Forever With Me《Marcelee》

Chapter 26

(MARCELINE'S POV)

I weakly opened my eyes. It's a new day. I moved a little as I was about to get out of bed and realized that Marshall's arms were around me. Marshall was hugging me, still asleep. He looks so cute when he sleeps. And this is a sight I'm going to wake up to every morning from now on.

I caressed his hair as I just stared at him. His raven hair chaotic, his deep eyes, his smooth pale skin.

I meticulously removed his arms from me, careful not to wake him up for he awakes easily. After that, I silently flew to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, which was just some apples. I took the apples from the fridge and put them on a plate. I then set it on the table in the dining room.

Apparently, we don't really need to eat three meals a day. We just eat whenever we like. I just love doing this for him. And having these breakfast, lunches or dinner is just a nice way to bond with each other and I like it.

"Good morning, beautiful," spoke Marshall's sexy sleepy voice. I turned around to see Marshall in his tank top and boxers, leaning against the doorframe of the dining room.

"Morning handsome," I replied. He flew towards me and gave me a kiss on my forehead. "Breakfast is ready," I motioned to the dining table. He beamed and we both sat.

He took one in his hands and sunk his fangs into it, draining its color. We just ate in silence. Once we finished all four apples, Marshall took the plate, flew over to the corner of the room and scraped the inervated apples from the plate and into the garbage bin.

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"Marcy, Heat Signature 2 is on," Marshall yelled from the livingroom. I quickly flew there all the way from our bedroom. Without saying a word, I just hopped onto the couch and cuddled up to him, burying the top of my head to his neck, my body leaning against his, my hand on his chest.

"Finally. Been waiting for this all day," I voiced. Marshall smirked. "I'll go get us some cherries," he said before he left to the kitchen. I didn't answer, my eyes were glued to the TV screen.

A blue light coming from behind me stole my attention. I looked behind. It was a portal from the Nightosphere. Who could it be now?!

A light blue-skinned demon in his business suit.

"Dad, what are you doing here?!"

Marshall came floating, holding the small bowl of cherries in one hand, mouth agape.

"I heard about your new house. And you two living in together. C'mon Marcy, you're coming home to the Nightosphere," he stated sternly as he grabbed my wrist.

"Nah," Marshall blabbed as he pulled my hand away from my father like he was just some chum, "Want some cherries?" He offered to him casually.

"I'm not here to play games. Come on Marceline," Dad said as he abruptly snatched my hand from Marshall. I was about to speak when Marshall cut me off.

"My girlfriend's staying here," Marshall stated casually as he grabbed my other wrist. "My daughter is staying with me," Dad said and pulled my wrist.

"Guys stop it!" I yelled but they continued their little argument.

"I don't trust my daughter in your hands!"

"Oh really? And where were you when your daughter needed you?"

They just won't shut up. The show was going on, their fight was going on. I was being consumed by my frustration.

"Enough!" I yelled, my demon eyes showing. Finally they held their tongues. They glared at each other. "You two are acting like immature kids. Ugh, whatever!" I exclaimed as I was about to fly to the room. Marshall stopped me from leaving, holding my hand and pulling me towards him. He looked at dad with sad eyes.

"Mr. Abadeer, please."

Silence then filled the air for a while, with only the TV making noise. My mouth gaped at Marshall's rare plead. I know when he's joking and when he's serious, I can see it in his eyes. And this time, he is dead serious.

"Please."

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Dad greedily wolfed down his enormous turkey sandwich. Marshall and I just looked at him, eating our apples in inattention. We ended up having dinner with him, in our house. No, he's not staying for dinner. He's staying forever.

"Daad, how long are you gonna keep this up?" I complained, finally killing the silence. "What? I'm your dad, I'll be here for you as long as I live," he answered 'innocently'.

"And you're staying in our house? Dad, I'm over a thousand years old! You don't have to watch over me," I complained. "Don't want your old man around?" He asked with an eyebrow raised. "N-no dad, I mean... I mean visits are okay, but this is just... wrong," I stuttered.

"Well I can't trust your boyfriend," he stated. I was about to say something when Marshall cut me off, "Marcy, just let him," he looked at dad as he held my hand, "I'll show him, and I'll prove him wrong, whatever it is he's thinking."

And the next thing I know, they were having a staring contest. Wait scratch that, a death-glaring contest. "There they go again," I just rolled my eyes, talking to myself. Maybe I'll have to get used to this too?

"Well," Dad stood up, "time to hit the sack," he chimed. He held the amulet around his neck and took it off, and along with it came off his business suit. Now he was wearing a sleeveles white top and a pair of boxers. I smacked my forehead.

"The guest's room is this way," Marshall stood up as he pointed to the direction of the guest's room. Dad looked irritated, and countered, "No, I'm staying in the bedroom."

"Dad!"

"Okay fine. Good night sweetie," he sang as he ruffled my hair. "Night dad," I replied casually. He walked to the direction Marshall pointed and Marshall followed him. They both disappeared into the corner.

I went straight to the living room and threw myself to the couch, exhausted at the thought that dad is staying with us. It is just absurd.

"Marceline?" Marshall called. "I'm in the living room, Babe," I yelled back and he came to me, floating. He sat beside me in the couch. "Man, I missed the show. I wasn't able to watch because dad barged in. Ugh, he just had to do it today. Could've done it tomorrow or on another day," I complained, grumbling.

"So you're fine with him staying?" Marshall asked, eyebrows quirked upwards. "Guess I'll just have to accept it. I actually missed him," I admitted. Marshall gave me a knowing smile. "Don't worry. The show will air again tomorrow," he assured and gave me a kiss on the forehead. "Let's get some rest," he added. I just smiled and nodded, and we flew to the bedroom.