Second Chance 17

Carly begins bushing her teeth, as Marshall walks into the bathroom and sits down on the side of the tub and begins to watch.

“What are you doing?” Carly asks, trying not to spit toothpaste, glancing over at him who’s opening the conditioner and then shampoo and smelling them.

“Well I thought it wouldn’t be very gentlemen like to piss while you’re brushing your teeth.” Marshall nonchalantly says, placing the shampoo bottle back on the other side of the tub, remembering how much he loved the smell of Tropical Coconut.

“Thank You.” Carly sarcastically says, as she goes back to brushing her teeth, but finding it very hard to do so with him watching, but finishes and wipes her face, as Marshall tires desperately to control his manly hormones that are totally aroused by watching the most perfect woman in the world brush her teeth.

“All Yours.” Carly simply states with a smile then leaves, and goes into her bedroom and turns on the television and crawls into bed, getting comfortable for her Sunday night ritual of watching television.

After several minutes as Carly flips though the television channels, Marshall crawls up in the bed.

“What are you doing NOW?” Carly asks, as Marshall begins to fluff a pillow.

“Tryin’ to get comfortable. When did you start sleeping on the right side? Can we swap?” Marshall curiously asks, hating the ideal of sleeping on the left side of the bed, but loving the ideal of being this close to her.

“No we can’t swap! You can’t sleep here.” Carly seriously states totally amazed that he thinks they’re going to sleep in the same bed, but memories of the first night they sleep in a bed together quickly rushes to her mind.

“What If you Can’t fight the urge to climb, cling, or insert?” Carly quickly adds, as she remembers how he tried not to be cocky that night, but how he use to be after they got to know each other, though she never minded at the time, and wouldn’t mind now if things wasn’t so complicated.

“What if you can’t fight the urge to climb on my large . . . .” Marshall quickly comes back with but stops with a laugh, as he drapes his arm over her.

“Never thought I would live to hear the great Eminem sensor himself when it came to his manhood.” Carly says with a laugh as she turns to face him, hating how cozy it’s becoming, as he laughs also.

“Didn’t know what would get you more aroused Massive Cock, Dick, Hard On! But Manhood is god for me if it’s good for you.” Marshall seductively whisper in her ear, as he pulls her small body to him, and starts placing small kisses on her neck.

“What about Brittany” Carly quickly asks, fighting to breathe as she feels his firm muscular body against her.

“Brittany?” Marshall asks in a whisper as he kisses over her neck, as he his body weight forces her to her back.

“Brittany . . . your alleged girlfriend . . . the female . . . living in your . . . your . . . . house.” Carly struggles to state loving the feel of his hot wet lips on her skin, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“How do you know about Brittany?” Marshall asks, realizing what she is talking about, quickly pulling up and looking down at her in the dimly lit room.

“I have my finger on the pulse of the World! I know everything!” Carly confidently states, wanting to keep one up on him, but really just wanting to continue but knows it’s not right.

“Check Your Fuckin’ Pulse Again!” Marshall firmly states, but quickly realizing his loud tone and Madison sleeping across the hall and quickly takes a deep breath and trying to tighten his hold on her.

“The Bitch was living in a hotel. She was lonely! . . . . One thing lead to another. . . . It’s been over. . . she only staying at the house till she finds a place.” Marshall sincerely explains, as Carly struggles to free herself from his muscular arms.

“Marshall! The last couple hours have been Very Nice . . . . . Please let’s just keep it that way. You don’t have to be nice to me . . . . I’m not going to sue you for child support . . . . or go to the press . . .” Carly sincerely says with all her heart body and soul, but knowing in her heart he’s the only man she’ll every love.

“You really think that this IS What This Is All About . . . . . . . . . . . .” Marshall angrily interrupts, quickly sitting up in the bed.

“I’ve seen . . . . what happens to people that don’t listen to you.” Carly struggles to say, moving up in the bed leaning against the headboard, as he watches from the middle of the bed on his knees.

