More Than Friends or Just a Dream?

It was Marshall… “Hello,” I said answering with a smile.

“Hey hon, the kids doin homework?” he asked.

“Yep,” I said.

“Good, what you doin?” he asked.

“Being bored,” I mumbled.

“Well I’ll be home soon,” he told me. I smiled at this.



(((NEW YEARS EVE….DEC 31ST …ALMOST MIDNIGHT)))

“Dad!” Hailie screamed running into the living room.

“What!?” Marshall freaked, he turned around quickly and split his drink on the floor. “Ah shit,” he mumbled. “What is it Hailie?” he asked looking back over at her bouncing daughter.

“Daddy! They are gonna drop the ball thingy in 5 minutes and I want to see it!!!” she yelled while jumping up and down pointing to the TV. “Turn it on!” she demanded. Marshall calmly turned on the TV. “ALAINA!!” Hailie screamed at the top of her lungs. Alaina darted downstairs and stood by Hailie as they stared at the TV.

“What is so grate about a ball dropping?” Marshall asked confused.

“I don’t know…isn’t it some crystal ball they drop and confetti falls or whatever,” I said trying my best not to swear in the sentence. I don’t like to swear around the girls; Marshall gets irritated for some odd reason.

“I never saw the thing, how would I know?” Marshall asked. I shrugged and looked over at the TV as Marshall walked out of the room.

“Yazmin!” I heard Marshall call out. Yazmin is our maid; she’s an older Mexican woman who can hardly speak English. We think she skipped the country, shes chubby and shes always talking about her grandson who we don’t know the name of because we can understand half the things she says. Which sometimes is nice so we can pretend we are listening.

“Yes Mr. Mathers,” she said coming from the other room. She’s got his name down pretty good. “Where he go?” she questioned looking panicky. I pointed to the kitchen. She nodded and darted in the kitchen fast. She came back with Marshall, he showed her the spill, she qui1ckly went to cleaning it up. It was about a minute to midnight….

“Daddy! Meleah! Sit, pay attention to the TV, they are gonna drop the ball soon!” Hailie yelled.

“Calm down Hailie baby,” Marshall said as he sat next to me. She stared at the TV…finally the countdown was about to begin.

“We all have to count down!” Hailie demanded. No one responded.

“10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1... Happy New Year!” we all yelled together, I could tell that Marshall felt like a dork. I giggled to myself. He leaned in and kissed me, I kissed back.

“Whoo!” Marshall said with no emotion as he twirled his finger in the air. “Now get your little butts to bed,” Marshall smiled at the girls, he looked a bit evil. They giggled as they ran downstairs. Marshall let out a sigh. “What is so great about a new year?” he questioned as he took a drink of his wine.

“Umm… you get old?” I questioned with a giggle.

“I don’t wanna get old,” he frowned.

“That’s life nigro,” I joked. He looked at me funny, I just smiled. He shook his head.

“I think its time for you and me to have some fun,” he smiled devilish at me and winked.

“Ok Mr. Sexy,” I giggled. He smiled cutely at me…he pointed to the stairs. I smiled at him. He set down his glass on the coffee table and we headed upstairs together.

We went to the room; he closed the door and locked it with a devilish smile. I screamed playfully and ran over to the bed as he ran after me. I jumped on the bed and hid under the covers like a child. “Cute,” Marshall said. I felt him crawl up on the bed, he must have changed his mind cause it felt like he got off. He quickly ripped the blanket off and threw it over his shoulder using both hands to get it over his head.

“Cheater!” I giggled loudly.

“Shhh,” he said hushing me. “There’s sleeping children,” he whispered. He crawled up on the bed. I laid back on the bed as he crawled up on top of me. He leaned in and kissed me, I kissed back we started to make out within seconds…..(sorry, on write sex)

He collapsed on top of me breathing heavily, we both were. It was one of the best sexual experiences I’ve had. Not that I’ve had many. “I love you,” Marshall whispered, he kissed me softly before laying down nest to me.

