A Million Way's To Love You™ (On The Line) ♥ Book 4✔️

♡Chapter 32♡

*Michael's Point Of View *

"What are you talking about? He's in holding.. ", Brandon shakes his head and pulls out his cellphone. "It's right there dad...", He hands me his cellphone. I scroll over the California Daily website until I spot Channing's mugshot. Marilyn leans over and sighs. "What are we going to do?", She asked with teams forming in her eyes. "Brandon... please don't show this to Jasmine or Dylan.. okay? ", He nods. "I'm scared dad...", I stand up and hug him. "Don't be champ...Nothing's going to happen.... ", I reassured him squeezing him tightly. "Dad please don't leave us...I'm sorry for trying to replace you....you've been my father for 17 year's....nothing will change that....", I hold back my tears. I have to do something. "Brandon honey....It's okay, come here...", Brandon breaks our hug and walks to Marilyn. She places her hand's on his shoulders. "Honey I need you to be strong... look at me...", He slowly lifts his head. "Do it for your little brother and sister... If you are strong... then they will be strong okay? ", He nods and she pulls him in for a hug. After a few more minutes,they broke the hug and Brandon returned to his room. Marilyn glances at me. "Are you okay? ", "Honestly I don't know... this is scary crazy...", "Maybe we should take Yuli up on that offer of getting a bodyguard... ", I sit down. "I don't know babygirl... ", She sighs and sits on my lap. "Michael.... we do need it...", She said softly placing my right hand on her stomach. My mouth drops. "You mean you're... ", She nods smiling. "Since that night....You didn't use protection... ", I chuckle . "Sorry about that...", She giggles. "No papa....Thank-you!! ", I smile wrapping my left hand around her stomach. "This time I'll do it right...",...

*Marilyn's Point Of View*

After finding out I was pregnant... again. Michael has been very protective and attentive. I'm loving it, though from time to time, He does bring up Channing. I know he's very afraid. I am too. I wish I could go back in time and stop Channing from attacking Michael. That's why Michael and I are currently interviewing our bodyguards. We want a personal one and then four for when we go out. "Michael that's the fifth one we've interviewed...stop being picky...", I whined frowning at him. Michael leans into my face and kisses me. "Babygirl trust me...", He breaks the kiss but I pull him back in for another kiss. "I trust you papa but I'm ready to leave...", I purred. He raises a brow and smirks. "Someone's hor-", "Uhh Mr. and Mrs. Jackson we have five more...", Michael and I glance over at Mr. Weber the head trainer of private servicemen or bodyguards.  "Uhh... Thanks Mr. Weber...", Michael said scratching the back of his neck blushing. I giggle. "You two....don't do anything I wouldn't do...at least wait until you get home...", He joked walking out. I laugh harder. "Babygirl you bring out the wrong side at the wrong time...", I bat my eyes. "Now...papa why pin that on little ole me?", He opens his mouth to say something but a middle aged man enters the room. He has caramel skin and a short hair cut as a mane. I clear my throat and turn Michael's face towards the man. Michael pinches the bridge of his nose. "Why does this keep happening? ", He whispered to me. I giggle and turn towards the man. "Hello sir...sorry about that...", The man nods. "That's alright ma'am... you own the time... ", I smile. "Alright sir what's you're name?", Michael asked reading himself to write. "My name is Bill Bray Mr. Jackson... ", Michael nods. "Alright I've heard enough.. you've got the job....", I give Michael a sideways glance. "I've heard about this guy....tough...smart...and trained...", "Thank-you Mr. and Mrs. Jackson.... it's an honor...", "No problem Bill... and call me Michael! I hope you clear your schedule for this week because we're giving you a trail run.. is that okay? ", He nods. "That's fine by me Michael... ", "Thank-you so much Bill I can't Thank you enough... ", I said standing up to shake his hand. "Don't worry Mrs. Jackson. I'll protect you your husband and the little one's... ",He said shaking my hand. Michael walks behind me placing his hand on the small of my back while shaking Bill's hand. After checking out a few more bodyguards, we decided on four more. Now we're home, and I couldn't be happier. Michael just walked out of my bathroom. "Well I'm pooped.. alright night babygirl...", Michael said walking out of my room. "Papa? ", He stops and turns around. "Yeah?", I smile. "You don't have to sleep on the couch.. ", Michael smirk. "You said that last night..I was tired...and We did everything but sleep...", He chuckled. I pout. "Okay...I'll keep my hand's to myself. ", "Promise? ", I sigh and nod. He slowly walks towards the bed and takes his shirt off. "Michael that isn't helping.. ", "You'll be okay... now come here..", He opens his arm's for me. I slowly scoot over to himself and cuddle into him. "Michael? ", "Hmm?", "Thing's are going to be okay... okay? ", He rubs his finger's over my left shoulder. "I know babygirl...I know... ", He kisses the top of my head and sighs. I close my eyes and listen to his heartbeats as each one lulls me to sleep...

To Be Continued...