Chapter 3: Here Me Now Before It's Too Late:
The rest of dinner was mostly about the baby. What Marni was going to name it, where her job was going to be when she finished high school.
She had to elxplain to them that none of the high school knowledge was needed while she was living with Wyona. And, of course, she still had no idea what to name the baby.
Marni never finished high school. Drop out I guess you could say. She workded at the library 4 days a week. It was a nice quiet place where she could be alone and peaceful.
When dinner was finished, Marni insisted she help with the dishes. And, when Destrry was the other volunteer, she had a smile on her face.
Even Marni could feel the awkward attraction between them.
She didn't even have time to connect the dots before they were doing the dishes together.
"Where's the father?" Destry blurted involuntarily.
Marni looked up from putting a chicken pan in the dish washer. "Not here,"
Destry frowned. -Great. He left her-
"I'm sorry he left you. No one deserves that," Destry concluded.
Marni looked up again into his brown eyes. "Right. Thanks for the concern, but we are better off,"
She didn't say it in a mean way. Like in a thankful way. Thankful the father wasn't there.
"I wanted to appologize again for yesterday-"
"Man, it's fine, really. Sorry I flipped out..." Marni laughed.
Destry just smiled at her and handed her some more bowls.
"So how did you meet Wyona?" Marni asked Destry.
"Moms used to be friends." Desrty said.
"Oh I know. But how do YOU know her. I've been in their family since I was 3 and I have never met any of you," Marni said.
-Wait...since she was 3?- Destry thought.
Wyona had hid Marni, of course. But that was something no one knew except Wyona and her husband, Mathers.
"Wyona had been hiding you for sometime now, Marni," Martha said, walking into the kitchen.
She held a sleeping Abby in her arms and gracfully smiled at the two.
Marni turned as Destry continued to do the dishes, facing Martha.
"Hiding me?" Marni asked.
I guess Wyona wasn't as secretive as she thought.
"From us. We are dangerous," Martha laughed a beautiful Latina chuckle.
"Dangerous? How-"
Marni was interupted by her phone ringing to City at War by Cobra Starship.
Marni dug in her shoulder bag and pulled out the phone, stepping toward a window in the kitchen and answering.
"Hello?" she asked.
"Marni? Where are you?!" Wyona asked.
"I'm...at a friends house," Marni said, hoping she would fall for it.
But, of course, Wyona was too wise for any of that. "Some new friends you have then, huh?" she asked.
Marni sighed. "Yes. They are new,"
"You need to come home now," Wyona sighed and hung up.
Marni madly shoved the phone back into her bag and turned to the two who had been whispering about something.
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Baby of the Fallen (EDITING)
SpiritualMarni is pregnant. She may not know the father, but she does know, no matter what hell there is to pay, no one will set hands on her baby. She lives with her best friend, a witch. What she doesn't know, is how the baby being born means to, not just...