Sorry for such a long wait! It's been a crazy month, y'all don't even know! But anyway here's an update, hope y'all like it.

~Rayne's POV

"Mommy." I hear Camille whine, her bushy curls brushing over my nose.

"How did you get out of your crib little girl?" I chuckle. "Where's daddy?" She whines again, clutching my arm tightly. I turn to my side and realized Michael was missing from his side of the bed. Of course she only wants me to find daddy. That had been my life recently.

"I dunno, 'buggy' let's go find him"

"Daddy!?" Camille yells, running as fast as her fresh walking legs could carry her. "'Buggy' baby don't run." I chuckle. Luckily our steps were childproofed.

"What are you doing up?" Michael chuckles, meeting her at the top of the steps. "Look at that hair!" He grins. "She gets it from you" I add in, "she woke me up looking for you."

"I was making sure Audrey and Malik were ok. I almost forgot we had houseguests." Michael laughs, "but they're all good."

"Great." I nod politely, almost sarcastically. I head downstairs to eat breakfast the chef prepared and place Camille in her high chair. Michael sits next to Camille, feeding her pieces of pancake. "Millie, we're gonna practice brushing our teeth again today okay?"

She grins nodding, smearing syrup all over her face. All I could think of was another mess I had to clean up. I giggle and playfully roll my eyes. The doorbell interrupts our family breakfast and I open to Audrey's son at the door.

"Good morning Malik" I smile.

"Good morning Ms. Rayne.. Where's Michael?" He asks sweetly.

"He's eating breakfast right now. Is everything ok?"

"Malik? I told you to wait until he was ready.. I'm sorry Rayne." Audrey smiles weakly, catching up behind her son.

"No it's ok, everything is ok right?" I ask.

"Yeah we're fine, Michael promised Malik he'd take him to his amusement park. But I told him he had to wait until he was ready. He's so excited he isn't listening." She smiles through clenched teeth, pinching his cheek as he winces painfully.

I frown a little, before nodding, "ok.. Well, I'm gonna tell Mike and when he's ready for you he'll be right over." I smile at Malik.

"Ok.." He says rubbing his cheek. I watched as Audrey dragged him off by the arm and back towards their guesthouse.

I walked back in the dining room very troubled. Michael could see it in my face. "What happened?" He asked lifting a sticky Camille out of her chair and carrying her to the bathroom. I follow them, running the bath water as he peels the sticky pajamas off of her. "How you managed to get syrup in your hair.." He utters

"I don't wanna jump to conclusions, but I think Audrey is abusing Malik.." I say sitting on the side of the tub to wash Camille's hair.

"What makes you think that? She loves that kid." Michael frowns.

"I don't know, I just caught a bad vibe from her at the door just now. Just promise you'll pay attention." I ask.

"Of course."

***

I decided to take Camille to the art studio with me today and paint her a portrait to hang in her room. She would be the hardest subject to paint, a moving child. I tried everything to keep her still, but Crayons and paper just didn't cut it.

I just focused on her personality, giving her a little of me and a little of Michael. She was our princess, our proudest creation. I never would've thought of having a child and loving her as much as I do.
She had Michael's big eye shape but my eye color, a rare lavender color. My grandmother said only she and I have it and now it's been passed to my daughter.

She was the perfect mix of the two of us. I place my paint brush on the canvas, calling her name frequently to see her face. At one point, she became silent, I peek over the canvas to see her quietly drawing with the crayons I gave her earlier. I simply giggle to myself at her focus and continued painting. "My little girl" I mumble.

Once I finished Camille's portrait, I couldn't get the thought of that poor little boy, I was praying he wasn't being abused. Sadness just washed over me and I began painting somberly. Sad eyes hitting my canvas and a pain in my side I hadn't felt in years struck me, but it was only a flashback of my own mother.

~Michael's POV

While Rayne took Camille out for the day, I prepared myself for Malik. I was hoping Rayne was overreacting about the abuse claim. I had the Neverland employees turn on the amusement park rides and music and went to go get Malik. I knock softly on the door before Audrey opens. "Hey Michael. He's ready.." She smiles.

She puts Malik's jacket on and kisses his forehead "I love you baby" she says zipping his jacket.

"I love you too mommy" he responds.

I smile at Audrey, "he'll be okay.. You're more than welcome to come."

"Oh no go ahead. He needs a boys day." She chuckles shutting the door.

