Ring! Ring! Ring! The phone rang in the living room. I set my oatmeal to the side and ran downstairs to the phone to see who was calling this early.

"Hello?"

"Hey it's Michael."

"Oh hey Applehead!" There was a brief moment of silence on the other line.

"I was wondering... if you'd like to grab some brunch with me?" I got butterflies and I started smiling extremely hard. Did Michael just ask me out? I've got to be dreaming.

"Y-Yeah I would love to!" I stammered. I checked the clock and it read 8:00. Then, I heard what must have been a sigh of relief from Michael.

"Great, what time do you want me to pick you up?" he asked. I twirled the phone chord around my finger, thinking about how long it would take for me to pull my shit together and look presentable. 

"How about 9:00? Is that good for you?" I said trying to untangle my hand from the phone chord.

"Sounds perfect." I could feel him smiling his million dollar smile through the phone. "I'll see you then."

"I can't wait!" I hung up and immediately started freaking out. I looked under my arms. I needed to shave. My hair looked like a tumble weed and it's dry. So I ran upstairs and started getting dressed.

By the time 9:00 came around. I was finishing up, putting on perfume, and spritzing my makeup setting spray. I heard the doorbell ring and I ran downstairs. I slowed down when I got to the door so I wouldn't look desperate. But let's be honest here.

"Wow... you look..." Michael shook his head in disbelief as I opened the door. "You look absolutely beautiful." he continued, his dazzling white smile lighting up his face. I smiled and looked down.

"Why thank you, you look quite handsome yourself." I put on my old southern accent.  He help out his arm and I took it. He led me to the car and he opened the door for me in the limo.  The paparazzi was following us as per usual. We had security walking with us as we went to a cafe. They had outdoor seating and the cutest little umbrellas propped up on the tables.

"How about here?" he screamed over the sound of cameras snapping.

"Looks great!" I said as he pulled my chair out and let me sit down.

"JASMYN!!!" I snapped out of my thoughts.

"Girl what were you thinking about." Hannah said chomping on cheez-its. I stayed quiet. "It's Michael again isn't it?"

"Yes, and I don't know why." I got up and threw my hands in the air.

"Because you love him that's why."

"I can't love him after he cheated on me." I said knowing my ass was lying.

"But you can't be that mad if you think about him all the time." I crossed my arms and pouted. I hated when she made sense.

"And I've made my point." She got up and went in the kitchen.

"Why do you want me to talk to him so much didn't you tell me to have fun and say fuck it." I followed her into the kitchen.

"You aren't having fun and your aren't relaxing. So if you resolve it you'll feel better."  I grabbed a handful of Cheez-Its and hopped up on the counter sitting indian style.

"Yeah, but even if I saw him I don't even know how i'll react." I shrugged stuffing my mouth.

"Well, figure it out this evening because he's coming and I invited him." she said extremely fast and sped walked out the kitchen.

"WHAT!!!!???!!" I screamed and jumped off the counter. "WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU DO THAT." I ran into the living room and she ran behind the couch.

"BECAUSE YOUR MISERABLE WITHOUT HIM AND YOU KNOW IT. ADMIT IT THAT MAN IS THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE!!"  she screamed on the other side of the couch.

"WHAT TIME IS HE COMING." and as  if on que the doorbell rung. Hannah ran to get the door and I ran to my room.

"Where is she?" I heard Michael's voice.

"IN THE ROOM ACTING LIKE A CHILD." Hannah yelled trying to get me to hear her and then I heard her leave the house. That's when I grabbed my coat, busted out the room and pushed past him.

"Baby wait" he followed behind me and I went outside, trying to shake him. "Look please just please." I scoffed, turned around, and busted into the house and tried to slam the door on him.

"Come on, baby, come on! Talk to me! Please!!" Michael begged forcing the door open.

I took off my coat and threw it on the floor and walked back into the living room "I can't talk to you. I can't even look at you right now!"

"Jasmyn" he reached out to me but I moved away viciously.

"Just get away from me!" I walked to the other side of the room.

"No, it was a mistake! I made a mistake! Okay?"

