Second Chance 7

Marshall sits down in a chaise lounge, and takes in the fresh Minnesota night air, as he waits for his best friend to answer.

“This Better Be Good!” Proof sleepily growls, as he flops back in his bed after glancing at the clock on the nightstand.

“I know it’s late But I really need to talk.” Marshall pitifully says, and then pulls the phone away from his ear, and waits for yelling.

“DAWG! IT’S THREE in the Motherfuckin’ Morning! Are you bleeding?” Proof sleepy asks, but somewhat concern.

“No.” Marshall simply says.

“Are you in jail?” Proof asks in concern as he is rubbing his face and turning over on his back.

“NO!” Marshall defensively states.

“Then why?” Proof whines in a sleepy tone.

“I Need To Talk!” Marshall whines.

“I have some deep shit that I really need to get off my chest.” Marshall sincerely quickly adds.

“Why doesn’t this surprise me.” Proof sarcastically states.

“You know I saw Carly?” Marshall asks, just in case Proof doesn’t remember.

“Slim Who Doesn’t Know that you saw Carly again?” Proof sarcastically asks, knowing that Slim has been worse than an obsessed fan after seeing Carly.

“Well . . . she’s gone on with her life, she happy without me.” Marshall sadly says.

“SLIM! It’s been two motherfuckin’ years! Whadya fuckin’ except?” Proof firmly states.

“Eighteen months!” Marshall firmly states in a correction tone.

“UH?” Proof asks in confusion.

“We’ve only been apart eighteen months!” Marshall firmly states.

“OKAY! Eighteen months! What did you except the Lady to do? AND I do stress Lady! Just stop livin’ till you got your head on straight?” Proof states, and then realizes there must be another man in the picture.

“Nooooo!” Marshall firmly states.

“Is there someone else?” Proof asks, but really not wanting to know.

“I don’t think so . . . . kinda of . . . maybe.” Marshall says, with several deep breaths, not really knowing where to put the child, knowing in his heart his little boy.

“Whadya mean kind of. Slim you’re starting to worry me.” Proof says in concern.

“Slim . . . Where are you?” Proof asks in concern, after a few minutes of silence, as Marshall drifts off to thinking about the little boy being his.

“Carly’s . . . . Minnesota . . . . . . I’ve had her watched . . .” Marshall hesitantly says.

“WHY SLIM? Why? Proof interrupts for an answer, but isn’t surprised.

“I don’t know! . . . she was hiding something that night at the restaurant. I could see it in her eyes. I could feel it.” Marshall defensively says.

“Soooo! With all the spying and Feelings! You still don’t know if there is another man. BUT You Are At Her House?” Proof asks trying to make some sense of it.

“Yeah.” Marshall simply says.

“Why doesn’t this surprise me! Where’s Carly?” Proof asks.

“Sleep.” Marshall simply says.

“Then shouldn’t you be?” Proof asks half jokily.

“NOOOO! It’s not like that! It’s a long story but she had this pajama party with her best friend Dru.” Marshall explains.

“SLIM! Do you realize? You are acting like the first time you met Carly. And may I add that she turned you down the first time also! . . . Just in case you forgot!” Proof states.

“Carly isn’t your normal Bitch! I tried to tell you that several times BEFORE! Carly loved you for you for YOU!” Proof sincerely says.

“After seeing Carly I had her tracked down and went to see her. I told her that I loved her and she cried and ran back in the house. And on the second time. . . . . ” Marshall explains as Proof interrupts.

“WAIT! How many times have you harassed the poor woman since the restaurant?” Proof curiously asks.

“The second time she wasn’t expecting me. That’s when I got just a glance of him. He was totally pissed that she threw a blanket over his head. She ran out the door so quick. There’s this picture on her television . . .” Marshall rattles as he recalls the spilt second he saw his son.

“Hold Up! What? Who threw a blanket over whose head?” Proof curiously asks.

“There’s a baby . . . . a little boy.” Marshall says.

“Carly has a baby!” Proof asks in a surprised tone.

“I think so.” Marshall mumbles.

“Whada ya mean you think so?” Proof asks now totally confused.

“Well there’s a nursery and toys and . . . . you know baby stuff all the house.” Marshall explains.

