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~ Family ~

Marshall dressed in a black tailored Armani suit, nervously takes Elton’s hand and forces his feet to follow into the large English estate.

“Wait . . .” Marshall nervously pleads at a whisper as Elton’s hand slips from his and he begins to talk with what he assumes is the head housekeeper leaving him standing alone in the middle of the large foyer, as Joshua mingles with the staff that is hurrying around taking his briefcase and jacket.

A maid comes over and politely tries to take Marshall’s portable CD player and backpack and he defensively states a little louder than intended that he’s fine; bringing Elton’s attention back to the reality that he really has brought his Baby.

“His fine.” Elton nervously says, trying to block out the hateful looks between Joshua and his Baby rushing back over to him.

“She’s having tea.” Elton cheerfully says, pulling on his Baby’s hand and practically dragging him down the hall.

Entering the formal day room Elton rushes over to his mother and they lovingly say hello.

“Come Over Here!” Mrs. Dwight firmly states looking directly over at the obsession that her son has be rambling about for the last couple of years, who is nervously standing by the door.

“Hello.” Marshall nervously says, slowly moving towards them.

“Mother this is Marshall Mathers.” Elton proudly announces standing.

“So you’re my son’s young lover?” Mrs. Dwight nonchalantly comments, finally getting a good look at the man nervously standing, and quickly knowing why her son calls him Baby.

“Mother.” Elton nervously says with a forced smile, but loving the way Lover sounds.

“Reginald go find something to do while we chat.” Mrs. Dwight firmly states.

Marshall forces a smile knowing Elton warned him about his mother’s straight forwardness. Elton kisses his perfect cheek and then slowly leaves the room, praying they don’t kill each other.

“So are you just going to stand there?” Mrs. Dwight nonchalantly asks, picking up her tea cup, and Marshall nervously sits down across from her.

“My son says you’re also in the music business.” Mrs. Dwight comments after several long moments of both of them trying not to stare.

“Yes ma’am.” Marshall politely says, trying not to nervously twist his hands that rest in his lap.

“You any good at it?” Mrs. Dwight nonchalantly asks, after a few minutes of staring at the bundle of nerves.

“Elton thinks I am.” Marshall nervously says after a few minutes of thinking about trying to come up with an answer that won’t make him sound like he’s conceited.

“Didn’t ask what Reginald thinks.” Mrs. Dwight comments with a smile.

“Sorry . . . I make a good living at it.” Marshall politely says with a smile, still trying desperately not to stare.

“Reginald doesn’t stay in England much anymore. He doesn’t come to play Bridge as often. Do you play?” Mrs. Dwight says after a few more moments of silence.

“No ma’am.” Marshall politely says, mentally thinking he really is crazy for letting Elton talk him into meeting his Mother.

“You’re not very talkative.” Mrs. Dwight nonchalantly comments, after a few more minutes of silence.

“Would you like for me to get to the good questions? Like what are your plans with my son? What do you have in common with him?” Mrs. Dwight tries to tactfully ask, before the Baby hyperventilates and her son blames her for it.

“Mr. Mathers I’m eighty years old.” Mrs. Dwight comments with a smile, after several intense moments of silence.

“Please call me Marshall.” Marshall sincerely says.

“I actually thought your name was Baby.” Mrs. Dwight comments with a laugh

“I’ve actually started answering too it.” Marshall says with a laugh, and she warmly smiles.

“I’ve really never gave it much though . . . about what we have in common . . . . He loves to watch old black and white movies that I fall asleep during . . . he loves to play the piano . . . that I have no clue how to play but can listen to him play forever. He’s tried to teach me how to play Bridge and I’ve tried to teach him how to play pool. I guess I’ll learn the concept of Bridge when he learns the concept of pool. But we enjoy our time together trying to teach each other. He loves to shop and I hate too. He thinks he’s getting one over on me when he slips to Detroit and takes Hailie Jade shopping. They talk faithfully every day” Marshall nervously rattles.

“My schedule gets very crazy at times but I call him faithfully every night before I go to sleep. Thinking about it . . . . we really don’t have much in common . . . I’m not a very religions man but I pray every night before I close my eyes for one more day with him though.” Marshall nervously rattles from his heart, getting up and pacing around the room, taking off the Armani jacket and loosening the tie.

“I take back what I said about you’re not very talkative.” Mrs. Dwight comments with a smile, patting the seat cushion beside her for the bundle of nerves to sit down, and he nervously does.

“You love him as much as he loves you. And both of you love Hailie Jade with every ounce of heart, body and soul that you both have.” Mrs. Dwight sincerely says, patting the top of his leg.

“Let’s take a walk.” Mrs. Dwight suggests, slowly starting to get up with the help of the arm of the sofa, and Marshall quickly stands and gently takes her arm.

“In my rose garden.” Mrs. Dwight suggest with a smile, taking his arm.

“Okay.” Marshall says with a large smile, as it dawns on him that roses is something Elton and him have in common, and by her expression she already knew.

