More Than Friends or Just a Dream?

I jumped up from my chair and ran over to the doctor, it was almost 1am by the time he came out, I had no fuckin clue what the fuck they was doin in there. “Tell me she’s ok!” I demanded.
“She’s ok,” the doctor said, I let out a sigh of relief.
“When can we see her?” Lisa yawned walking up to me and the doctor.
“Right now,” the doctor said going towards the room, we followed.
(((MELEAH POV>>>)))
Marshall and my mom walked in the room behind the doctor. I whipped my eyes and stared at them. Marshall stared at me for a second. “Your eyes are really red,” he mumbled still staring at me. “Is there something you didn’t tell me?” Marshall asked turning to the doctor. The doctor sighed, and looked over at me then back at Marshall.
“I have bad news…she lost the baby,” he said softly.
“What!?” Marshall asked like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
“Im so sorry Mr. Mathers,” the doctor said patting Marshall’s shoulder. Marshall sighed, then he looked extremely pissed. “I’ll let you all talk for a while and I’ll be back in a bit,” the doctor said leaving the room shutting the door quietly.
“Imma kill that motherfucker!” Marshall said angrily though his teeth.
“You almost did already,” my mom said looking up at Marshall; he was still standing at the foot of the bed. Marshall didn’t say anything he just sighed then walked over to me, he grabbed my hand and sat down on the chair next to the bed.
“Im just glad you’re ok,” he said softly. He kissed my forehead. “We can always try again,” he whispered so quietly that I could barely hear him. I nodded; he laid his head on the back of the chair and stared up at the ceiling. He’s probably plotting revenge on Jordan, I know he won’t kill him, as much as he would like to he wont.
“How did Jordan find you in the first place?” my mom asked after about a minute of silence.
“He’s fuckin crazy I really have no idea,” I mumbled.
“Wait, did you let him in?” Marshall asked suddenly sitting up and staring at me.
“No, I came in and he was just sitting on our couch,” I explained. He looked at me funny.
“How the fuck…” Marshall started.
“I don’t know, nothing was wrong with the door…maybe he came in the window,” I said.
“Fuck, I gotta remember to lock that shit,” Marshall said staring at the floor.
(((ABOUT A HOUR LATER….2:20AM)))
My mom left about a half hour ago. Marshall still sat in that chair like he was glued to it. I just stared at him as he stared at the ceiling; he started to drift off to sleep. “Mr. Mathers?” a nurse asked, I looked up at her. She was a younger lady probably about in her 20’s she looked as if she was in a daze staring at Marshall, I gave her a dirty look and she stopped. Fuckin fans piss me the fuck off.
“Huh!?” Marshall asked sitting up quickly.
“If you need a blanket theres one in the cabinet,” the nurse said. Marshall nodded slowly.
She checked the monitors quickly then started to leave.
“Hey, wait,” Marshall said. She stopped and quickly turned around.
“Yes?” she asked.
“How soon can we have sex again?” Marshall asked being blunt about the whole thing.
“Uh…hold on,” she said. “Im new at this and I don’t really have an answer for that,” she said with a shy smile leaving the room. She came back shortly after with a doctor. “Mr. Mathers has a question for you,” she says pointing to Marshall.
“Yes?” the doctor asked.
“Yeah, I was wondering, how soon can we have sex again?” he said as if he was irritated that he had to ask the question twice.
“I would say… about three weeks,” the doctor said. “If that’s all you need, Meleah get some rest, I’ll see you in the morning.” Marshall nodded as they both left the room.
(((DEC. 2ND 2002 11AM)))
We were on our way home from the hospital. The doctor told me that Im supposed to get lots of rest. Marshall pulled into the dive way, he got out quickly. He tried to help me get out of the car. “I can walk you know, my arms broken not my leg,” I said stating the obvious.
“The doctor said to take it easy,” Marshall said.
“Fine,” I said irritated but let him help me. He walked me into the house and on the couch.
“You want a sandwich?” he asked. I nodded he walked into the kitchen.
“Hey wheres my phone!” I yelled towards the kitchen. Marshall came back in the living room and handed me my phone.
“Here,” he said with a smile. I better call Megan or she’ll get mad cause she has issues.
“Hello nigga,” Megan said.
“Guess who found me?” I said.
“Umm who?…tell me,” she said confused.
“Jordan,” I said in a mono tone. “He got all pissed that I left him, then he beat me…and I lost the baby, and he broke my arm,” I said sadly.
“Imma kill him, Imma kill him. Imma kill him, where my pan at,” Megan said in a black girls attitude.
“Marshall already almost did that,” I said. “Jordan went to jail,” I explained.
“Almost isn’t good enough, neither is jail,” she said.
“Ok, you two team up, kill him, and see what happens,” I said.
“Ok what time?” she asked being all serious.
“Megan…I don’t want you two going to jail,” I whined.
“We won’t go to jail. Im sure Em knows someone,” she hinted.
“What the fuck? He probably does, but the fucker is in jail,” I said.
“Im pretty sure he knows someone on the inside,” she said.
“Megan, can we just leave it alone?” I whined.
“What happens next time when he gets out and finds you?” she asks. “This cracker needs to die,” she said pissed.
“There’s a thing called restraining orders,” I said like shes stupid.
