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

∽Chapter 45∽

*Marilyn's Point Of View*

"Come on, Tell me what you have planned... ", Yuli whines, poking my shoulder. I giggle at my eager friend. Her silky, black widow hair bouncing with every inch of her excitement. "Yuli, If I tell you, the whole world will know.", I tease, sipping at my tea. She throws her head back in anticipation.

"Well where is he now?",-"He is took the kids to meet Demi at his studio. You know how much Jasmine loves her Demo Lavato. ", I giggle, still highly amused at Yuli's excitement. Yuli gasps knowingly. "Oh yeah. So you're distracting him while you prepare for today?", I shake my head teasingly. "Nooo...", Pinching my shoulder, she shakes her head in disapproval.

"Marilyn Michelle Jackson! You know I've been your best friend, Hell your sister for sixteen years! Please tell me.", She begs, grabbing my hand's desperately. With one last final giggle, I give in. "Well, Let's just say vroom vroom and jiggling keys. As well as edible and bubbles.", She tilts her head to the side, trying to figure out my clues. After a few long minutes she gasps again.

"You got him a new car?!", I once again find my giggles within her excitement. "Yes. I'm not telling what it is, but he'll like it.",-"Now edible? I'm lost there.", I silently hum a little tune before replying. "Yes, edible. Mama has to spice it up.", Yuli Furrows her eyebrows before quickly yelping in laughter.

"Oh God. You are nasty. Wow. I gotta give it to you, if I was Michael I would love to come home to you in edible lingerie.",-" Are you having a lesbian moment there miss Yuli? ", I tease, standing from her kitchen bar. She gives me a look. "Oh shut up. I'm just saying.", I quickly press my lips together in order to stop myself from laughing.

Her face has turned a deep shade of red as she tries to recover her response. "Let's go pick up Ryan and Carson before I choke your ass.", She jokes grabbing her keys from the counter. I nod, still holding back laughter. With one last eye roll, we head out of the kitchen. Got to love my Yuli.

*Michael's Point Of View*

I feel so much better after a day in the studio. It's something about creating music that makes me feel whole. Laying beats to compliment riffs. Adding basses to give life to a edgy ballad; I love it all. What made it even better, was having Jordyn, Dylan, and Jasmine there to watch daddy craft yet another masterpiece.

I love hearing them awe over something I suggest or added to a song. Their expressions are priceless and even give me more motivation and inspiration. It's a blessing to be able to have my children be proud of what I do, and most importantly; me.

"Dad! That was so cool! Demi hit that high note beautifully! I swear out of her and Miss Nicole Murphy, I'm marrying one of them.", Dylan exclaims, as he helps me pack up my things for the evening. Jasmine and Jordyn are with Demi in the recording booth, chatting about God knows what. I pass Dylan Demi's demo recording for today's session before replying.

"Thanks bud. I'm glad you were able to watch me make magic.", He nods, fussing with his lime green Polo, collared shirt. "Well hopefully you can pass me some magic so Demi can marry me. I seen her looking at me.", He pops his collar upwards, then bends to wipe his tan Sperry's. "I know she likes Denim.", He adds, extending his left leg out.

I cup my chin and shake my head, eying him. "I'm sure Demi doesn't want a thirteen year old, who has yet to grow chin or leg hair.", He rolls his eyes. "Look whose talking. You don't have facial hair.",-"There's a thing called close shaving my son.", I smartly reply. He squints his eyes at me. "Maybe I, closely shave too.", I burst into laughter. I swear Dylan is a character.

"Dylan, my dear son. You can't shave what isn't there.", He opens his mouth to retort, but is quickly interrupted by giggling. "You know you guys left the sound on right?", Demi teases, watching Dylan's face drain in color. "But I don't mind a man with a little less hair. It's cute.", She flirts, pinching Dylan's cheeks. Jasmine follows in after her, holding Jordyn on her right hip.