Malik and I make our way to the amusement park. I didn't see anything wrong with him so I figured he was ok. I held onto his hand and when I went to lift it he squealed a little out of pain. Uh oh.

"Are you ok?" I ask stopping in my tracks.

"My arm really hurts." He groans, rubbing his shoulder. I squat to his eye level.

"Want me to take a look at it?" I ask. He nods and unzipped his jacket. I roll up his short sleeve to see a big bruise on his arm. "Oh boy.. How did this happen?" I ask.

"I hit the door in the house." He says almost robotic like. I pick him up and take him to my house, sitting him on the kitchen counter. I go to the freezer grabbing some ice and a baggie.

"I can't let you get on any rides with your arm all banged up like this. We're gonna put some ice on this ok?" I explain.

"Ice is gonna help? But it's cold.. How do you know ice will help?" He asks innocently.

I couldn't help but chuckle, "well, I'm a daddy.. And daddies know a lot of things." I said, placing ice in the bag.

Rayne walks in with two big paintings as Camille toddles her way towards me. "Hi. You left the door unlocked." She frowns as I grab the paintings out of her hands placing them on the floor.

"You were right.." I whisper. She frowns in confusion. "About M-A-L-I-K" I spell out so Camille didn't repeat his name.

"Oh no.." Rayne sighs. "Where is he?"

"Kitchen" I say as she walks toward him. I started to play with Camille to keep her occupied. Rayne was probably better at dealing with Malik than I would be.

~Rayne's POV

"Hey Malik.. What's going on." I smile. On the inside my heart was breaking for him.

"Michael told me to hold this ice on my arm so it won't hurt anymore.." He sighs.

I chuckle, grabbing the ice bag. "No sweetie.. You need heat."

"But Michael said daddies know a lot.."

"Yeah..but, mommies know more." I whisper playfully. "How'd you hurt yourself?" I ask.

"I'm not supposed to tell. So if I tell you, can you keep it a secret?"

"Pinky swear." I smile. It hurts me to see this sweet little boy go through what I went through. I'm not even sure if I was going about this the right way.

Malik takes a deep breath and says, "my mommy hits me. A lot. She hit me really hard.. But she said sorry and I forgave her."

"Oh. Ok.. She hit you today?" I ask in shock.

Malik nods, breaking my heart even more. I nod my head. "Well let's get this better okay?" I ask, practically speechless. I led Malik to the living room with Michael and Camille. There was a loud bang at the door followed by a frantic "hello" from Audrey. I had no sympathy for her, I looked at her as if she were my mother and lost all respect for who she was.

I opened the door calmly "Malik is here, Mike found a bruise on his arm."

She bursts inside, "a bruise? What kind? Where is he?"

"I'm right here mommy." Malik says as she hugs him closely. I roll my eyes at this performance she put on. Michael just frowned and took the kids to get ice cream out of the kitchen while I talked to Audrey.

"Audrey, Malik told me how he got that bruise.." I sat down. She scoffs, "okay so what..I hit him. I'm his mother not you."

"You're right. But leaving a mark like that...Audrey that's extreme for a 6 year old boy."

"Look, you raise your child the way you want. I'll raise mine... Let's go Malik." She calls out walking towards the door.

"Audrey..." I start.

"You guys think because you're rich you can pass judgment on others and it leaves no affect on you.. That's not how the world works, not the real world. We're leaving tonight.."

I watch as she slams the door behind her, dragging Malik by his arm. I felt terrible. Did we make things worse? All I could do was pray for him and hope things worked out because they were gone. There was nothing we could do about it. I bury my face in my hands before Michael and Camille join me back in the living room. I place Camille in my lap and look at her big eyes, probably wondering why I was crying. "Mommy loves you 'buggy' and I'd never do anything to ever hurt you. Ever." I hug her closely.

It didn't seem to trouble Michael up until it was time to fall asleep. "How can she just hurt her child like that, So carelessly?" He whispers as I cradled Camille to sleep. We both decided we wanted her to be with us tonight. She was climbing out of her crib recently anyway.

"I don't know. I just hate that she thought we were judging her. She has no idea where I was coming from. That poor child.. He doesn't even know that what his mother is doing is wrong.. He thinks if she apologizes everything will be ok.." I sigh.

"There's no way we can help him?" He asks.

"I don't know baby." I say as he leans back while Camille curls under him. "Best thing we can do is pray for him and take care of our own..." I stroke Camille's sleeping head once more before laying down myself.