COMPLETED - The Way He Makes Me Feel (GUMLEE)

.CHAPTER 11 - Getting to Know Each Other.

GUMBALL P.O.V

I was so curious about his relationship with his mother, I couldn't hold myself anymore, and I needed to know what was the deal with them... Whenever he talked to her on the phone I'd hear screaming, and he would always get so upset I could actually see his blood boiling. Sometimes he shows up with bruises on his face and body, he never says anything about it but I was certain that it was his mother's doing.

"Marshall, tell me about your mom... please?" I looked up at him. He sighed.

"I knew you would ask that..." He looked into my eyes. "The thing is... she never wanted a kid. When she met my father, she got pregnant right away just so she would get his money... she wanted to control his company. My father was stupid rich... like... he literally could swim in money... He married her and a few years later she was the one running the business... my dad started getting depressed, and he started drinking. The drinking changed him... he looked so angry all the time... he started beating me up all the time... he looked like he wanted to kill me, much worse than what my mom does... seemed like he regretted ever having me... as if I had ruined his life. Since my mom was always working, she never really cared about any of us, and I had a full time nanny at the time... and everything was okay for a while... but soon my father became a problem to my mother, always drunk, embarrassing her in public, she couldn't stand it. When I turned eight, he tried to hit her... that's when she lost her patience. They divorced and she kicked him out, I never saw him again. My nanny told me she saw my father one day and he was just the same drunken mess. He died not long after that. I was fine, my mom was almost never home, she didn't care about me, and I had my full time nanny to do that... Simone was much more like a mother to me. A few years after that, I was eleven, or maybe twelve, Simone started acting weird... she would forget things she never forgot... she would call me different names, and I could swear that when she looked at me sometimes, she didn't recognize me... One day she just left... My mom was pissed... and that's when she really had to take care of me... but I was old enough to take care of myself, so she just gave me a credit card and told me to behave... I got a letter from Simone about 2 weeks later, saying she was sorry but she was diagnosed with Alzheimer's and moved away to live alone..." He sighed. My eyes watered.

"Sometimes I still get birthday letters from her... on completely random days... with no sender's address so I could never write her back... and she still gets my name wrong..." He smiled. "She writes Marshall in the most impossible ways, she even gets the Lee wrong... one time she wrote Marcel Lee..." He laughed with sadness in his eyes. "My mother never had the patience to deal with me, so whenever I do something that makes her mad, or whenever she feels like it, she hits me... she is a strong lady... but I can handle her fits... I grew smarter along the years... I used to cry or try to fight her, which only made things worse... now I just take it with my head down..." He sighed again...

I caressed his thighs. I wanted to cry, kiss him, make everything better. I decided against all that though, and just sat on his lap, one leg on each side of him, and hugged him tight.

He hugged me back.

"I'm s-sorry for making y-you tell me." I said, almost crying.

"No, no, please don't be ... I wanted to tell you, I'm glad we did this, we are getting to know each other, right?" He held my shoulders pushing me further from him so he could look into my eyes.

I smiled. "Yes. We are." He smiled back.

"So... what's your story? Why are you with Peppy?" He asked. I sighed and slipped off his lap. He turned to face me, holding one of my hands.

"There's not much to it, actually. Peppy told me that she had always been my nanny, and when I was 3 years old, both my parents died in a car crash, and after that, Peppy just decided to adopt and raise me. I don't remember anything about them... but sometimes I have this dream... I think it's actually a memory because it's always the same dream. I'm in a swing and my mother is pushing me, I can hear her laughter and my father is smiling and talking to us. He picks me up, the three of us sit on the grass playfully, laughing, and they keep smiling at me and at each other. It's very pleasant and warm..." I smiled at the memory. He smiled and put one hand on my face.

"Gummy, that's beautiful... I'm glad you remember them this way..." He smiled.

"Well, we didn't have a lot of time together... I'm glad this dream... or memory... is how I picture them... it's peaceful. And I got Peppy... she is the best mother I could ever ask for..." I smiled then looked down. "Marshall, I'm so sorry about what happened to you." He lifted my chin up so I would look at him.

"It's okay Gummy... and besides, I have you now." He smiled. I leaned forward, getting dangerously close to his mouth. He froze.

"You know... I am not that sick anymore... You can kiss me... i-if you want..." I bit my bottom lip.

He smiled, put one hand on my waist and the other on my neck, grabbing a little bit of my hair.

Pulling me further, he hesitated at first, but kissed me. He tightened his grip on my waist making me shiver. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he put his around my waist. I could not hold it. I sat on his lap again, making him moan. I deepened our kiss slightly wiggling my hips on top of him. He groaned and squeezed my waist harder. Our kiss was getting hotter.

Marshall was breathing heavily. I was a shivering mess. He turns me on so easily.

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