"A mistake?! What were you trying to put it in? Her purse?!" I yelled shaking the picture that Diana sent me.

He looked at me with begging eyes and I could clearly see the pain and guilt he was feeling.

"Jasm-"

"Michael ,you didn't just have sex with another woman! There is another child in this world! And it damn well could be yours!" I said on the brink of tears and he could see it and he dropped his head and sighed. "Y'know what" I said opening the door, "I want you to leave! Get outta here!"

"No!!" He protested.

"JUST GET OUT!! NOW!!" I screamed holding open the door.

"No!! No!! I wanna stay. I wanna talk about this."

"Okay!" I slammed the door. "All right! How was she?" I stood with my hands on my hips.

"What?" he blushed a little. I raised my eyebrow and he dropped his head.

"Was she good?" He stayed quiet on the other side. "Come on Michael! You said you wanted to talk about it, let's talk about it!! How was she?"

"She was..." he started.

"SHE WAS WHAT MICHAEL!!"

"SHE WAS DIFFERENT OK!!"

I stood there for a bit to process what I had just heard. I sucked my teeth with my tongue. "Good different?"

"Nobody likes change." he said in a high voice and throwing his hand up in defeat.

I walked around the coffee table slowly. One slow stalking step at a time. Then I picked up a newspaper and started beating him with it.

"What? Okay, okay, okay, okay." he yelled and snatched the newspaper roll from me.

"I'm sorry, okay, I'm sorry. I wa-I was disgusted with myself, and when she told me I was so, I was so upset and that day I heard you crying over the phone, I wanted to come here immediately and hold you and beg for your forgiveness. Then I got your voicemail, and- and all I wanted was to get her out of my house as fast as possible and co-"

"Whoa!! Whoa, whoa, wait a minute. Has she been living there?" He stayed silent. "Oh my God. She's been there? She was living there? She was living there, when I while I was here LOSING MY DAMN MIND OVER YOU?!"

Michael handed me back the newspaper, and I started beating him with it again.

"Listen. Ok hey, hey, the important thing is that she means, she means nothing to me!" He said with his hands up in defense.

"And yet she was worth jeopardizing our relationship!!" I grabbed a picture frame with a picture of me and him in it and threw it at him. He ducked and hits the bedroom door behind him.

"Look, I didn't think there was a relationship to jeopardize. I thought we were broken up and if I brought a child into this world it was going to grow up in my house." He walked closer to me.

"We were on a break." I scoffed at him

"That, for all I knew would, could last forever. That's why I came up here"

"To convince me of God knows what" I mumbled under my breathe.

"Baby please. I was alone. I was working, you were working. It really wasn't much of a relationship."

"So, you think you're gonna get out of this on a technicality?" I squinted angrily.

"Jasmyn, I'm not trying to get out of anything, okay. I thought our relationship was dead!"

"Well, you sure had a hell of a time at the wake!" I walked into the kitchen.

There was silence in the room for a while.

"God! And to have to hear about the child even being born from Janet!! YOU SHOULD'VE TOLD ME YOURSELF!!"

"Come on! you didn't even answer my calls. Like I wanted her to tell you, I ran all over the place trying to make sure that didn't happen!"

"Oh, that is so sweet. I think I'm falling in love with you all over again." I said in the most sarcastic voice I could muster.

"Look Baby, I wanted to tell you, I thought I should, I-I did, and then my brothers convinced me not to."

"Oh well assholes of the same kind roam together." I threw my hands in the air.

"Don't you realize none of this would've ever happened if I didn't think at that same moment you didn't care about me?"

"All right." I flopped into a chair "Let's say we swapped places and I slept with someone else and got pregnant. Would you have been able to forgive me?"

He paused "Yes I would."

"So, you'd be okay if you knew that someone else had kissed me, and been naked with me, and made love to me?"

He paused even longer "Yes."

"You knew that our hot, sweaty, writhing bodies were-"

"Okay, okay," he cut me off.  "yeah, I would have been devastated but, I would still want to be with you. Because it's, I mean it's you."