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

∽Chapter 35∽

*Marilyn's Point Of View*

Looking out into the late evening, I check the time on the stove. It's 3:40. This still leaves hope that Michael will pop up somehow. I've been reluctantly trying to give up the chance of Michael making the party in time, but I know Michael; he'll find a way.

Exiting the kitchen with a tray of ice cream bowl's and square cake pieces, I announce my return to the awaiting toddler's in the dining room. "Look what Miss Jackson brought Taylor!", One of my coworkers gasps to her four year old. The dirty blonde, shaggy haired toddler claps his hand's together gleefully. "Cake! Cake!", He exclaims. The other thirteen tots join in on his commemoration.

I giggle, passing each one his and hers own cake and bowl of Napoleon ice cream. The last to get theirs was the princess of the hour; Jordyn. "Here you go my peaches...", I coo, placing her desert in front of her. She giggles, displaying her fully grown, two front teeth. Everyone awes as she takes no time to dig right in; with her finger's of course.

Jasmine quickly steps in to have a 'Kodak moment', before assisting in cleaning her sibling. Taking in all the happiness and joy around as everyone jokes and laughs, clearly enjoying themselves, my mind travels back to Michael. I know how much he would've enjoyed that moment.

Even Bill is completely relaxed as he harmlessly flirts with some of the single mother's. With this fresh thought of Michael on my mind, I know I should disappear for a few minutes before I erupt. Going with my conscience, I silently slip away. Turning the corner from the dining room and ending in the living room, I allow myself a chance to breathe and recollect my thoughts.

"I knew I would find you here...", A voice lulls from behind me. I turn around and of course my heart flutters. "Papa... How? W-when?", I stutter in bewilderment. Michael chuckles lightly, emerging from the shade of the slide door. "Marcus made some thing's happen. I couldn't be without my family today...", He explains, slowly approaching me.

He's cloaked in his infamous white v-neck and black dress pant; His main accessory being his beautiful smile. "I knew you would come...", I sigh against his chest, once I'm wrapped in his arm's. Feeling his vibrating lungs as he chuckles, I couldn't help but let a tear escape. "I was outside trying to pick out a flower, to be romantic you know? But...", He trails off, breaking our hug.

"Michael Joseph, did you touch my roses?", I ask, glaring at him. He let's out yet another school boy chuckle scratching the back of his neck nervously. "Not exactly...", He drags on. I sigh, throwing caution to the wind. "I don't care anymore. I wouldn't have a green thumb even if it was painted on.", I joke, shaking my head. Michael joins in on my false disappointment.

"You aren't lying either. But umm why exactly are you out here leaving my peaches with strangers?", Michael's tone changes into a more serious one as he spoke. Shamed of my selfishness, I admit my wrong. "I didn't want to break down in front of everyone, so I just walked away.", With an understanding nod, Michael steals my hand.

"I told you to be happy. Don't let my absence affect that.", He gently scolded. I sigh, knowing he's right. "But, I can't be without you Papa. It's really hard on me. You need to come home.", Michael frowns, releasing my hand to cup both side's of my face. "I know, I know. But I'm here now Mama. Don't worry. Now bring those roses here.", He smiles, referring to my lips.

I cheese before he gave me my dose of a much needed drug. With the momentary contact, I instantly went under his spell. "Mmm mama I have to stop. I promise we will continue.", He breaths against my lips. With my eyes still closed, I carefully push him towards the couch. "I can't wait. I need you now...", I purr aggressively, tugging at his belt.

Michael quickly places his hands on mine. "No... Mama. Not now. Please respect my wish.", I reluctantly release his belt. I know he wants to do thing's 'right' but I just need him on me now. Feeling my internal agitation flaring, I release it externally. "Michael I swear if you don't fuck me on this damn couch, I'll rape you.", I grit through clenched teeth.