Second Chance ~ 21

Marshall returns to Detroit and carefully explains everything to Hailie and within several hours ushered back to his private jet, for New York with Hailie, Aunt Barbara and extra security.

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Carly’s Tuesday morning is just like any other work day morning, except for the two large muscular men, that Madison seems to be getting attached too. He thinking it’s great having two giants around. Carly heads off to work, after firmly explaining too Max and Kyle that it’s not necessary to follow Madison to the babysitters next door, that it’s his God parents and that if Dru needed them they would call. Dru finds it very helpful when she takes the children out side to play, and they rush out of the house to Madison, putting them to work with important ball tossing and pushing on swings, and riding toys. Finding it unbelievable that two thugs could be so gently with children.

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Once in New York with Paul’s help and lots of phone calls Marshall takes care of several concerns involving Carly and a private shopping spree at a Toy’s R Us and several other shops with Hailie and B. Afterwards heading to the MTV’s TRL Studio, Carson is his usual dorky self, and the TRL Producer explains the same shit routine that he explained the last time, Marshall half listening his mind wondering off to what Madison is doing.

On stage Carson does his usual Thanks for coming. How are you doing? Then leads into Cleaning Out My Closet, after the video and the fans half way settle down Carson asks Marshall his future plans that the Eminem Show tour would be ending soon.

Marshall explains in detail that he plans to take time of to spend with his children, and when ask to define the word children, he nonchalantly explains that he is missin’ out on the little things, like all the after school clubs and actives in Hailie’s life, and just by accident he just happened to be home when his son Madison took his first steps the other day. Marshall’s confession sends the fans into an eerie quite shock and the news room yelling into Carson’s ear piece to keep him talking. Which isn’t hard and he proudly explains every little detail of Madison’s features and ways. When Marshall makes the comment that Madison acts just like Hailie did at that age, Carson asks how Kim is doing and he firmly explains that she Is Not Madison’s mother. Carson tries to recover by asking how his relationship with his co-star from 8 Mile is going and Marshall sarcastically points out to Carson that he shouldn’t read those trashy magazines from the check out lines, that he doesn’t have a relationship with Brittany Murphy.

Marshall sincerely explains that Madison and his mother, like their privacy, and that was all that Carson was going to get on the subject, then mingles with the fans for several moments before leaving the studio. Not answering any questions dealing with Madison’s full name, or who the mother is or where they live.

MTV Producers begging for a sit down interview, and Marshall declining even after they offer and insane amount of money. They even follow him and his entourage to the waiting limo still pleading and Marshall simply waves bye. Once in the limo Marshall’s mind goes into over drive on how he was going to explain to Carly that he couldn’t hold it in anymore that he has a son, maybe pleading insanity and lot’s of flowers. Scratching the flowers praying the gift in his pocket will work cause she already know that he is crazy.

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Dru watches the television screen speechless praying to the all might God that Carly has mercy on his soul, knowing in her heart that her best friend’s nightmare is coming true.

After work Carly watches the little bit of tape that Dru taped and quickly calls Marshall on his cel phone, and angrily calls him everything but Marshall Mathers. When he can’t take anymore of the yelling he puts Hailie on the phone praying that will calm her down.

Marshall gets back on the phone and assures Carly that everything is going to work out cause he said nothing about last names or where they lived, and he would call her after his appearance on 106 and Park, promising to try really hard on keeping his big mouth closed. Which Carly knows will be impossible now that the world knows about Madison.

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After dinner Carly sits on the sofa with her lap top trying to catch up on some business proposal, taking yesterday off putting a few things behind, while Madison plays on the floor with his favorite building blocks. Max and Kyle back at their hotel. One returning for the nightshift of sleeping on the sofa after Carly firmly explained that she just needed a few hours alone.

“Why don’t you have the TV on?” Dru excitedly yells rushing through the front door.

“I turned it off!” Carly agitatedly states, not wanting to hear another special report about Eminem having a love child with a mystery woman.

“He dangled a doll over the side of a hotel balcony.” Dru excitedly rambles, turning the TV on and flipping through the channels

“He What?” Carly agitatedly asks.

