I Drank The Poison and I Passed The Fuck Out.

Diamond Bullet and A Gun Made Of Gold.

"Alright, I'm sick of ya, get outta my hair." Michael teased.

We all put down our instruments and stretched.

"Is it just me or was today especially long?" I asked.

"It's just you." Tony, jaime and Mike chorused.

I rolled my eyes and put on my jacket, "Mike, you and I have somewhere to be." I said.

Mike looked puzzled.

I sighed, "I'm going to see my daughter. See you boys tomorrow." I said picking up my keys.

"Oh!" Mike said finally catching on.

He hurriedly grabbed his coat and followed me.

"Why couldn't you just come out and say what you meant?" He asked.

"Because you're a smart guy, and I figured you'd catch on. I was wrong." I said

He glared at me.

"I'm moving Michelle and Madison to San Diego with me." I said.

"You sure you wanna do that? I mean what if you guys have another fight like the one you had before?" He asked.

I shook my head, "It's not going to be like that anymore. We've both grown up a lot and we have someone else to worry about other than ourselves." I said.

He sighed, "I guess it's about time we both grew up huh?"

I shrugged, "Everyone has to sometime."

He pondered that.

"I think I'm going to fix things between me and Sarah." He finally said.

"I thought things weren't bad between you and her." I said.

"They're not great, but I want to make them better." He said.

"There's always room for improvement querido." I said.

He rolled his eyes, "Mom really did engrave that into your brain didn't she?" He asked.

"One of the many things I'm thankful that Mom never let us forget." I said.

When we pulled up to the house, Michelle was sitting on the porch drinking lemonade and sunbathing while Sarah mowed the lawn.

"Hey boys." Michelle said sitting up, carefully clutching her bikini top to her chest.

I gulped. I had to admit, she looked good for just having a baby two months ago.

She re-tied the strings and stood up, "Lemonade?" She asked.

"Sure." I said.

She got up and walked inside, and I followed, my eyes glued to her, she had a tight body for a mom, and I soon found myself almost drooling over her.

"How was work?" She asked, sounding like a faithful wife.

I didn't manage an answer right away, because she opened the refrigerator and bent over to get the lemonade.

I kept my focus and stuttered out a response, "It was good." I said.

She poured lemonade in four glasses, and smiled, "That's good, Album sounding good so far?" She asked.

If you think trying to hold a casual conversation with an attractive woman in a bikini is an easy task, you're insane, because I couldn't do it.

What makes it more humiliating, is that she's the mother of my child.

She laughed and handed me my lemonade, kissing my cheek, "We'll talk later, come on." She said leading me by my hand.

When we got back outside, Sarah was sitting in a lawn chair with her sunglasses on, laughing at something Mike said.