Second Chance 12

Carly rushes back to the living room to find Marshall still on the floor, now lying on his back making several funny noises, lifting Madison up and down in the air above him, Madison giggling and slobbering, and quietly turns around and goes back up stairs, the emotions of today’s events overcome her.

“I hate when you cry.” Marshall says as he sits down beside her and nudges her with his shoulder, with Madison tightly in his arms.

“Mommy why are you crying? Do you have a boo boo?” Madison asks in concern, as he tries to stand up.

“I . . . I didn’t want to interrupt.” Carly sincerely explains as she wipes the tears from her face.

“You wouldn’t have been interrupting.” Marshall sincerely says, as he leans over and places a kiss on her cheek.

“I wanna give kisses.” Madison states as he tries to get to Carly.

“I’m starving!” Marshall comments, as he tries to sit Madison down on his lap, but him insisting on standing, holding tightly to the medallion.

“You have to put that under your t-shirt before he breaks it.” Carly says, as she glances at them then behind her at the clock on the nightstand.

“I’m not gonna break it!” Madison states as he smiles at Marshall.

“So!” Marshall states, as Carly stands while rolling her eyes.

“Let’s go see what I have to eat.” Carly says, as she thinks about how much the medallion cost and how much it means to him, and too each person who wears one.

“Mac and cheese!” Madison voice his opinion, over them talking

“Everything you have is frozen!” Marshall comments as they’re leaving the bedroom and Carly glances back at him.

“I was going to cook.” Marshall says in his most pitiful voice, as Carly laughs at the thought of Marshall cooking.

“Can you cook mac and cheese? It’s my favorite!” Madison says with a large smile.

“I use to be a cook!” Marshall firmly states as he follows her through the house to the kitchen, Madison still in his arms, holding tightly to the medallion, listening to them.

“I know you use to cook! BUT that was a long time ago! This what you were gonna cook?” Carly asks as she holds up sausage that’s been sitting on the table for god knows how long.

“How long ago? Maybe we should leave the cooking to Mommy. I also like applesauce and bananas and cookies.” Madison sincerely explains.

“Yeah.” Marshall defensively states with a quick glance, then turning his attention back to Madison who seems to be explaining something.

“You really need to put him down. You’re gonna spoil him.” Carly comments as she begins to look through the grocery bags on the table, and Marshall quickly sits Madison down on the floor.

“Heah! Hold Me! I can’t see everything down here!” Madison whines as he tugs on Marshall sweatpants.

“I didn’t mean right this second! Keep him occupied while I figure out what he’s having for dinner. Then we’ll figure out what we’re having.” Carly says with a laugh as she walks over to the cabinets.

“None of that root stuff!” Marshall states as he quickly picks Madison back up, but quickly realizing he just told on himself, as Carly looks over at him in amazement.

“Thank You! I really don’t like them. They have no taste. I prefer banana cookies they taste really good.” Madison explains to Marshall.

“How many cabinets did you go through? Is white turkey stew with rice okay with you?” Carly sarcastically asks as she holds out the Gerber’s microwave meal for both of them to see before placing it in the microwave, then quickly getting out applesauce from the refrigerator to go with it, and spooning it out on a divide plate as the bell on the microwave goes off.

“I really want mac and cheese, but it’ll be alright. Applesauce!” Madison excitedly says as he sees Mommy getting it out of the refrigerator.

“Put him in the high chair.” Carly says as she is spooning the dinner out on the plate, not looking over at them.

“Squeezes the middle leaver and then pull it out! Squeezes Then Pull! You’re Not Listening To Me!” Madison tries to explain, as he holds tightly to the medallion and the sleeve of Marshall t-shirt, who’s getting agitated with the modern day highchair.

“Stop.” Carly says laughing, as she turns around and sees him struggling with the high chair, while trying to hold tightly to Madison.

“It’s a right hand thing!” Carly jokily comments, loving the fact that she could comment about the right left hand thing, just like they use to do, as she squeezes the lever in the middle of the tray and easily pulls the tray out.

“You didn’t have Madison in your hands!” Marshall defensively states, as he places Madison in the seat, and buckles him in.

“Yeah! He didn’t want to drop me!” Madison states in Marshall defense.

“I still did it with one hand.” Carly jokily comments, as she remembers the bib and quickly rushes over to a drawer and pulls one out.

“Mommy! I don’t need a bib! Tell mommy I don’t need a bib And I Can Feed

“You bought the THING! You read the directions!” Marshall confidently states as Carly laughs as she places the bib on Madison, and then begins to feed him, as Marshall sits down.

“The objective is to get as much of it in the stomach as possible. While he tries to help you.” Carly not really knowing why but explains, as she makes faces at Madison who eating, but keeping a close eye on Marshall.

“Go in the other room and put the medallion under your shirt.” Carly says as she continues to feed Madison, but totally fascinated at how fascinated Madison is with Marshall, knowing Madison is not at all socialable with strangers, and thinking maybe it’s just the medallion.

“Madison is a smart child! He’s gonna know it’s under my shirt.” Marshall defensively states, not wanting to know the answer to what he knows Carly is thinking, as he places his hand over the medallion, but finding himself standing.

Marshall leaves the kitchen, and takes off the necklace not thinking twice at how much the medallion means to him and D-12, and places it on the television as he is looking down at the eight by ten picture of Madison and Carly who look so happy without him.

Marshall returns to the kitchen after several minutes to find Madison starting to attempt to feed himself, and Carly smiling watching, and he sits back down trying not to draw attention to himself.

“Is the entourage still out front?” Carly asks after a few minutes of silence, as they both watch Madison eat.

“Don’t know.” Marshall comments as he slowly gets up and moves to the chair behind Carly.

“You didn’t look?” Carly sarcastically asks, knowing Marshall doesn’t go anywhere with out his entourage, trying to ignore how close Marshall is getting.

“I Love You and Madison. Thank You for a perfect Sunday.” Marshall whispers as he is placing small kisses over the back Carly’s neck, and her breathing becomes uneven.

“Marshall.” Carly struggles to say as she moves to the edge of her seat.

“Marshall . . . go see if Proof and Box and who ever the rest of them are would like to come in and order pizza.” Carly sincerely says

“Can I just call?” Marshall pitifully asks, as Carly takes the spoon from Madison and he very loudly cries objection, and then Carly quickly hands a very pissed off Madison to Marshall.

“I’ll go asks.” Carly states over Madison objection, but comes totally speechless at Madison coming perfect content in Marshall’s arms.

“Go Ask.” Marshall states in confidents, as both of them look at Madison, who’s smiling.

“You Trader!” Carly playfully comments as she tickles Madison’s around his bellybutton, knowing he is very ticklish there, just like his father.

“Dinner.” Marshall states as he struggles to hold onto a squirming Madison who giggling, as Carly tickles him.

“Okay you go ask your friends and I’ll call Dru and see if they’ve had dinner.” Carly comments as she reaches for Madison.

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