“You think all this is funny.” Carly sarcastically says with a laugh, watching her best friend excitedly flip through the TV channels.

“HI Aunt D. Where’s Kevvy?” Madison cheerfully comments, struggling to get up with his toys all around.

“SHIT! I bet it’s already on the net.” Dru rambles sitting down on the sofa and pulling Carly’s laptop to her and saving the document and opening the homepage.

“Aunt D said a bad word.” Madison points out finally getting to his feet, and walking over to them.

“I was working.” Carly comments taking a block that Madison is handing her.

“I wanna see too!” Madison states trying to get between them and Carly pulls him up on her lap.

Several minutes of surfing the net, there on the screen in front of them are pictures of Marshall dangling one of Hailie’s dolls over the hotel balcony.

“Daddy.” Madison happily comments, looking at the screen, and Dru looks at them strangely.

“Did you hear him?” Dru asks.

“Yeah it’s Daddy.” Carly says, kissing the back of his head.

“He calls everything daddy.” Carly defensively says noticing Dru’s expression.

“No he doesn’t!” Dru firmly states.

“Madison who’s this?” Dru asks, holding up the laptop closer to him.

“Daddy.” Madison says, glancing at the screen then strangely at Aunt D.

“Down.” Madison says already bored with the pictures, and Carly lets him down and he goes back to playing.

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“Hello.” Carly sleepily mumbles into the phone.

“Did I wake you?” Marshall nervously asks.

“Noooo . . . . I’m just partying with my homies.” Carly sleepily sarcastically mumbles, lifting up and glancing at the clock that reads two forty am.

“Without me.” Marshall pitifully says with a laugh.

“I tried to call! But you were to busy playing with dolls.” Carly sarcastically says, pulling up in the bed a little.

“You already know.” Marshall pitifully comments.

“How could I not! It’s on every television station. There playing it after the famous TRL performance on the hour every hour.” Carly agitatedly explains.

“It’s not my fault they were yelling to see Madison so I went out to talk to them.” Marshall defensively explains.

“With a doll and a pare of underwear.” Carly sarcastically quickly comments.

“Why a pair of underwear?” Carly curiously asks.

“Boxers!” Marshall quickly corrects.

“Alright boxers.” Carly corrects herself with a laugh.

“They were NEW!” Marshall defensively states with a laugh.

“That’s a good thing but why?” Carly asks, trying not to laugh to be the serious adult in the conversation.

“Hailie and B went shopping and bought me boxers t-shirts and socks and they were still lying in the chair it’s better than socks cotton is a lot easier to autograph than thick ass socks.” Marshall rambles in one continuous breath.

“I see your point!” Carly sarcastically comments with a laugh.

“I much rather have a pair of your boxers than your socks. I’m sure the little boy who caught them will surely take them to school tomorrow for Show And Tell.” Carly quickly sarcastically explains.

“Little Boy?” Marshall curiously asks.

“Yes Marshall little boy! I think they said he was eight.” Carly explains.

“Well maybe his parents will sell them on ebay and the money will send him to college.” Marshall quickly defensively says.

“Full of Shit tonight aren’t we.” Carly says with a laugh, but it running through her mind that it really makes since and if she was the little boys mother that’s what she would do and put the money in the bank to grow interest till he was ready for college.

“You still there?” Marshall asks, after a few minutes of silence, pulling her from her thoughts about the little boy.

“Yeah . . . why the mask?” Carly asks.

“You got Barbara Walters with ya?” Marshall jokingly asks.

“No just can’t wait to hear your logic that I love so much.” Carly says with a laugh.

“Soooo . . . . you love me?” Marshall nervously asks.

“I will always love you and your strange ways.” Carly truthfully admits.

“Sooooooo . . . . do I get the whole story?” Carly asks, after several minutes of silence, Marshall getting lost in staring at the black box in his hand.

“Well Barbara all the hotels have those masks lately cause of that big flu thing that went around, and remember several months ago when Wacko Jackson held one of his rugrats over the balcony . . .” Marshall rambles.

