Job

The beginning to the Home Sweet Home Series: Is the Baby a spoiled brat or is it his insecurities.

JOB:

“Fuckin’ Absolutely Positively NO!” Marshall angrily states storming around the hotel suite.

“You think I’m too old?” Elton emotionally mumbles, never seeing his Baby so upset.

“I Fuckin’ Dare You!” Marshall angrily threatens quickly planting his hands firmly on the arms of his chair and looking directly into his eyes.

“Calm Down!” Paul urgently states jumping from his chair, never seeing Marshall so mad at his . . . . . . Elton.

“I Am Fuckin Calm! He’s Not Getting A Fuckin’ Job! And That’s My Motherfuckin’ God Damn Final Answer!” Marshall angrily yells jumping up in Paul’s face and then storms from the room; slamming the door so hard that it practically knocks the door off its hedges.

“You wanted him . . .” Paul sarcastically comments after several long intense moments of silence picking up his briefcase from the desk.

“I won’t be told what to do!” Elton firmly states.

“You’d be a fuckin’ fool not to sign.” Paul evilly says picking up the wadded up Caesars Palace contract from the floor and handing it over.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Elton finds his Baby talking on the phone with their Princess, and emotionally sits in a near by chair and listens, wishing she could be with them, but school more important.

Hailie excitedly asks if EJ is really going to sign a contract with Caesars Place and if he is can they please please go to opening night.

“She wants to talk to you.” Marshall says handing over the phone. Elton tries to reassure little Mathers knowing Big Mathers is closely listening, that nothing is going to change, that there is nothing in the world that Could . . . Will keep him from his Family.

Hailie overly excited about an exquisite old English antique tea set she bought on Ebay ruins the surprise tea party that she was planning for them over weekend.

Elton tries to hold back the emotions that she didn’t tell him that she wanted a tea set as he listens to how exquisite it is.

“Princess how much?” Elton curiously asks and Marshall stops glaring out the large picture window and glances over.

“Hailie Jade Mathers!” Elton emotionally states; astonished at the way over the top price.

“Princess why didn’t tell me first . . .” Elton emotionally says, but Marshall quickly interrupts jerking the phone out of his hand.

“You’re grounded for life!” Marshall fatherly states into the phone.

“We Love You and will see you tomorrow.” Elton quickly lovingly says after jerking the phone back.

“What are you gonna do when she wants to have future tea parties?” Marshall agitatedly asks pacing around the room.

“Same thing you do . . . . work my schedule around her.” Elton firmly states crossing his arms over his chest.

“Look At Me! . . . You and Princess are My Family AND There’s Nothing In this World That Will . . . Can Stop ME When My Family Needs Me.” Elton lovingly tries reassure.

“Nothing Going To Change! Princess wanting to have a tea party in Detroit, you in bum fuck Egypt. I’m still going to be there!” Elton loving explains, grabbing hold of the bundle of nerves.

“No!” Marshall firmly states looking directly into his eyes.

“Let’s have dinner?” Elton tries to cheerfully suggest.

“I will not have My Partner working!” Marshall firmly states.

“Your Partner In What?” Elton emotionally asks.

“You know what the fuck I’m talkin’ about and You Are Not Signing Shit!” Marshall angrily spews stopping directly in front of him and coldly glaring into his eyes.

“News Flash For You! YES I AM!” Elton confidently screams.

“Where the Fuck are you going?” Elton agitatedly asks quickly following him through the suite.

“OUT!” Marshall angrily yells storming to the door.

“Just remember . . .” Elton says but stops as the door roughly slams shut.

“You fuckin’ don’t Need to fuckin’ Work! You’re just doin’ this to drive me crazy!” Marshall quickly rattles rushing back in.

“That’s IT! . . .” Elton firmly states throwing up his hands.

“I’ve had enough of your ranting and raving for one day! Sit your ass down. We’re having dinner!” Elton firmly states looking directly into blue eyes.

“It’ll still gonna be No After we eat.” Marshall matter of factly states flopping down in a near by chair.

Elton ignores heading to the main sitting room to decide what they’ll have for dinner, knowing his Baby is a lot easer to deal with on a full stomach.

“What about Chinese?” Elton asks after a few minutes of looking over menus walking back into the foyer where his Baby still sits like a Bull.

“I’m not eating that soup.” Marshall firmly states; getting up and going into the sitting room and flopping down on the sofa.

“Okay.” Elton softly agrees, thoughts quickly roaming to the drama of getting him to try something besides Taco Bell as he is handing over the television remote before sitting down at the desk to order dinner.

Marshall’s thoughts wonder off playing out the night that’s laying out in front of him. They’ll eat, he’ll get in trouble for grounding Hailie Jade for life, they’ll curl up in the bed or on the sofa to watch a sissy movie and when his Sweetheart . . . partner Thinks he’s calm will slip in the contract, the money, a new home, how things are definitely not gonna change. BUT there’s no way in hell that there already hectic life can stay the same. He’ll be left behind, forgotten about. Needing to clear his head Marshall calmly gets up and leaves the suite.

