Second Chance 22 ~

Morning arrives too soon for Carly, cussing herself for staying on the phone as she goes through her morning routine, explaining to Madison like he really understands that Daddy will pick him at Aunt Dru’s as soon as he gets here. Stopping suddenly hearing how normal it sounded, but her life with Marshall was never and probably never will be normal. The sparkle in her son’s crystal blue eyes makes her think maybe plan B would be the best. A plastic sippy cup hitting the floor brings her from thoughts, letting her know it’s time to head off to work and him off to Aunt Dru’s.

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Just as planned Marshall and his large entourage arrive around eleven and enter through the back sliding glass doors after finding the key were she said it would be.

Hailie energetically bounces around the house, placing several of her gifts to her baby brother in each room, Marshall watching out of the corner of his eye as he talks with security about whom and what shifts, and with Paul about what business needs to be taken care of now that they’re in town.

Aunt B makes her self comfortable, loving the way the bright sunlight shines through the small window over the sink in the kitchen, how neat and organized everything is, nothing fancy small warm homely, the whole house giving her that warm loving feel; that feel she knows her nephew needs and wants so desperately.

Marshall nervously leaves to pick up Madison as Hailie instructs everyone to act normal, demanding NO One is to rush Daddy or Madison when they come back, cause her little brother doesn’t like strangers! And if anyone makes him cry she would personally throw them out of the house. Muscular grown men quietly listen to Little Slim, but Paul can’t resist in asking if she is talking about Madison or Marshall as he sweeps her quickly up in his arms and swings her around.

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Dru knowing the moment was coming but still hesitates before opening the door.

“Hello.” Dru says stepping aside so he can enter.

“Hello.” Marshall nervously says.

“Are you coming in?” Dru sarcastically asks, taking another step back.

“Sorry.” Marshall nervously apologetically says stepping in.

“Carly said . . . did . . . I’m suppose too.” Marshall nervously stutters, hating how the woman standing in front of him, is making him feel so awkward about picking up his son.

“I’m here to pick up Madison!” Marshall firmly states, following her into the living room, where Madison is in a playpen playing.

“Carly told me you were coming.” Dru nonchalantly comments, placing a blanket over her own son that has fallen asleep watching Sesame Street.

“May I?” Marshall politely asks, taking several steps towards the playpen, and Madison quickly turning recognizing his voice, and quickly stands and holds out his hands to be taken excitedly yelling Daddy.

“We need to talk first.” Dru firmly states, motioning for him to sit.

“Hold Up! Dad! Get me out of here!” Madison firmly states between tears, as Marshall sits down.

“DADDY!” Madison cries even louder, and he jumps to his feet, and quickly takes him from the playpen.

“It’s okay.” Marshall soothingly whispers bouncing a little, taking the bottom of his t-shirt and gently wiping away the crocodile size tears from his chubby little cheeks.

“I see you’ve already captured my Godson’s heart . . . BUT break it and you’ll Capture The Rage of Mine!” Dru firmly explains keeping her eyes connected with his.

“Have I made myself clear?” Dru quickly seriously asks arching her eyebrows; his childish acts yesterday no laughing matter today.

“Have I?” Dru calmly asks, after a few seconds of both of them coldly glaring, as Madison plays with the D-12 medallion, tasting to make sure it’s the same one.

“Yes! . . . . now I’m leaving with My son!” Marshall firmly states, trying to stay calm and be happy that Carly has such a close loving friend.

Dru kisses Madison bye and watches them walk across the yard, praying for all the best for Carly and Marshall.

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Marshall enters the back door and everyone nonchalantly disappears into the living room, only leaving an overly excited little girl crying, that rushes to him.

“Why are you crying?” Marshall struggles to ask, squatting down, and Hailie wraps her arms around his neck.

“I’m happy.” Hailie says between tears holding tightly to him, as he struggles to hold both his children in his arms, but falling to his ass with a thump, and Hailie laughs, as Madison begins to cry.

“Sssshhhhhh it’s okay.” Marshall soothingly says, struggling to sit comfortable on the floor with Hailie now between his legs and Madison with a death hold on the medallion and his t-shirt.

“I’m not going to hurt you I’m your Older sister . . . Hailie.” Hailie soothingly whispers caressing over Madison’s back, as Marshall tries to pry his little body away from his.