They slowly walk through her beautiful rose garden, stopping and sitting occasionally. Her explaining that she’s in better health than her son, because of his strange musical life style and Marshall can tell that it worries her very much, she also happily reminisces about Mr. Dwight and Reginald as a child. Marshall tries to step around his life, but she explains that she already knows about Hailie Jade, Eminem and Slim Shady and wants details.

Elton emotionally watches unnoticed from a distances clutching his Baby’s jacket lovingly in his arms, till a maid interrupts for the third time announcing that dinner is ready.

“Okay” Elton agitatedly growls, and then with a heavy heart walks out to them.

“I sincerely apologize for interrupting but dinner is being served.” Elton emotionally announces.

“That’s another one of his obsession making sure I eat.” Marshall says with a laugh.

“Because of your Bad obsession of not doing it.” Mrs. Dwight says in a mothering tone, laying her head on his shoulder, and Marshall softly pats the top of her hand that is wrapped around his.

“We still have a lot to talk about.” Mrs. Dwight sincerely says with a smile, reaching out for her son’s hand.

“I’m not going anywhere.” Marshall says forcing a smile, while praying he isn’t, her quickly noticing that bundle of nerves she saw earlier is back.

“He definitely isn’t going anywhere.” Elton emotionally states, placing a quick kiss on his Baby’s perfect cheek as he hands over his jacket, and then takes his mother’s arm.

Marshall walks behind nervously tucking back in his dress shirt and putting back on the jacket, while reciting proper etiquette of eating, which is a real nightmare when they walk into a very formal dinning room and he comes eye to eye with Joshua and the fancy setting.

Elton formal escorts his mother to the head of the twelve setting table, and then moves to her right and tries to tactfully motion for his Baby to sit beside him. Marshall finding it very strange three place settings to Mrs. Dwight left side sits fully set but empty and Joshua with a too happy expression sitting in the fourth seat.

Marshall slips his hand under the table after everyone sits and lovingly squeezes Elton’s upper leg, trying to reassure him that he’s really going to try not to not embarrass him, noticing his very worried expression.

“I see I’ve sat you two in the wrong place.” Mrs. Dwight comments after several moments into eating watching the Baby struggle not to elbow Elton, causing him to drop his fork that he was silently praying was the salad one.

“You’re left handed . . . you two need to switch.” Mrs. Dwight explains with a large smile, Joshua wanting to puke, but Elton’s plan not working total satisfaction.

“Thank you.” Marshall sincerely says with a smile, standing with his salad plate.

Elton lost in a more serious emotionally matter at the moment stands and smiles at them both before moving; knowing if his plan doesn’t happen soon his worst nightmare will have to be explained.

Noticing Elton’s still stressed expression that only seems to be getting worse Marshall thinks he should just excuse himself from the table, but Mrs. Dwight keeps talking directly to him, and she’s actually a nice lady.

Elton totally lost in how he is going to explain they’re only forty-eight minutes late as he checks his watch for the millionths time.

“What time is it Darlin’?” Joshua sarcastically asks, as dessert is being severed, Marshall wanting to jump across the table and beat the smug look off Joshua’s face, but more concerned with what is worrying Elton, and how he can just disappear after dinner to ease the pain.

“Shut The Fuck Up!” Elton blindly emotionally yells and Marshall quickly defensively stands, Mrs. Dwight sarcastically smiling at how fast The Baby came to Elton’s defense.

“Baby it’s not nice to beat up on Our guest during dessert.” Mrs. Dwight playfully says emphasizing Our motioning for him to sit back down; never caring for the very whinny Joshua who treats her like an old lady.

Marshall quickly sits back down while trying to analyze what she just said, but really more concerned with Elton that seems to be lost in a horrible nightmare, not even responding to his hand resting over his.

“Mrs. Dwight . . . . thank you for making me feel welcomed in your home . . . it really means a lot to me. But I have . . . .” Marshall sincerely says with all his heart, but needing to release Elton from his nightmare.

The most Precious perfect voice in the World happily screaming Daddy! Breaks through the intense cold silence relieving Elton from his nightmare and he quickly thanks the Almighty Gods.

Marshall happily rushes to his daughter, as Elton sighs a huge relief and sarcastically smiles at Joshua, while trying to find the strength to stand.

“Princess Hailie Jade it’s an honor to have you in my home.” Mrs. Dwight loving says, after several moments of watching Reginald and his Baby, kiss, hug and talk with the Princess and the two people that have appeared with her.

The staff that already knew about the surprise begins to bring out the Princess favorite foods of hotdogs and tator tots.

Elton knowing deep in his heart why his Baby has never let Princess travel without him; even with people that truly care about her also.

Aunt B and Paul smiling knowing Elton’s Perfect Dream has come true cause his Family is excitedly talking All in the same room.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

After an Exceptional evening of his Family getting to know each other, and now all tucked in for the night Elton stands in the rose garden gazing up at the stars thanking God for such a perfect life.

“I Love You.” Marshall sincerely whispers in his partner’s ear, wrapping his arms around him from behind.

“What are you doing up?” Elton mumbles, leaning into perfect lips sensual kissing on his neck.

“Wondering if your mother would mind . . . notice if I made mad passionate love to you in her rose garden.” Marshall wickedly whispers.

~ The End ~

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