Elton emotionally eats alone, watching the time closely and as the third hour slowly passes calls Paul.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Paul wickedly assures Elton that Marshall is properly just out clearing his head and positive that Box will make sure that he’s safe; that is as he’s watching him down several more shots of Hennessy.

“I just lied to your . . . . . .” Paul stumbles to say after hanging up the phone.

“Partner.” Eminem agitatedly growls continuing to stare at the fifth of Hennessy in his hand.

“Soooo you’re just gonna sit there and get drunk?” Paul sarcastically asks now towering over him.

“That’s the plan at the moment.” Eminem sarcastically mumbles glancing up at him then back at the bottle.

“He never fuckin’ listens to Me!” Eminem agitatedly growls after taking drink.

“Soooo what’s different today?” Paul carefully asks slowly sitting down beside him and taking the bottle and taking a large gulp.

“I’m Fuckin’ Serious He doesn’t need a fuckin’ job!” Eminem angrily growls snatching the bottle back.

“Caesars Palace or Me!” Eminem firmly states after taking a large gulp.

Paul desperately trying to hide his excitement of the possibility that the fucked up world wind romance might be coming to an end.

“Pick One!” Eminem angrily growls too really to no one and then takes another large drink.

“Have you told him?” Paul tries to nonchalantly ask.

“I am in a motherfuckin’ minute!” Eminem agitatedly growls.

“Listen to me . . . This is not Kim you’re dealing with . . . . ” Paul tries to explain again; what he’s been trying to explain for months . . . since the nightmare relationship started.

“No! He’s my partner! And He Will Listen To Me!” Eminem angrily interrupts taking another large gulp.

“Your partner happens to be a Male with a Very Big Mouth!” Paul agitatedly states grabbing the bottle and taking a large drink.

“I’ve fuckin’ told YOU.” Eminem firmly states.

“And I’ve Told You! Not to be so fuckin’ sure! You piss him off and You’re Over . . . every fuckin’ thing . . .” Paul firmly quickly interrupts handing the bottle back.

“I Truly Love My Family.” Elton emotionally interrupts.

“How the fuck did you get in here?” Paul angrily barks jumping to his feet.

“Forgot so quickly? I’m His Male Partner! It has its advantages!” Elton sarcastically states watching his Baby stare at the bottle.

“You’re going to put that down and come back to Our Suite! I’m Not waiting to some UnGodly Hour to talk!” Elton emotionally states.

“I’m not fuckin’ movin’.” Eminem definitely growls taking another large drink.

“I love you.” Elton lovingly says after several intense moments of silence as he is leaning over, placing a kiss on his perfect doo rag covered forehead.

“Maybe you should go . . .” Paul nervously says after Elton leaves, flopping down beside him again.

“Don’t fuckin’ rush me.” Eminem agitatedly interrupts, as Paul is taking a large drink.

“We’re going home.” Marshall says after several moments of silence.

“Thought you were staying till the Friday?” Paul curiously asks.

“They’re having a tea party.” Marshall says with laugh thinking back to all the tea parties his two loves have had; if he didn’t know any better he’d swear his baby girl truly belong to Elton because their so much alike.

“He’d be a Fool to let this deal slip.” Paul wickedly informs nudging him with his shoulder.

“I know.” Marshall agitatedly mumbles taking another large drink.

“You need to slow down.” Paul sincerely says taking the bottle.

“That’s a new one.” Marshall says with a slight laugh.

“Been saying it for years.” Paul says with his own slight laugh.

“You just have a tendency of tuning me out.” Paul says with a laugh as Marshall playfully falls over on him, resting his head on his lap, like he’s down fifty million times in the past.

“You do.” Paul tries to states with gorgeous blue eyes now staring up at him with a playfully confused expression, so playfully takes his pointing finger and taps the center of the doo rag covered forehead.

“Do not.” Marshall innocently whines.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Three AM Marshall quietly enters the dimly lit suite and crawls up on the sofa.

“Three thousand dollars a night one of us should at least sleep in the bed.” Elton sarcastically comments getting up from the chair in the corner.

“Why the fuck are you still awake.” Eminem roughly growls pulling a throw pillow over his head.

“Now that I know you’re not dead . . . I’ll go to bed.” Elton coldly states moving across the room.

“Fuck you.” Eminem roughly barks.

“Lose the male fuckin’ Chauvinist Pig Attitude and you might.” Elton sarcastically comments leaving the room.

Elton emotionally tosses and turns, waiting for Eminem to lose his self off the nearest cliff and His Baby to come to bed.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

With little sleep morning arrives and Elton returns to the sitting room. Hearing what he knows as a drunken snore goes about his morning routine and getting ready for their return to Detroit, checking in with Jake to assure everything is running smoothly/on time at the airport/the Shady private jet.

“It’s time to get up.” Elton loudly states now standing over his Baby.

“Get Up!” Elton states a little louder after several moments of no responds.

“We’re going to be late!” Elton agitatedly states after a lot of whinny and stretching.

“My head hurts.” Marshall pitifully whines after fully sitting up.

“There’s two Aleve and 7up on the bathroom counter and your clothes are laid out in the dressing room.” Elton coldly informs.

