I think my last chapter sucked.
I might take a break to get the story line back together.

~~~~~ Katherine's P.O.V~~~~~

I was making my family breakfast. When I noticed a certain someone walk into the kitchen. "Hey mama k," they said with a girly like voice.

I turned around and saw Madeline in Janet's silk pajama's
I thought her an Michael broke up. But I'm going to be polite. "How long have you been hear Maddi." I said in confusion when did she come and I thought her and Michael broke up last month.

"Oh I was here since last night. I came over to talk to Michael I must have fallen asleep." She yawned. I was about to ask her why she came over, but she already answered.

"So what did you two talk at honey." I said questionably while chopping up some strawberries.

She walked over to me and grabbed a knife and started helping me well after she washed her hands. "Well we I about the situation about the sudden split we had, found out the truth about the cause of the breakup, with the help of Janet," she took a second to breathe. I looked at her in away of telling her to continue. "We also talked about me going on tour with him since we got back together." She started smiling at the last part.

Michael is so lucky to have a girl like her. She's smart, helpful and a lot of things that I think he deserves.

'Did Michael tell her about the house he'll move into. Will she move in with him. Well we'll find out sooner or later.'

I turn my head to see what she's doing. She's cutting the strawberries and other fruits. She's taking her time, because something must be bothering her. I know if I ask she would just say 'it's nothing you need to worry about.' She's like a daughter to me all her siblings are like my children. There always here I'm surprised that there not here right now. I start to scramble the eggs while leaving some to the side because Michael is so picky.

While I'm making the rest of the food, I glimpse out the window and see Madeline's siblings and Janet stepping out of the car.

So for the past two days Janet was with them? What was she doing over there without Madeline? I'll find out soon because I always know what my children are doing. When i turn back around to see that Madeline's left. She probably went to wake up Michael. I made even more food than usual because its me and at least 12 other people.

There's me, Joseph, Madeline and her four siblings, Michael,Janet, Latoya, and Titos three boys.

Soon I hear everyone running to the kitchen. When I turn around everyone's here except for Madeline and Michael. She did wake up early or she's still waking Michael up he's a heavy sleeper.

~~~~Michaels P.O.V~~~~

"Wake up wake up wake up" I heard Madeline scream while hitting my face with a pillow.

I turned my head and gave her a cold stare. I was a having the most decent sleep ever. The last time sleep was this good I was in my mothers womb. If I didn't love her so much I would throw a book at her.

"I'm up, I'm up," I say giggling. I turn around to see the most beautiful creature holding the pillow she just beat me with. "So what do you want girl."

She stares at me for a good two minutes. "Breakfast is ready, go downstairs and eat man child. Before there's no food left." She said in a deep voice. It was kind of scary and disturbing.

"Okay, I'm going to use the bathroom first," I said slowly.
While I went to the bathroom I heard her exit the room. She's pretty weird but its only the morning. I apply some of my make up to hide most of my vitiligo. I brush my teeth and then brush my hair. I wonder what she was thinking of when she was staring at me.

We've only been back together for a day but she just spent the night. I guess she was to tired to go home last night. She looked so cute last night when she was sleeping. I'm going to get my breakfast and say my hellos and good morning to every one.
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A/N: I know it was a really short chapter the next will be longer. I promise you that. I want to know what you guys think should happen next. B/C I'm having serious writers block.