“Restraining orders won’t help, people go against them all the time,” she said.
“I guess,” I mumbled.
“Hold on, let me call you back in a minute,” she said rushing like.
“Ok..?” I said confused she just hung up. “What the fuck!?” I yelled staring at my phone.
Marshall walked into the room holding a plate with two sandwiches on it and two pops with his phone between his ear and shoulder. “No… I can’t… as much as I want to I can’t… Im sorry… no I don’t know anybody… Im serious… no really…can you hang up now?… Shut up and go away now…umm no, I am not a smelly cunt,” he said irritated. He looked down at me. “Can you hang up the phone for me?” he asked dropping the phone into my lap, I hung it up.
“Let me guess…that was Megan,” I said as he handed me a sandwich and sat down.
“Yeah,” he muttered as he sat the pops on the coffee table. “How’d you know?” he asked. “Cause shes the only one I know who says ‘smelly cunt’,” I explained while giggling. My phone began to ring. It was Megan. “No!” I said right away.
“Damn it, he don’t know anyone,” she said completely ignoring my ‘no’.
“I know,” I said. “But I gotta eat, so I gotta go now,” I mumbled.
“You stupid cunt whore, I hate you! Go fuck Marshall’s smelly cunt and call me back later,” she yelled.
“Bitch, I can’t for three weeks,” I said trying not to giggle.
“Well go suck his dick, he’ll like it,” she said.
“I know, hehe,” I giggled.
“Quick! I dare you to climb up on top of Marshall and go wheeowheeowhee,” she laughed.
“Umm…what the fuck? No,” I said as if she was stupid.
“No, you have to do it or Im gonna keep calling you until you do or I’ll come over and make you,” she said.
“Fuck yo feelings, you’re so stupid,” I yelled hanging up the phone. “Megan has so many issues,” I said annoyed staring at Marshall. He just shook his head.
(((ABOUT 10 MINUTES LATER)))
We just finished eating and the buzzer at the gate rang. “I got it!” I said standing up and going to the door. It was Megan I buzzed her in; she quickly came to the door. “What are you doing here?” I questioned opening the door.
“I told you that I would come here and make you do it. So Im here to make you do it,” she said letting herself in.
“Make her do what?” Marshall asked as he walked over to us.
“Something stupid cause shes a dumb cunt,” I explained.
“Oh,” Marshall said, he seemed interested.
“Oh come on, it’s not as bad as tits though the living room,” Megan laughed, I gave her a dirty look.
“Wait what?” Marshall asked confused.
“I was kinda tipsy and we were playing truth or dare with some friends and she dared me to run though the living room with my boobs hanging out while saying boobies,” I explained. Megan cracked up.
“When was this?” Marshall questioned.
“Uh… like a few years ago, when I was 19,” I explained.
“Damn I missed it,” Marshall complained, I rolled my eyes.
“I’ll do it for you later,” I joked, Marshall looked at me with a sexy smile. I shook my head.
“Do it or I’ll never leave you alone ever!” Megan demanded.
“I hate you,” I said angrily.
“Do it!” Megan demanded again.
“Do it so she’ll go away,” Marshall said looking over at me, he seem as if he was pleading.
“Ugh. Fine. Marshall sit,” I said pointing over at the couch…he walked over and sat down confused. I climbed up on his lap.
“I like this so far,” Marshall grinned. He stared up at me, he looked kinda creepy. I shook my head; it’s not what you’re thinking.
“Wheeowheeowhee,” I said raising my left arm in the air and moving it around in a circle like a cowboy about to lasso a bull, pretending to be happy about it. Megan stood there laughing. I stopped shortly after annoyed; I still sat on Marshall’s lap.
“Happy now?” I asked.
“Ok bye,” Megan said like a child then left the house.
“That was fuckin retarded,” Marshall said placing his hands on my legs.
“That’s cause it’s Megan,” I said. “What happens now?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” Marshall said. I sighed and got off of him sitting next to him on the couch. I sighed louder this time. “What?” Marshall asked.
“I just started thinking about loosing the baby. I was so happy to be having a baby, and then I loose it,” I said sadly looking down at my lap.
“I know how you feel, but we can always try again,” Marshall said putting one arm around me pulling me into a side hug, I laid my head on his shoulder, he laid his head on mine.
(((LATER…4:00PM)))
Hailie came running into the living room after Marshall picked her and Alaina up from Kim’s. “Are you ok!” Hailie freaked out.
“Im fine,” I said with a smile.
“Daddy told me that you lost the baby,” she frowned. I sighed and nodded. “Im sorry,” he said looking down.
“Its ok,” I said hugging her, Alaina joined in as well. They let go and stood up.
“Dad said that he had to do a thing, he told me to ask you if you need anything before we go upstairs and do homework,” Alaina explained.
“No thanks honey. I can get it myself if I want anything. I think he thinks Im impaired or something,” I said.
“That’s just dad, when it comes to things like this he overreacts,” Alaina said.
“I can see,” I laughed.
“Yeah this one time when I was a baby, I got a cold and he freaked,” Hailie said. “Mom said that he went and spent all his money on medicine,” Hailie said. I laughed a bit.
“Ok you two, you better get going on your homework,” I told them. They nodded and went upstairs.
I was sitting there watching Transporter when my cell rang….