“Madison its okay . . . . this is Hailie your sister.” Marshall soothingly says, getting him to his lap, but him still having a tight hold on the medallion.

“Hi.” Hailie cheerfully says, finally coming face to face with her little brother, and carefully reaching out and taking his chubby little hand into hers.

“Everything is going to be okay.” Hailie tenderly says quickly looking up into her father for that familiar security.

“Where’s Mommy?” Madison mumbles, bearing his head in Marshall’s chest.

“He wants his Mommy.” Hailie states still holding gently to his little hand, as Marshall struggles to get a hold on his own emotions.

“You want some juice?” Marshall gently asks, and Hailie smiles at her father’s quick thinking and jumps up and rushes to the refrigerator.

“Lunch would be nice!” Madison firmly states, struggling to get out of Marshall’s hold, and he gently lets go.

Hailie struggles to insert the straw in the Capri Juice as Madison excitedly explores the open refrigerator.

“BALL!” Madison excitedly says finding an egg and tossing it, that splats on the floor, bringing Marshall crashing out of his trance of having his children in his arms that will be etched in his heart forever.

“Hold Up!” Marshall frantically states, rushing over, as Madison grabs the cheese, and lets out a deafen yell as Marshall takes it from him, as Aunt Barbara hears the baby cry for a second time and can’t take it anymore and rushes into the room.

“DAD! It’s cheese!” Hailie yells over Madison’s crying, handing him the juice pouch and he quickly calming down.

“Thanks.” Madison politely says, taking a drink as Hailie carefully holds onto it.

“He’s probably hungrier.” Hailie states letting go of the pouch and Madison flops down with it, as she takes a few steps and takes two slice of cheese from the wrapper and then quickly sitting down in front of Madison who flings the juice pouch when he sees what she has.

“Here.” Hailie says, taking the wrap from the slice and breaking off a small piece and handing it to him, and then breaking off a piece for herself.

“Thank you.” Madison sincerely says, taking the piece, and nervously eats it, noticing an old lady now standing very close to his Daddy, who looks as if he is going to fall down.

“Who’s the lady?” Madison nervously asks, taking another piece of cheese, not likening the stranger whispering.

“Where you going?” Hailie asks, quickly kinda of maneuvering him around the broken egg.

“Heah Daddy! Down Here!” Madison cries out, pulling on Marshall’s jeans, and he quickly slides down to the floor, and Madison offers him his slobbery piece cheese. Marshall thinking back to Hailie at this age and how she could slobber over a piece of food then get upset if you didn’t eat it, or get upset when you took the mush away.

“Its cheese it’s not gonna hurt you.” Madison explains, holding it up like Mommy does when she wants him to take a bite.

“You sure it’s really good.” Madison excitedly explains, then quickly decides the hell with it and eats it.

“What some more?” Hailie quickly asks now sitting beside her Dad, thinking it’s going to be cool as shit having a little brother, being a family.

“Hailie no more. We need to eat lunch.” Aunt B sternly says, looking at the food Carly has set out on the counter.

“Who’s the Lady?” Madison agitatedly asks, taking another piece of cheese.

“Hailie why don’t you take him into the living room.” Aunt B says, noticing Marshall

“Come on Maddie I have presents for you in every room.” Hailie carefully explains gently taking his hand and starts to lead him from the room.

“NO!” Madison firmly yells, not wanting to leave his Daddy or the cheese.

“Marshall Bruce Mathers III pull your ass together and get the hell off the floor!” B firmly whispers, but only Madison’s crying pulls him quickly from his thoughts, and he rushes over and picks him up.

“What’s wrong?” Marshall urgently asks.

“I’m WET, thirsty, hungry I want my Mommy!” Madison cries resting his head on Marshall’s chest.

“Maybe he needs a new diaper.” Hailie suggests, knowing Dad really does need some help when it comes to little brother.

“Good thinking!” Marshall happily says.

Marshall and Hailie go to change Madison, as Aunt B cleans the floor and makes lunch for Madison, and looks through the phone book for lunch for Hailie and the rest of the crew.

Lunch is ready for Madison when they return, Hailie insisting they change his clothes. Madison just rolling his eyes, knowing his sister is gonna be just as bad as Mommy about changing his clothes all the time. Little mother hen insists on feeding Madison herself. Marshall tries to warn her that Madison likes to do it his self, so you have to be quick laughing as thoughts of Carly explaining it to him about getting as much as possible in the stomach, before letting him try. After several globs hit the floor and tray, Marshall tries to help but only makes it worse with three hands now fighting over one spoon. B thanking God when Snake arrives with lunch and she takes over feeding Madison, while Marshall and Hailie eat their lunch.

