Michael nervously made an appointment in the Therapy office. Kyela was going to wait until everything was done. "Michael here's your breakfast I guess I'll see you later." Michael gives her a hug and wouldn't let go. "Mikey I can't breathe." In her stiff position. "Ok sorry. I love you." Giving her a kiss. "I love you to." He sits in the waiting room waiting for his name to be called. "Michael Jackson." The doctor calls, he gets up and follows him to his office. "My name is Mr. Carlisle so if you have any problems or concerns let me know." Michael in a snap thought of Michael jr. "My son died and my wife wants me to get over it because it caused me to drink a lot and stay in the nursery almost all day. I don't even trust myself around my twin daughters, I feel like my whole world has fell apart. I can't forgive myself it's so freaking hard to do." The doctor writes down notes and hands him a prescription paper. "This will help with your depression you can pick it up at CVs pharmacy." He took the note and left the doctors office. "Babe I'm ready to be picked up and we have to go to CVs to pick up my prescription." He hung up and waited outside of the office building. "Mikey how was your appointment?" Driving across the street. "It was cool." They stop by CVs while they get his prescription.

"So did this help you?" Turning to him. "Oh yeah, it was ok I guess I'll go again just to make you happy." Kyela smiles holding the kids. "I'm holding Michkyela." Michael offers he looks down at her and she tries to play with his hair falling down his face.  He rocked her back and forth in his arms being the best father he could he blocks the thought of Michael jr's death every time he was near his daughters. Kathrine helped Kyela cook for lunch. "You guys are very good parents ." Staring at Michael playing with them. "Can you please pass me the flour?"  They were about to make pizza for dinner it takes a long time to make pizza. She sprinkles the flour on the dough and mended the dough with a roller. Michael sneakily took them upstairs to put them their own cribs. Michael took out a knife and raised it up over the crib. "You guys can't live without a brother  he will be dying to see you." Kyela has bottles of warm milk in her hands and Michael turns around holding the knife behind his back.

"Hey Michael you should finish the pizza while I feed Michkyela and Michelle."  Michael hesitates to move from the crib. "Why don't you finish you need a break from the kids I'll do it for you." He stutters. "Are you ok Michael?" His sweat poured from his face. "I'm fine stop worrying about me it's just hot I'll open up the window. Now go back down stairs princess." Her eyes furrowed and goes back to the kitchen. Michael drops the knife and put the bottles in their mouths sitting in the rocking chair. Michael can't be this mental, he put the knife in the cabinet saving for later keeping it out of his sight trying not to get them killed. "Michael dinner!" It was getting late the babies were asleep and everyone was at the table already. "The pizza looks good." He took two slices and bit into the first one.

Michael swallowed his pill before climbing in bed. "Baby I'm crazy." Kyela wondered what he meant by that. She tiptoed downstairs to Kathrine's room tapping her lightly to wake her up. "Mrs.Jackson." She whispers. She sits in bed turning on the lamp. "Yes dear call me mom." Giving her a hug. "Yes mam." Kyela felt bad for waking her up in the middle of the night but this was an emergency. "It's about Michael. Kathrine sighs. "What did he do this time?" Rolling her eyes. "He said he was crazy I don't know what he meant by that, he was perfectly fine all day. Is it something I did to him?" Kathrine shook her head side to side. "No sweet heart maybe he's feeling depressed again." Kyela turns off the lamp but didn't go to bed. "Goodnight mom sorry to bother you."