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

∽Chapter 41∽

*Jasmine's Point Of View*

"Nana. When are we going home?", I ask for the third time this week, interuptting her from her word search puzzle. She sighs, removing her glasses. "Come here sweety.", She instructs, patting her lap. I obey, sliding into her lap. I love talking to Nana. She definitely takes my mind off my home sickness. I don't think I could keep sane if it wasn't for her.

Wrapping her hand's innocently around my Waist she gives me a gentle smile. "Your parents are going through a lot of stress right now. They want to keep you guys out of the chaos of the media. I know you miss them, but you are better off here than there for now.", She reasons, pecking my cheek.

"Plus, now you get to spend a lot of time with me, Dylan, and pops. Don't you like it here?",-"Yes, but I miss mom. Our mani-pedi day's and dad's fish taco day's. I even miss Jordyn.", I express, feeling the sting of threatening tears. All of the hurt I've been holding back is backfiring. "Awe honey...", she cooes, hugging me tighter.

I cling onto her neck, desperate for comfort. "How about we go out for a mani-pedi and leave the boy's here. Then we can visit Brandon.", I quickly glance up at her and wipe my eyes. "I don't want to visit Brandon...", Nana frowns. "Why honey, last week you were excited to see your brother.", She replies, confusion within her tone.

I slowly slip out of her lap. "I-I just don't want to. I'll go get ready...", I excuse myself, jogging out of the living room. I know Nana is trying to help, but I can never go back to Brandon's. Not with him there.

*Marilyn's Point Of View*

I've been unreasonable, careless maybe even. Careless of his feelings and the pressure. I snap. I badger. I nag. But I do it out of love. Well at least that's what I call it. Sometimes in a marriage, you find yourself wanting something from your partner. I don't know specifically what I want, but it's making me take it out on Michael. I know it's not fair.

I'm very aware of that, but if I tell him that something (I don't know what it is), is antagonizing me, he will think I'm going insane. I also am widely aware of not telling him about my episodes. He probably thinks it's a cry for attention, and it probably is. Whatever it is, I hope I can fix it before a problem erupts.

"Morning papa...", I beam, waltzing into the bathroom. He takes his attention away from brushing his teeth momentarily to glance at me. I just smile at the beautiful man. Michael definitely looks healthier, he even has grown a little muscular; I love it. "Now you want to talk to me...", He grumbles, spitting into the sink.

Ignoring the annoyance in his tone, I walk behind him and hug his bare torso. I know he's peeved about my behavior lately and I just want to make thing's better, hopefully he will accept my peace offering. "I know I've been frustrating papa. I'm sorry.", Whisper into his spine. I can feel him inhale deeply.

"You can't do that to me girl, one minute you're happy then the next, you're ready to cut someone's head off or my testicles.", He frowns, cleaning his foamy mouth. Knowing every word is the truth, I peck his spine and rub his torso softly. "I know... I've just been going through thing's I guess.", I admit, feeling my spirits sink lower and lower.

"Mama...", Michael sighs again, turning to face me. "Please tell me what's going on. I can't read your mind.", He stresses, his soft gaze and tone easing my tension. I glance down at our hand's, trying to distract myself from his intense stare. "Well... I... This is very foolish.", I sigh defeated. Michael shakes his head in disapproval. "No... tell me.", He instructs, lifting my chin with his index finger.

"If it was foolish you wouldn't be so bothered, would you?", Like a small child explaining a cut to it's mother, I speak softly.

"I just sometimes need you. I know stress is getting to you, us. But I don't want you to feel the need to disregard my opinions or ignore me completely. I feel I'm loosing you to chaos. If it isn't about the media, it's about Demi, Kelly, or your other clients. Michael your family needs attention too. I need your attention.", I stress in one breath.