“Morning . . .” Marshall softly mumbles finally standing, but quickly leaning against his Sweetheart for atleast a morning hug.

“You smell like a Hennessy Bottle . . . . . . No Go Before we’re Late!” Elton agitatedly states pushing him towards the bedroom.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The large entourage arrives at the jet, Marshall with a hang over from hell heads straight to the small bedroom in the back to die. Everyone else helps their selves to the delicious catered breakfast Elton has arranged.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Cheerfully helping his personal assistant Dorothy answer fan emails and letters as Paul works on his own projects.

“Elton!” Paul agitatedly states after several moments of listening to Marshall pitifully calling out for him from the bedroom.

“I hear him.” Elton matter factly says then returns to the letter he was reading ignoring Paul’s “Well Do Something” expression.

“If he didn’t drink he wouldn’t be sick.” Elton firmly informs as Paul gets up and heads to the back.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“Where’s Elton?” Marshall pitifully whines from his cocooned position in the middle of the bed.

“He stepped out.” Paul says with a laugh.

“He and Dorothy are answering fan mail.” Paul quickly adds.

“What time is it?” Marshall quietly asks.

“You got about another hour and half.” Paul informs.

“I got heartburn from hell.” Marshall pitifully whines.

“Because instead of having a proper dinner.” Elton points out moving passed Paul to one of his Baby’s designer bags on the floor.

“You had Hennessy.” Elton quickly adds handing over two prescribed Zantac and a glass of water as Paul quickly leaves the room.

“Thank you.” Marshall politely says handing back the glass.

“Where ya goin’?” Marshall pitifully whines lying back down, quickly noticing his partner isn’t joining him.

“I’m not talking to you till you apologize for Your Male Chauvinist Attitude Performance Yesterday.” Elton firmly states.

“Sweetheart . . . . . . .” Marshall pitifully whines as Elton leaves.

Marshall is in deep thought of how/the best way to apologize for his behavior but Not his opinion “That His Sweetheart/Partner Truly Doesn’t Need To Work” when Elton returns with dry toast and warm tea.

“Even though I’m mad at You . . . . . . I don’t want you to go hungry.” Elton lovingly informs carefully sitting the tray down on the small night stand.

“Noooooooo . . . .” Marshall pitifully whines trying to fully cocoon back up in the blankets.

“You have to eat something.” Elton firmly states pulling away the blankets.

“Come On.” Elton loving coaches; now in full control of the blankets and pulling them to the foot of the bed.

“You’re sleeping in your clothes.” Elton agitatedly whines, sitting down by his Baby’s waist and unzipping his sweat jacket.

“I’m sick.” Marshall childlessly whines slightly slumping up so his Sweetheart can remove his jacket, god forbid he be seen in public in wrinkled clothes.

“Open . . . bite . . .” Elton lovingly says after laying the jacket at the foot of the bed and grabbing a piece of toast and holding it up to perfect lips.

Marshall takes the piece of toast, chewing the bite as he flops back down and Elton pulls off his sweat pants, and then neatly folds them and places both pieces on top of the small dresser.

“Sit up before you choke.” Elton lovingly says sitting down at his waist.

“You wouldn’t need a Job.” Slim sarcastically laughs slowly fully pulling up.

“Marshall Bruce Mathers III . . . That Definitely Wasn’t Funny!” Elton emotionally cries out after reminding his heart body and soul to function again after such a sick comment.

“Sorry.” Marshall quickly apologizes with the best take pity smile that he can muster; truly wishing that they could just curl up in bed and sleep till Detroit.

“It’s plain American Lipton tea.” Elton informs handing over a tea cup; his Baby not into the variety of tea’s that their Princess and he enjoy.

“Eat every crumb and drink every drop and I’ll let you sleep.” Elton loving propositions holding up the saucer of toast as his Baby takes a sip of the tea.

“I want you to listen to me . . .” Elton loving begins but stops holding up his hand as his Baby starts to speak.

“Nooo Just listen . . . . I Love You . . . and there is Nothing and I truly mean Nothing in this World . . . Universe that can or ever will stop me from Loving You.” Elton lovingly explains taking his perfect hand into his.

“I Love You.” Marshall emotionally whispers quickly pulling him into a deep passionate kiss, the saucer of toast falling to the floor.

“Nooooooo.” Elton breathlessly moans stopping his Baby from positioning over him by quickly sitting up.

“Baby . . .” Elton tearfully whines now standing by the bed.

“In the last eight months . . . . it’s like I’ve been reborn . . . as if I gotten a second wind. I feel creative again. And it’s because of Your and Princess Love . . .” Elton emotionally cries.

“Please don’t cry.” Marshall softly pleads quickly grabbing his hands.

“How can I convince you that I’m not going anywhere?” Elton emotionally cries wrapping tightly around his Baby.

“Okay . . . . okay . . .” Marshall softly mumbles trying to dislodge from his Sweetheart.

“Vegas Here We Come.” Slim playfully sings out flopping back in the bed.

Elton takes the comment as a small step in the ongoing battle with his Baby’s insecurities.

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