Two hours later Hailie plays on the nursery floor with Madison, while Marshall sits in the rocker just watching, an every now and then sketching them in his notebook.

“Marsh . . . we need to talk.” Box says, walking into the room followed by B, and he knows what’s happening and slowly gets up and follows Box out of the room.

“We have to go . . . . they know.” Box tries to explain the crowd of press and fans that are starting to gather out front.

“FUCK!” Marshall angrily states, pacing around the small hallway.

“I heard that!” Hailie quickly points out, walking out of the nursery.

“Sweetheart . . . you have to go home.” Marshall sincerely starts to explain, kneeling down in front of her.

“I’m Not Leaving Without My Family!” Hailie firmly states, looking directly into her fathers eyes.

“Marshall! Neither of you can stay here! It’s not SAFE!” Box firmly adds his two cents.

“Take B and Hailie to the plane I’m not leaving!” Marshall angrily states, rushing back into the nursery to find B packing Madison’s clothes, and him in the crib looking totally confused.

“What are you doing?” Marshall asks picking Madison up from the crib, and holding him tightly.

“We have to leave . . . . All Of Us! Now go pack Carly some clothes!” B firmly explains taking Madison from him, as Hailie quickly takes the hint and grabs a backpack from the closet floor and starts packing toys she thinks her little brother will want to take.

“What’s going on? Are we going to see the blue water now? Where’s MOMMY!” Madison rambles to anyone that will listen, but everyone seeming too busy to answer, as the old lady puts him back in the crib and he grabs Elmo, as two giants come into the room and just stands at the door.

“Everything is going to be okay. We’re going home; I know you’ll like it.” Hailie explains to Madison after packing the backpack full of toys.

“Where’s MOMMY and DADDY!” Madison demands not liking all the rushing around and yelling.

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Marshall rushes into Carly’s room and throws open the closet, and thanks God noticing right away a large suitcase, picking it up and tossing it to the bed, and unzips it, to find a metal fireproof box. Slowly picking up the box, but it being locked he places it back in the suitcase, thinking it must be important and she’d want to take it.

Throwing several pairs of jeans and sweats suits, and several nice sundresses into the suitcase from the closet, before making his way over to the dresser and pulling open the first drawer.

“Marshall?” B states walking into the room, and finding him just staring down.

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Marshall thinking back to the last day he saw Carly at his lawyers office, and how worried he was that she had pictures and would take them to the press or the internet.

“MARSHALL! I’m Not Going To The Press!” Carly angrily yells, wading up the paper and throwing it at him.

“Well it shouldn’t be that fuckin’ hard!” Marshall angrily states, picking up the paper and angrily unwading it and tossing it back to the table.

“Fine! BUT Mr. Alexander I want you draw up a paper that Clearly STATES that HE can’t every breathe my name in one of his fuckin’ sick lyrics. Then I’ll sign his paper!” Carly firmly explains, forcing herself not to look at Marshall now sitting at the head of the large conference table.

“Marshall . . . all the jewelry . . . pictures . . . even the fuckin’ notes are still in the house! . . . Count them!” Carly angrily states, picking up the credit cards from the table and tossing them at him.

“You wouldn’t fuck know how many it was if GOD came down and told you.” Carly angrily states, picking up the check book and flinging it also.

“Believe ME! I never want to lay eyes on you every again either!” Carly emotionally states in tears rushing from the room.

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“Uh?” Marshall answers, pulling a five by seven frame out, a picture Carly, Hailie and him, when they first got together, everyone in the picture so happy.

“The crowd is getting worse. Box is going to have a heart attack if we don’t leave soon.” B explains as Marshall sits down with the frame, and she hurries in placing under garments in the suitcase, and several other things from the other drawers.

“Pull your self together and take this and grab things from the bathroom!” B firmly states handing him an overnight bag, as she takes the frame with the other hand.

“Hailie Madison?” Marshall asks standing with the bag.

“It’s his nap time and he’s getting very irritable! Hailie is handling it like she always does! Ready to beat the shit out of someone . . . Now Go!” B explains, carefully wrapping a t-shirt around the picture and placing it in the suitcase.

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