“You’ve gone to see her several times. In the house right now and you didn’t ask!” Proof asks, trying to make some since out the whole thing.

“Well I kinda wanted to but she was so upset the last time I was here that I didn’t ask her out loud.” Marshall rattles.

“WHAT?” Proof now totally confused asks.

“Well I got scared and left.” Marshall admits.

“Scared! . . . . Scared of what?” Proof totally amazed asks.

“That he could be mine! I just got a quick glance of him BUT on the television there’s this picture of him and Carly HE looks just like Hailie it’s scary how much they look alike.” Marshall rattles in one continuous breathe.

“Marshall slow down! All babies look alike.” Proof says in a reassuring tone.

“There are tests they can do. She’ll have to prove that you’re the father before she can do anything.” Proof explains.

“There Ani’t Gonna Be No Tests!” Marshall angrily states.

“Calm Down! It’s painless they just take some blood. Remember back a few years ago when I had to take one. It Doesn’t Hurt!” Proof says in a calm reassuring voice.

“I Don’t Need No Fuckin’ Test To Know He Belongs To Me! I know I’m the father!” Marshall defensively states.

“Marshall! Do you know what you are saying!” Proof firmly states.

“YES! I’m the father of Carly’s little boy! My Son!” Marshall angrily states.

“So what if the child isn’t yours?” Proof asks with caution.

“HE’S MINE!” Marshall angrily defensively states.

“Marshall you need to calm down and think about this rationally!” Proof says in a calming voice.

“I’m being FUCKIN’ Rational! It’s been the only motherfuckin’ thing on my mind for fuckin’ days! Carly is the best thing that ever happened to me! I had my head so fuckin’ far up my ass that I couldn’t see it! I’m going to get a fuckin’ Second Chance! AND this time I’M NOT GONNA FUCK UP!” Marshall firmly states with all his heart, body and soul.

“Motherfucker you’ve got it worst than you had the first time.” Proof says, hearing the determination in his friends voice knows he’ll get what he wants. But worries about Carly’s view on everything, and what if the child isn’t Marshall’s.

“Sounds like you have everything figured out. So when do you plan on telling Carly?” Proof quickly adds, as his mind drifts off to how truly happy Marshall was when he was with Carly.

“As soon as she wakes up.” Marshall simply says.

“With out you going postal on me, I have to ask . . . . what about your house guest?” Proof carefully asks.

“She ani’t got anything to do with it! She just needed a fuckin’ place to live!” Marshall defensively states.

“Okay if you say so . . . . she’s awful cozy with the livin’ agreements.” Proof comments carefully.

“The Bitch will fuckin’ get uncozy!” Marshall firmly states.

“Is it gonna be that fuckin’ simple?” Proof asks in a worried tone.

“It’ll be that fuckin’ simple!” Marshall firmly states with determination.

“Slim! Jerry Springer couldn’t even come close to your life!” Proof jokily comments with a laugh, as he is getting out of bed.

“Thanks. I guess.” Marshall says, not knowing to take it as a compliment or insult.

“I guess I should go to sleep now.” Marshall says, as he stretches and yawns.

“Okay . . . . I’m on my way.” Proof says as he is stuffing clothes into a suitcase.

“Why?” Marshall curiously asks as he is walking back into the house.

“CAUSE! Just in case Slim’s big mouth says something stupid and Carly backhands you. I wanna see.” Proof jokily says as he laughs, thinking back to how many times while Carly was around Slim did or said something to irritate her, but most of the time she just playfully punched him, and then ignored him.

“Thanks!” Marshall sincerely says, as he flops down in the chair, propping his feet up on the ottoman, and laying his head back, but quickly getting up and grabbing the picture of Carly and the child, then gets comfortable again in the chair.

“Well Dawg I’m calling it a night.” Marshall in a sleepy voice says, forcing his eyes to stay open.

“Good Night. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” Proof says as he is leaving his house, totally awake and getting to his best friend as soon as possible only thing on his mind.

“Good Morning!” Marshall says as the other end of the phone goes dead, and then closes his phone and looks at the picture, dimly lit by the sun starting to come up and smiles down at it.

“I Love You Both regardless of what tomorrow brings.” Marshall truly whispers to the picture, and then rests his head back while praying that the little boy is his.

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