek and a warning to behave. Giggles fill the room, but I walk away assured that the little monsters understood, besides I trust the little devils.

Upon closing the front door, Michael and I are greeted by Bill who smiles widely as he carries our luggage.

"Letme guess, you two have poor Rafael and Daniel on demon watch?" He chuckles, refurring to the monsters inside.

I giggle, shaking my head at his silliness.

"Yes. I'm glad I can get away for a week. I was literally about to loose it if I overheard one more conversation about how cute Derrek is or how lame Captain America is. I love those kids, but they are driving me crazy" Michael stresses, walking towards our SUV.

I nod.

Michael is absolutely correct. Between the twins, Jasmine, Dylan, Jordyn, Brandon, and baby number seven being on the way, There has been a lot of stress being passed around. Everyone feels it, especially Michael. And now he will soon have moe stress. He hasn't told me yet, but I've heard through a little birdie (Bill) that he is planning on gaining full custody of Kadence and Katelyn.

I'm not sure how I feel about that. Adding Kadence and Katelyn to our home will equate to five, almost six little Jackon's to care for. That also means there will be eight Jackson's in our Hayvenhurst estate, this requires a new change. That change can only be a new house. With stock markets steadily rising as well as morgage and housing, it will be a bit of a chalenge to find a big enough house in time for a set court date.

There's just a lot on our plate, in such little time.

"Earth to Marilyn... Babygirl, I swear your attention span is shortening" Michael chuckles, waving his hands in my face.

I shake my head, glancing at him in puzzlement. I guess I have been blanking out lately. I just have a lot of thoughts frantically running through my brain. I'm surprised Michael hasn't questioned this, maybe he just doesn't want to.

Who knows.

"I'm sorry.. I was-"

"Thinking. I know, it stops now. I'm taking you to Europe. There will be no worrying, only carefree massages and sight seeing, okay?" He expresses, stealing my hand.

"I'm trying..." I sigh glancing out of the window.

I'm sure it's going to take a lot more of "trying" for me to enjoy myself. I just hope this flight doesn't give me more than jetlag.

Give me strength.

*Michael's Point Of View*

When most husbands plan out an extravagant getaway, they are flustered with appreciative kisses. But, not in my case. Instead, I have to deal with a hormonal preganant birthday woman. Each hour of our flight was spent either annoying the flight attendant with irrational demands for pickles and peanut butter, or the hours were spent rubbing Marilyn's foot until she fell asleep.

I love my wife, I really do, but I've been feeling a bit underapprecaited lately. I just feel a lot of my well doings go unnoticed. I could be wrong, but it's an honest feeling. But of course, I stick it out for the sake of peace. Maybe it will be well worth it in the end.

Valencia, Europe. Appealing to the eyes and fortunately my wallet. From it's green hues found in the Old Turia River Bed Gardens to the contrasting sand and sparkling cerulean waves of the local beaches. Valencia is truly beautiful, and I can't wait to explore it.

One step out of the comfort of our rented SUV, and Marilyn and I voleetarily enter another realm. pops of color surround us. the mixture of Madrid's history and Barcelona's contemporary atmosphere paint this new, inviting canvas.

"Papa I really have to pee. I literally drunk the entire package of waterbottles" Marilyn complains, stepping beside me.

I relunctantly tear away from my gawk. Honestly, I'm growing a bit impatient with Mailyn's constant whining and complaining. I know it comes with the pregnant territory, but it's doing nothing but ruining my elation of this trip. I want this trip to be a reliever as well as be able to rekindle a bit of magic. There's been so much stress in our atmosphere that we haven't been able to stop and take a breath.

That's all I want from this trip. Is that too much to ask for?

*Jasmine's Point Of View*

"Dylan I swear on my life if you don't put that down I will literally decapitate you!" I threaten, desperatly trying to catch the prick.

Mom and dad have been gone for two days now, and Brandon hasn't made it from Miami yet. And because of Brandon's delay, Dylan, Jordyn and I have been stuck with Rafael and Daniel as sorry excuses for nannies. I don't even understand why dad wanted to plan a trip in Europe. I mean, mom is already pregnant. is he really trying to try for another set of twins?

Sprinting past me once again, Dylan turns another page and reads it alound.

"Sometimes I fantasize about what happened... Though I screamed for help, my body somehow comformed to his forced entry. I somehow enjoyed this moment..." He pauses. "What kind of froo-froo mess is this Jasmine? Ha-ha, typical girl!"

"Dyan I will rip you to streds! Give me back my damn journal!" I screech, sprinting after him.

He runs into the family room, giggling at my rage. He's so freaking annoying. I don't even have a clue on how he manage to get his sticky fingers on my journal, however, he won't have them after i'm done with him.

I move left, he moves right. It seems like forever until I have him pinned against the tiles of our family room, pleading for mercy as i press my knee into his spine.

"Don't touch my stuff you little asshole! Do you understand?!" I demand, pressing firmly until he squeals a barely audible, yes.

"Good" I huff, releasing him.

Slowly standing up, he winces as he rubs his neck and back. I stifle a laugh at his pathetic state. I told him and I warned him. I'm sure he has earned his lesson now.

"What have we learned from this?" I cockily asking, eying him carefully.

He inhales heavily and exhales slowly, chuckling deviantly.

"That you enjoyed being raped by David. You are a sick person. If you ever touch me like that again, I will tell mom and dad about your little fantasies and about your beige" He threatens.

I stare at him coldly. He doesn't understand. He didn't go through what Iwent through. He's a boy, I'm a girl. He wouldn't understand the contridictions of maturing. Yes, I have been experiencing memory relaspe, the most prominent memory being of the night David raped me. I haven't told anyone, instead I write it. and now my secret is out. But, I know it won't be for long.

"You wouldn't... Just know you wouldn't, okay?"

He glances at me sideways.

"You're crazy... Either way mom and dad will find out, and you willl have to deal with them"

Rolling my eyes, I allow the prick to leave with his last words. I'm not worried, not at all. These are my feelings and my choices. They will not be up for discussion. Besides, mom and dad never have time anway. They wouldn't notice anyways.

Tightly gripping my journal, Iretire to my bedroom for a much needed nap. Maybe, one other person may know. But can he handle it?

To Be Continued...

A/N: Geezers, these updates'are running low! My apologies guys! I've been through a lot this month as well as last month. I'll be on my game soon guys! Now, What did you think of the chapter? Yay or nae? Was it worth the wait? Let me know guys! Comment. Vote. Share!