Queen Bee

March 2004 (1)

"Daddy?" Des' worried sounding, high-pitched voice filled my eardrum, travelling all the way to my barely conscious brain. "Daddy, are you okay?" Placing his tiny hands on my side, he attempted to shake me a few times. Choosing not to respond, I closed my wide, hanging open mouth, immediately tasting the faint remains of vomit. "Daddy?" Des asked again, shaking me a few more times as I could tell he was starting to cry. "Wake up, daddy!" As the crying slowly got louder and more obnoxious, I let out a small groan at the excruciating sound. 

"Des?!" I heard Angel yell just before the bedroom door quickly squeaked open. Wait. Am I not in bed? "Des! Oh my god!" She screeched. As my eyes slowly opened, I saw her feet shuffle towards Des, scooping up the screaming baby from beside me. Thank god. "Nate?! Nate, wake up!" She yelled once more, listening as she busted Nate's door open, I heard it slam into the wall. 

"What?" Nate rasped, obviously confused.

"Take Des, somethin's wrong with Marshall!" Angel yelled again, clearly feeling extremely panicked. Hold up. Something's wrong with me? What's wrong with me? 

Slowly beginning to move my arms from beside me, I saw Lainey's door open. "Angel! What's wrong with daddy?!" She wailed. What the fuck is going on?! 

"Stay in your rooms, girls!" Angel yelled with an incredible amount of authority as I watched her feet scurry past me once more. Hearing the bedroom doors slam shut, Angel immediately popped herself down beside me. "Marshall! Marshall, are you okay?!" Rolling me onto my side, my half closed eyes met her extremely distraught ones as I let out another groan. "Baby! Baby, talk to me, are you okay?!" Quickly moving both of her hands up to the sides of my face, she forced my head back more so she could get a better look at me. 

"I'm fine." I rasped, sleepily. 

"Are you sure?! You're okay?!" Bringing two fingers down to my neck, I could tell she was attempting to take my pulse. What the fuck? 

"I said I'm fuckin' fine." Pushing her hand away from my neck with mine, I flimsily planted it against the hard, carpeted surface and began to slowly get up when I realized I must have passed out on the floor.

Noticing Angel's facial features turn from soft and scared to hard and angry, she jolted back up and all I could hear was her stomping around while I carefully found my balance on all fours. As she continued banging around, my head immediately began to pound. Holy fuck, what happened to me last night? Looking downwards, I saw a small pool of vomit beside me, assuming to be where my head was and I quickly figured out I was in the hallway leading towards mine and Angel's bedroom. 

Standing up completely, I decided to just ignore the vomit for now and began sauntering my way into the room, presumably where I was tryna go last night. Maybe I tripped on the stairs getting in and just decided to stay there for the night? Who knows. 

Without even taking any of my dirty clothes off, I plopped myself down onto the bed, spreading all four of my limbs out on impact. Mm. Yeah, this is much better. As I let my eyes fall heavy once more, I heard once again our bedroom door fly open and Angel continuing to stomp her weighted feet around. Once again, I specifically chose to ignore it and let myself drift off into dreamland for the second time today. Or tonight? Wait, what time is it? 

. . .

Waking up I don't know how many hours later, I still felt like absolute dog shit, but at least it was a little less obnoxious this time. Turning my head to the side, I allowed for my eyes to gently flutter open for the second time today. Being met with large, orange and yellow rays of sunshine that I swear weren't there when I had come to bed, I realized it was probably around five or six in the afternoon. Goddamn it, Angel's gonna be so pissed I slept this long.