Second Chance 16

An hour passes with Marshall and Carly playing with Madison, before she notices the time and announces bath time. Marshall follows and sits on the bathroom counter and watches Madison have a blast splashing around in the tub, and firmly voicing his opinion when it comes to an end.

While Carly takes Madison to his room to dress him for bed, Marshall goes down to the kitchen and sits down at the small desk in the corner and calls Hailie, desperately wanting to tell her about Madison but deciding on Wednesday when he sees her again would be best, as he talks with Hailie he can’t help but read little sticky notes and notes on a large calendar, and what concerns him most is the bills. After talking with Hailie he quickly writes down a few things on a sticky note and shoves it in his pocket, and is about to make a call on his cel-phone when Carly walks into the room.

“You can take a shower now. The bathroom is back in order.” Carly says with a laugh but stops as she looks at him, wondering what he is up to.

“I want you and Madison to come with me to New York I have to be on TRL on Tuesday and then I’m going home for two days we can tell Hailie together I really need you there with me.” Marshall nervously rattles in one continuous breathe, as he walks up to her.

“Marshall . . . . . I . . . . I’m sorry . . . . I just can’t pick up and leave for three days. I have a job. Madison has a routine.” Carly struggles to say, hating the hurt that is coming in Marshall’s eyes, and how close he is standing.

“Alright! Play hooky on Wednesday and come home.” Marshall sincerely pleads, as he moves even closer to her debating whether to put his hands on her, but she quickly places her hands on his chest stopping him from coming any closer.

“Marshall! This is my home!” Carly states as she quickly turns and walks into the living room with him very close behind.

“Why do you always do that?” Marshall asks as he sits down on the sofa beside her as they both glance over at Madison playing beside the toy box.

“Do what?” Carly asks in a confused tone, as he moves even closer to her.

“Say Marshall in that tone.” Marshall says as he takes her right hand into his.

“What tone?” Carly says with a forced smile.

“That tone as if you’re talking to a five year old. When you start off with my name in that tone I know it’s not gonna be good.” Marshall explains as he quickly glances at Madison playing then places a kiss on Carly’s neck.

“It’s like my early warning thing, that sometimes I don’t catch onto until afterwards.” Marshall attempts to explain as he places small kisses on her neck.

“Marshall! Please get over there.” Carly struggles to say, waving her free hand towards the other side of the sofa.

“See you did it again.” Marshall says with a laugh, but doesn’t attempt to move.

“I did not! . . . . Just . . . . just I thought you wanted to take a shower.” Carly says struggling to think of something to say.

“We’ll finish this when I get out of the shower.” Marshall quickly states with a wicked expression as he kisses her quickly on the lips then gets up and rushes up the steps.

Carly takes several deep breathes as her fingertips subconsciously caress over her bottom lip, drifting off on how to make sense of the last couple hours, the last couple of days.

Carly is quickly pulled from her thoughts as a large furry monster is pushed onto her lap and she quickly looks down at Madison smiling up at her.

“I need a drink.” Madison states as he tries to pull himself onto Mommy’s lap, and she quickly lifts him into her arms.

“You ready for bed?” Carly asks as he holds tightly to Elmo, but stands on her lap as she holds him tightly by his waist.

“Not really. But I’m ready for my milk and story.” Madison says, as he caress over Elmo as Carly slightly forces him to sit on her lap.

Carly carries Madison into the kitchen and fixes him a sippy cup full of milk, while juggling him on her hip like so many nights before this, with Elmo dangling by his arm that’s tightly held by Madison’s little hand.

“You seem to like . . . . . . . . . Marshall . . . . . . . . . . did you have fun at Granny’s?” Carly stutters finding it very hard to talk to her son for the first time, as innocent crystal blue eyes look up at her, as she sits back down on the sofa.

“You’re doing that shaking thing like Marshall does alot, but atleast you’re sitting down.” Madison thinks as he drinks his milk.

“Remember me telling you about your Daddy? . . . . . . . . . . how he is a very lovely, caring man . . . . and that . . . . . . . and that we both love you . . . . . . . . . . it’s just that we didn’t get along with each other.” Carly struggles to explain, as she mind drifts to all the conversion she’s had with Madison about his father, trying desperately for Madison to never hate him as much as he does his father.

“I think it’s time for little man to go to bed.” Carly lovely whispers as she kisses the top of Madison’s head, as tears form in her eyes, as her brain and heart tries to figure out how to tell Madison that he met his father today.

Carly slowly takes Madison and Elmo to his room, and picks up the story book resting on the top of the three shelf bookcase and sits down in the white adult rocker and opens the book and begins to read as she cradles a very sleepy Madison, and as usual he is asleep before the end of the book, but as she begins to close the book, Marshall whose been listening to her read from the door way, quietly walks into the room and knells down in front of her.

“Finish.” Marshall softly whispers, as he places his hands on her hands, stopping her from closing the book all the way, then sits at her feet.

Carly slowly finishes the story and slowly closes the book as Marshall stands and places a kiss on her forehead than Madison’s, then she slowly places a sleeping Madison in his crib and kisses his cheek and wishes him sweet dreams followed by Marshall.

They both then awkwardly stare at each other for several intense moments, before Carly leaves the room and rushes down the steps, desperately needing to put space between her and him.

“So what do you do after he is asleep?” Marshall nervously asks after a few minutes of watching Carly nervously pick up the toys from the floor and go through the overnight bag that Madison took to Granny’s.

“Get ready for the next day.” Carly states leaving the room, and Marshall takes a quick deep breathe and follows.

“Do you want anymore of this before I put it away?” Carly asks as she looks at the left over Chinese food, then a quick glance at Marshall.

“I’m fine.” Marshall says, as he watches her nervously play with the cartons of food, and then quickly putting them in the refrigerator.

After Carly loads the dishwasher and wipes down the counters she quickly goes into the living room and pulls a blanket and pillow out of the closet and hands them to Marshall as he is sitting down on the sofa.

“Good Night.” Carly sincerely says with a smile, and then begins to leave the room.

“Haven’t we tried this before?” Marshall states as he thinks back to the first night they met and she tried to make him sleep on the sofa.

“Sorry! Don’t want to make it boring! Sleep on the floor!” Carly jokily says as she quickly goes over and takes the blanket and pillow from him and drops them in the middle of the floor and then goes up the steps, as thoughts of their first night run through her mind.

“I’m Not Sleeping On No Damn Sofa Or Floor!” Marshall firmly loudly states as he rushes up the steps a few minutes after her.

“Keep Your Voice Down!” Carly threatens in a strong whisper as she rushes from the bathroom, and comes face to face with him.

“Whatda ya gonna do? Beat me with your toothbrush?” Marshall jokingly asks with a silly grin, as Carly rolls her eyes and forces herself not to laugh walking back into the bathroom.

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