“You have to believe me I didn’t know . . . . I didn’t plan . . . . it just happened . . . . . I toke the pill everyday . . . . I took them Faithfully . . . . . I know you didn’t want anymore children . . . . I just couldn’t . . . . do it . . . . . . . Madison is my world just like Hailie is yours . . . . . I don’t except or want anything from you . . . I’ve never told anyone and I promise I never will . . . .” Carly sincerely explains, praying he won’t explode.

“STOP! . . . . . . . You’ve . . . . . Carly?” Marshall totally confused with thoughts rushing through his mind struggles to say, jumping from the bed and begins to pace around the dimly lit room.

“I’ve never stop loving you! That night at the restaurant after seeing you again, I decided to stop feeling sorry for myself, and do anything I had too, whatever the consequences To Bring You Back In My Life! AND THAT was before I knew about Madison!” Marshall sincerely explains, slowly sitting back on the bed in front of her, who’s nervously sitting with her legs drawn up in front of her with arms tightly wrapped around them, watching him very carefully.

“When I saw the picture on the television, I knew who Madison was . . . . even though it was just a picture, that same feeling that I had the first time I saw Hailie. When Mrs. Baldwin handed him to me. It really did cross my mind to run with him. Make you Pay for what you’ve done!” Marshall explains, but quickly stops as Carly begins to cry.

“Please don’t cry I really don’t like when you cry.” Marshall sincerely pleads, as his hands gently wipe the tears from her cheeks.

“You need to Calm down. I’m not going to take Madison from you. It’s just as much my fault as it is yours that life has turned out like it has.” Marshall compassionately says in a reassuring tone, gently taking her shaking body into his arms, as she continues to cry uncontrollably.

“I’ve never stopped loving you either.” Carly struggles to say between her crying, resting her head on his chest, as he tightens his arms securely around her.

“I Love You!” Marshall sincerely says, slightly pulling her away and looking down at her with a large smile of relief, and then forcing her to her back, resting his body half on and half off hers.

“I Love You.” Carly tries to say, as he passionately kisses her.

“So! What do we do now that we’ve realized that we’ve been very stupid and wasted a lot of time?” Marshall curiously asks, propping up on his elbow and looks down at her with a smile.

“I really don’t know . . . . . but normal people call it a Second Chance.” Carly says leaning up on her elbows, and then giving him a quick kiss on the lips.

“Let’s go to Cancun!” Marshall quickly says as he sits up, knowing Paul could handle the consequences of him not showing up at TRL and maybe several shows.

“Cancun?” Carly quickly asks totally confused, looking up at him, who’s now standing over her with a large smile on his face.

“Yeah! Cancun! Mexico, blue water, vacation, lots of sun, sand and what every else.” Marshall excitedly explains sitting down beside her as she sitting up.

“Marshall! . . . .” Carly states with a deep breathe as he takes her hands into his.

“Nooooo . . . . . let’s go to Cancun. Don’t think logically on me.” Marshall pleads almost in a childish tone, but knowing they’re not going to Cancun.

“Marshall we can’t just pick up and . . . .” Carly tries to explain, but he quickly interrupts.

“I promise we’ll have fun! Just think about it. Laying in bed in the morning with nowhere to go that is till Hailie and Madison wake up We really do need to tell Hailie.” Marshall quickly in one continuous breathe explains as he imagines the perfect vacation, but suddenly stops when he thinks about how excited Hailie is going to be when she knows that Carly is back, knowing she has never stop talking about her, but worries about her reaction about having a little brother.

“Building sand castles, site seeing and do what every people do on a vacation.” Marshall excitedly explains, as Carly rolls her eyes and waits for him to stop rattling.

“Uh . . . No! Water in other countries is bad for you!” Carly says, the only excuse she can think of at the moment, as he pitifully looks at her.

“I’m sorry. But No.” Carly quickly adds with a yawn, hating his pitiful expression.

“Think about?” Marshall quickly asks, as she realizes that he’s never taken a vacation, never wanted to, being Eminem always came first.

“I’ll think about it.” Carly says, as her mind wonders off to times that Hailie and her both pleaded with him just to take a day off to go somewhere fun with them, as he is laying back in the bed and pulling her into his arms.

“Promise.” Marshall whispers, placing a kiss on the top of her head, that’s now resting on his chest.

“Promise.” Carly aggresses, as she listens to his heart calmly beating.

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