Family Ties

They're Playing With The Right One.

Roberta's POV
This weekend couldn't come fast enough although it's Friday. I'm glad that it's almost over. I haven't been able to think straight for the past couple of days. After what Michael told me about Lisa coming over to discuss "business " I'm still not going for whatever it is she planning on doing. I peep game before you play it. On a good note the Oprah interview is around five . I'm in the dance studio working out and dancing. Trying to ease my nerves. It's about 9 in the morning which means Michael is up. I hear my sweetie pie . So that's my cue.
As I get to the main hallway to the living room I hear voices. I recognize all those voices. Michael's, Madelyn's, and Lisa's... Wait a damn minute... Lisa's... OK they playing with me...

Michael's POV
I'm just now getting up and I hear Lyn's voice which means she is awake.

Me: good morning my baby

Even though she can't talk she still makes voices and laughs. She is already in the teething stage. She is growing on me. I get her and her little basket with the things we might need while we are down stairs. It's actually called a baby caddy. It has all her little things that I know we aren't going to want to walk up stairs to get. We are now downstairs then I hear music which means Roberta is up and working out. I caught her the other morning because I was going there to dance. When I got there she was in a sports bra and black pants. I could tell she was in the moment because her hair was messy and wet, she was sweating. An true artist at work. I was on my way to the studio when I hear the doorbell.... Who exactly is that at 9 in the morning?
Me : who is it?
Lisa : Michael it's me.
Me: today isn't Saturday
Lisa: who said I was coming Saturday?
Me : that's the agreement so why are you here?
Lisa: I have something to do Saturday.
Me: I have something to do today so what is it?
Lisa: Michael don't be childish open the door. I won't be long.
Me : I'm holding you to that. You have 7 minutes.
Lisa: sure OK.

Lisa's POV
When he finally open the door I was greeted with an unwelcoming face on Michael's face and a beautiful little girl who looks exactly like him and her mom. Truth be told I instantly got jealous because we was suppose to have a baby together.

Me : good morning
Mike: morning
Me: she's beautiful what's her name.
Mike: So you don't watch the news or read the papers?
Me : I was just asking. You know you can't always trust the media. You of all people should know that. So what is her name?
Mike: Madelyn
Me: that's a pretty name. *talks to her* hey pretty girl.

Honestly she is adorable. I don't see Roberta anywhere .hmmm I wonder why.
Me: where's Roberta if you don't mind me asking
Mike: in the studio
Me: she sings?
Mike : no she dances
Me: I haven't seen her dance.
Mike: so you really don't watch TV or listen to the radio.
Me: if it's important than yeah.
Mike: what's that supposed to mean?
Me: if it's important than I'll watch or listen or read.
Mike: she is important but I'm pretty sure she wouldn't want you to pay too much attention to her. Especially when she has millions and millions of people who truly love her and adore her work. But she is a choreographer .
Me: so what else can't she do?
Mike: she does alot and she also takes good care of the ones she loves.
Me : oh does she now?
Mike: yes, yes she does. So about this business you wanted to talk about so badly face to face.
Me:oh yes... Look I need to discuss the prenuptial agreement. They didn't give me any information about that and I have bills, mortgage to pay and two boys to feed.
Mike: so you came over to ask for money... If I remember correctly you didn't sign a prenuptial agreement. So what makes you think that you get any thing?
Me: actually smarty pants I did sign that it's just we weren't married for that long.
Mike: so you broke your agreement ? And you automatically think you're entitled to anything? This was your day that we didn't past long. You came up with the idea of us separating because if I can recall correctly you are the one who said this was too much. You couldn't handle my level of stardom.