Chapter Fourteen

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Marco's parents were okay with Eren spending the night. Mister Bodt picked up his son and Eren at the theater and drove home. Now,  the Bodt residence wasn't that far from the theater so they were at the house in about ten minutes. Once they got to the house, Marco helped get Eren's things from the back and handed it to him as soon as the brunet got out of the vehicle. 

"We're gonna have so much fun!" The taller boy smiled at Eren as they made their way up to the front porch.

"Yeah man!" Eren grinned, "We can stay up all night and watch movies dude!"

Marco pulled a pair of keys out of his jean pocket and unlocked the front door. "Mom, I'm home!" He called as he entered the house. "Eren's with me too."

Mrs Bodt came into view from what looked like the doorway to the kitchen. The woman had freckles on her face, just like her son. She had short black hair in a bun. In her arms she was carrying a baby. A warm smile appeared on her lips. "Hello sweetiepie." She walked over and kissed her son's cheek. Then she turned to Eren. "Hello Eren dear, how are you?" Her gentle Southern accent rolling as she spoke. 

"I'm good. How are you?" Eren knew how to be polite when the situation required it.

The woman smiled. Such a nice young boy. "I'm doing alright thank you hun." Her eyes twinkled as if there were stars trapped in them. Almost like Marco's. Marco had his mother's eyes. "I'm glad to hear that you are doing well." 

Marco looked over to his mom. "Is everyone else asleep?" He asked.

"Just Thomas and Oliver." Mrs. Bodt answered, cradling the baby in her arms. "I think the girls and Warren are still up."

Eren leaned over to Marco and whispered, "How many brothers and sisters do you have?"

"Six." Marco whispered back to him. Then he looked back to his mom. "Do you want me to go check on them?"

His mother nodded. "That would be a big help darlin', " For a woman who was so kind and helpful, she looked so tired. Taking care of seven kids really took its toll on her.

Marco nodded back and began to walk up the stairs. He turned back for a slight moment to face his friend. "Come on Eren. You can come with me if you want."

Eren nodded silently and followed him. Six kids...

The taller male reached the top of the stairs and made his way down the hall. He stopped in front of a door with little painted flowers on it. "The girls share a room together." He said, as he knocked on his younger siblings door. 

Through the door, the boys could hear little gasps.
"Oh no! It's Mom!" Cried one voice
"We're gonna be put in time out!" another small voice said.
"Quick! Get in bed!" Cried the voice from before.

Marco rolled his eyes with a little smile. They didn't know he was home yet. He looked to Eren then back to the door knob, he twisted it and opened the door to the room. "Don't worry," He whispered, "I won't tell Mom you three are up." 

"Marco!" cheered the oldest looking girl, her blue eyes sparkling.

"You're back!" The slightly younger one said happily, as she placed the smaller sister on the floor.

Before he could react, the older girls rushed over to him, trying to hug their big brother at once. Thankfully, the girls were so light that Marco was able to keep his balance. "Whoa there!" He laughed cheerfully as he glanced down at his little sisters hugging him. "It's good to see you too." The eldest boy smiled, wrapping his arms around his sisters. 

The oldest girl was the first to let go. She looked about eight years old. She had raven black hair, like Marco and his mother. Her freckles were as prominent as her brother or mother, but they were there. She wore a little pastel purple nightgown on with puffy sleeves. The second girl looked around six, with dark brown hair. She didn't have freckles like her siblings, but she had bright green eyes. Her hair was in pigtails and she wore a light green nightgown with long sleeves. She wore circular glasses. The smallest looked around four. She had dark brown hair like her sister, and wore a dark blue onesie. In her mouth was a little pacifier that she was sucking on.

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