“I love you too,” I whispered turning on my side so we faced each other, I kissed him softly, he kissed back…we moved closer together, and cuddled up together. Soon after we fell asleep.

(((ABOUT 2 WEEKS LATER JAN 14TH 2003)))((MARSHALLS POV>>>)))

I just go home from the studio. The girls were back with Kim again. I never get them for more than a fuckin week. Some changes need to go down or I swear I’m going to go over to her house and bitch her out. I sighed as I opened the front door. The house looked spotless. Damn, Yazmin did a good job. “I’m home!” I yelled, I waited a bit, there was no answer. Weird, her car is still here…maybe she’s just being deaf. I went into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and grabbed a can of Pepsi. I headed out the kitchen door and towards the stairs. I was about half way up….

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!” I heard Meleah scream. I got scared shitless, I didn’t know if that was a bad scream or a good scream. I jolted up the stairs like a fuckin cheetah. I ran into our room, I swung the door open like a mad man. Meleah was standing there jumping up and down clutching a white stick in her hand as she faced me smiling.

“Why’d you scream?” I questioned.

“Guess,” she smiled.

“Well…theres a pregnancy test on the counter…and you’re smiling,” I said. “You’re pregnant!” I yelled pointing at her. She nodded smiling. “See I told you!” I said with a smile, I kissed her and pulled away staring at her. “See I was right? All my good work paid off,” I joked.

“Hey! It’s using my egg,” she said slapping me on the arm.

“I was joking,” I smiled. She smiled and kissed me, I kissed back.

(((MELEAHS POV>>>)))

I looked at Marshall for a moment he seemed really happy, but at the same time sad. “Hey, is something wrong?” I asked he glanced down at the floor then back at me.

“Uh…no,” he said, saying the word ‘no’ quickly.

“Fine. Don’t tell me,” I said frowning and walking away out of the bedroom.

“Hey!” he yelled running after me. “Come back her young lady!” Marshall demanded.

“What?” I asked stopping and turning around.

“You’re rude,” he said sadly frowning.

“You didn’t answer my question truthfully, so I walked away,” I said walking away again.

“You’re being rude,” he said irritated.

“You’re not being truthful,” I said. I wasn’t trying to start an argument, I just wanted him to tell me what his problem was, I could tell something was bothering him, but I didn’t know what.

“Well how can I tell you anything if you keep walking away from me?” he yelled.

“You just told me something,” I smarted off not trying to be a bitch about it either. He sighed. “No, sighing…you need to tell me what’s wrong,” I said.

“What makes you think something is wrong?” he asked giving me a funny look.

“I can see it in your eyes, Marshall,” I told him a bit irritated. He sighed angrily.

“Fine. It’s just…I never get too see my kids, Kim has them on a short fuckin leash and it’s really staring to piss me off,” he explained.

“Why don’t you go over there and put your food down?” I questioned.

“Cause, she’s too much of a fuckin bitch,” he said though his teeth.

“Well is she a good mother?” I asked.

“Well yeah…but she thinks I’m a terrible father and whatever cause I go on tour and swear and …well you know,” he said mumbling the rest of the sentence. I sighed.

“I know…but you don’t do them around the kids,” I said.

“Try telling her that shit,” he said pissed. “She don’t believe a word I say,” he said looking down at the floor.

“Want me to talk to her?” I asked. He looked up at me quickly.

“Ha! Like that would work? That would just make things more worse,” he said. “Do you know how jealous she is of you?” he asked. I nodded. “Exactly,” he agreed loudly. I sighed.

“Well you can’t let this go, you love those girls more than anything,” I said. He nodded agreeing with my statement. “You gotta do something,” I said.

“I know…but it’s fuckin hard, I can’t take them from their mother…and I can’t just not see them,” he sighed frowning more.

“Just talk to her…call her right now,” I demanded. He looked at me funny. “I don’t like seeing you sad!” I yelled stomping my food.

“Well,” he said as he pulled his cell out his pocket….