~ School Shopping ~

“Hi.” Elton nervously says, walking into his California hotel suite, and coming face to face with a very agitated expression.

“Hi.” Marshall forces his self to nicely respond, getting up from the sofa and taking the shopping bags from him and calmly setting them down in the nearest chair.

“You coming in?” Marshall nonchalantly asks flopping back on the sofa glancing back at Elton still standing at the door as if a deer caught in head lights.

“I ca . . .” Elton nervously says; slowly walking over.

“Don’t!” Marshall firmly states, agitatedly throwing up a hand.

“I should’ve known whose idea it was to go school shopping in California.” Marshall agitatedly comments to really no one, jumping up from the sofa.

“Does she know your here?” Elton quickly asks; praying he won’t kill him with Princess across the hall.

“Do you know . . . . that I had to Wait . . . . . in the Fuckin’ Parking Lot? . . . . Till One Of Her Security Recognized ME? Because No One’s cares to leave their Phone On! Paul thinks it’s Fuckin’ Hilarious!” Marshall agitatedly explains, pacing around the room.

“I’m Not Done!” Marshall angrily states as Elton heads towards the bedroom.

“When your calm we’ll talk.” Elton calmly says, before leaving the room.

Marshall totally agitated storms around the large suite growling and mumbling to him self for several long moments before flopping back on the sofa.

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“Are you calm yet?” Elton nonchalantly asks; walking back into the room a little over an hour later to find his Baby slumped down on the sofa flipping through the TV channels.

“Princess and I are having dinner in about thirty minutes.” Elton calmly informs grabbing the shopping bags ignoring the growl as he returns to the bedroom.

“Guess I Have to Be!” Marshall loudly sarcastically comments to the empty room.

“I need to know if you’re going to dinner or going to continue to pout that you had to wait in a parking lot.” Elton asks about ten minutes later walking back into the room.

“Yes.” Marshall says with a smile that he could spot a mile away as fake.

“Yes as in your going to dinner or going to pout?” Elton sarcastically asks, adjusting his tie with the help of a large mirror.

“Yes . . . I’m going to dinner.” Marshall agitatedly states standing.

“Then Smile and be Happy.” Elton firmly instructs, walking over to him.

“Put your glasses on.” Elton firmly states, hoping they’ll hide the agitation, adjusting his sweet jacket up on his muscular shoulders.

“I’m Not Two.” Marshall agitatedly states taking a step back, hating when he adjusts his clothes.

“Just because you’re mad at me I don’t want you to ruin Princess’ day.” Elton quickly interrupts.

“I’m Happy!” Marshall tries to nicely state, and Elton sarcastically laughs.

“You need Practice.” Elton suggests with a light touch to his perfect chest and then heads to the door.

“I’m really Happy.” Marshall defensively states following close behind.

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Dinner is very pleasant both men deeply enjoying Princess’ company. She overly excited about the surprise of her father. Jubilantly explains the private showings of the best designer clothes and private fittings. Elton silently praying she will just happen to forget about the private meetings with Mead, Paper Mate and Dell, but in exceptional detail she explains that she’ll never need school supplies again.

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Elton nervously slips into his Baby’s suite and into his bed.

“Good Night Sweet Dreams.” Marshall sincerely whispers, as his partner is spooning in behind him.

“Good Night Sweet Dreams.” Elton softly whispers placing a kiss on his perfect muscular back.

Both men silently praying that one day they can openly school shop together with Princess.

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