“Marshall! You wouldn’t want anyone calling your children rugrats!” Carly quickly interrupting his rambling.

“They Know Better!” Marshall quickly firmly states.

“Are they still out there?” Carly quickly asks, praying everyone knows better.

“Yeah . . . Hailie wanted to go out and tell them to quite down, she likes the fans but not all the yelling.” Marshall explains.

“She actually wants to be a Movie Star . . . . . . .but over my fuckin’ dead body!” Marshall sarcastically states, just the thought of her being a wimpy actress making him agitated.

“Marshall! You can’t live her life for her.” Carly carefully points out.

“NO!” Marshall firmly states.

“I don’t want her to be an actress either! But if you keep saying no she’ll keep saying yes. I think she’ll make a great lawyer.” Carly carefully explains.

“NO!” Marshall states in an almost in a childish tone.

“Is that the only word you know?” Carly jokingly asks, knowing Marshall has this great father plan for Hailie never working, just being his little girl for ever even when she is fifty.

“NO! . . . . my children will NOT have to Work . . . struggle!” Marshall firmly states.

“Don’t get your boxers in a twist.” Carly jokingly comments, as he is taking a breath to continue.

“You sure are worried about my boxers tonight.” Marshall quickly comments, his cock quickly getting a mind of its own and thinking about the thin cotton shorts and tank tops that she always slept in.

“Morning!” Carly quickly corrects, making Marshall’s situation worse with thoughts of waking up beside her.

“Tomorrow night . . . I can give you a private showing of my boxers . . . . since you’re so fascinated with them.” Marshall seductively says, hating how just this one woman could do this to him with just her voice.

“Around your ankles?” Carly seductively asks, quickly throwing her hand over her mouth not believing what she just asked, quickly jumping from the bed and clicking on the light.

“Sweetheart . . . you still there?” Marshall asks after sitting up in the bed and clicking on the light, after hearing a lot of fumbling around on her end, wishing he could see how red her face is at that moment.

“Mmmmuh” Carly mumbles, after walking around the bed and sitting down on the other side.

“So what time will you be here tomorrow? Are you sure you won’t be followed? How many days do you have free?” Carly nervously rambles, and Marshall laughs.

“And they say I talk fast.” Marshall comments with another laugh.

“I should be there around eleven, I being very careful about who knows the plan, and as many nights free as you need.” Marshall explains.

“I leave for work around eight. I can leave the key hidden and you can come . . . let your self in. Instead of going to a hotel. If you like you can pick Madison up at Dru’s. Your sure you’re not gonna be followed?” Carly nervously rambles, Marshall smiling staring at the black box in his hand, trying to focus on her questions comments to answer them correctly.

“First off! I don’t want you to be at work but I know that’s like talking to the fuckin’ wall so we’ll skip that one for now. Where do you wanna hide the key and Yes! I want to pick up Madison. AND I’m trying like hell not to be followed!” Marshall answers, Carly’s mind drifting off to if the press would find out where Madison lives.

“Maybe you should wait for a couple of days for everything to quite down a little.” Carly quickly comments.

“Hell No! Fuck Them! I’m not letting anything keep me from my son! Anything!” Marshall angrily sporadically yells, quickly regretting it, his heart yelling Carly is only trying to protect their son.

“Sorry.” Marshall quickly sincerely says, knowing his fame has already affected Hailie’s life, what giving him the right to take Madison’s shooting through his heart, a father suppose to protect his children not put them in harm.

“Remember the large potted plant on the deck? I’ll lay the key down in it.” Carly says after a few intense moments of silence.

“Okay.” Marshall mumbles, his heart second guessing his trip.

“It’s getting late . . . early . . . I have to get up in a couple hours.” Carly nervously says.

“Okay . . . I’ll see you tomorrow. Give Madison a kiss for me in the morning.” Marshall nervously says.

“I will . . . Good Night . . . . Morning.” Carly says with a laugh.

“Good Morning.” Marshall says with a laugh, praying this will be the last night morning that they’ll be in a different time zone.

“Bye.” They say in unison, and hang up as their hearts are yelling out I Love You.

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