A Million Way's To Love You™∽For All Time∽♥Book 5

∽Chapter 33∽

*Marilyn's Point Of View*

"honey what's wrong?", Mother asks, entering the living room. Shifting on the love seat, I shake my head, sitting up. Giving me a disapproving glance, she gathers her navy, white striped draping sun dress and walks towards me. "I'm going to ask this again. What's wrong honey?", She lulls, taking a spot beside me. I sigh.

"I miss him mom. I really do. I hate being away from him. With everything that is going on. I want my Michael.", I crack, feeling yet another round of tears. I've been crying for days now. Some tears are for the thing's that are happening without Michael, but I cry mostly for Michael. I need him.

"Honey, You have to stop crying. He's getting help, not dying. He'll be home soon.", She soothes, stroking my hair. I nod, wiping my face with my palms. "Besides, we have other issue's to deal with...", Knowing she's exactly right, I reassemble my emotions, to prepare for today. I feel guilty for not being excited as I should be, but I am steadily struggling with coping.

Today is Jordyn's second birthday. Which is a wonderful beautiful miracle, but thing's are so overwhelming now it's hard to be happy. "Marilyn, I want you to go see him. Yuli, Patrick and I will take the kid's for today. Joseph said he'll catch a early flight for tomorrow. So go, go visit your husband.", She nudges me. I shake my head in disapproval.

"Mom, I can't. I wouldn't be able to walk away again. I would loose it.", I stress, remembering my last visit. I literally has to be escorted out by Bill and Rafael. Of course later on the next day the media made a huge skeptical about it, Therefore I just call him instead of visiting him. Mother sighs, Standing from the couch.

"Look, I need you to stop mopping. I'm giving you a to-do list. Fir-",-"Mom... I really don't feel like it today...", I whine, rolling my eyes aimlessly. She gives me a look that could only mean, it's her way or the highway.

"Marilyn Michelle Jackson, You are going to go upstairs and prepare for a visit to the rehab center. Okay? Then we are going to plan for Your child's birthday. And you're going to enjoy every bit of it!, Got it?", She instructs forcefully.  A little taken back by her tone, I quickly nod and stand from my spot on the couch.

"Thank-you... Now go on. Yuli and I will handle everything, you just buy the cake and whatever else. When you return I want a smile on that beautiful chocolate face of yours, okay?",-"Yes ma'am.", I reply, trying to hide my giggle from her last comment. My mother is something crazy. Nodding approvingly, she shoo's me out of the living room. Still gigging to myself, I make my way to the bedroom.

I know my mother is right about being happy and not moping around, but like I said, it's hard not having Michael around. Especially on those day's when I just can't seem to catch a break. Between my new make-up line, the kid's, and the media, thing's become overwhelming. What keeps me afloat is the thought of Michael returning home healthy and happy. That's all I want.

Once I enter the bedroom, I instantly gravitate towards the closet. I want to wear something that wll have Michael in awe, but still be appropriate and conservative. Rummaging through my plethora of skirts, jeans, dresses, and blouses, I finally settle on a simple  black dress with a sheer and leather design, mix. I personally am not a fan of black, but I love this dress.

It's daring, but subtle; just like me. After admiring the dress for a little while longer, I set off to search through my juggle of shoes. Between Michael and I, there is about enough clothing in our closet to clothe a small country. It's funny sometimes, because we both complain about not having anything to wear; go figure. A pair of, black and silver studded wedge catch my eyes.

Awing silently, I pull them out of their box and mentally congratulate myself on a job well done. Concluding my outfit with a couple of simple accessories, I take my party to the bathroom for a much needed hot shower. That's the thing's about hot showers, they make you feel replenished. Stepping under the showers head, I twist the knobs awaiting the alluring feeling of heat against my body.