Fantasy Life made Normal

Chapter 17

After Maverick went to bed, Marshall and Madelyn spent the rest of the night with their friends. They always held parties as a BYOB if you wanted to drink and getting stupid was not an option. Madelyn walked by a few people when some guy grabbed her. She looked over at him before yanking her arm away.

"Who the fuck are you?" she demanded.
"Names Chris," the guy replied.
"Good for you. Who brought you here?"
"Courtney and Stacey."
"That bitch better not be in my fuckin house."

She began to storm off when the guy grabbed her again. She glared at him.

"Do you have any idea who I am married to?" Madelyn demanded.
"The guy Stacey wants to fuck," he replied nonchalantly.

Madelyn saw Curtis coming her way. He looked concerned.

"Hey, can you inform this asshole what is going to happen to him if he does not stop grabbing on me?" she asked, sliding behind him.

Curtis looked over his shoulder at her for a moment.

"Madelyn, go find your husband," he said, turning his attention back to the guy in front of him.

Madelyn nodded and walked off. She found Marshall in the kitchen going off on Courtney.

"Why the fuck would you bring that bitch to my house? I had to block her number because she wouldn't take no for an answer. I am not going to cheat on my damn wife." he growled.
"You always seem so grouchy in the studio. I figured if you could have someone there to relieve the stress for you," she said, looking up at him with wannabe puppy dog eyes.

Stacey stood off to the side watching them. Marshall's temper was rising as the redness crept into his face.

"My home life is fuckin fine. If it wasn't I wouldn't have a second kid on the way with my wife. Not that my personal life is any of your fuckin business," he yelled.

Paul entered the kitchen from the opposite way. Madelyn decided to make herself known as Paul had spotted her anyway.

"Baby," she began.

Marshall whipped around to face her. She was stunned by the look on his face. He moved quickly across the room and grabbed her arm. He led her to the doorway.

"I got this under control," he growled.
"Baby, you're hurting me," she whispered.
"Go upstairs, this fuckin party is over."
"Marshall."

He blinked as if snapping out of a trance and quickly let go of her arm. She ran up the stairs to their room. She could clearly see his handprint on her arm already. It was going to bruise. She could hear the yelling from downstairs as people caught on to what was going on. There was a knock on her door.

"What?" she asked trying to control her emotions.
"Mave's awake," Hailie's voice met her ears.

She moved quickly to the door to take her son. Hailie followed her into the room as she settled her boy into the california king sized bed.

"What happened?" Hailie asked.
"Nothing, it's ok," Madelyn replied.
"No it's not. Everyone saw you come upstairs. We all saw Dad's face. We can all clearly hear the yelling now."
"His stupid ass assistant."
"Courtney?"
"Brought that stupid broad Stacey here. He doesn't even know about the guy that they brought who thought it was a good idea to grab me. Curtis was dealing with him and told me to go find your dad. I found him yelling at Courtney about Stacey and obviously the slut has been to the studio."
"Mads," came Paul's voice from the door.

She got up and opened it again. Marshall's longtime manager stared at her as if trying to assess the situation. She sighed heavily.

"Where is he?" she asked.
"Downstairs. Curtis just came in and told him about the guy grabbing you. I came to check on you." Paul said.
"I am fine from that. I was going to tell Marshall myself before he grabbed me and basically threw me out of my own damn kitchen. His pregnant wife. Tell him he can sleep anywhere but in here tonight."

She closed the door on Paul. She heard his retreating footsteps. She locked the door to the room again. Hailie was lying on the bed next to her brother.

"What has gotten into him today?" the younger girl asked.
"I don't know, but I have never seen him look like that," Madelyn replied.

Hailie decided to head down to her room. Maverick was back asleep on the bed. Madelyn lay next to him and cuddled him close to her three-month-pregnant belly. She heard the door unlock. She forgot that Marshall had the key. He slipped into the room.

"Need pajamas," he said, quietly to someone.
"Marshall, you need to fix that shit," Paul's voice replied.
"She is asleep and I am not tryin to stress either of my kids out. I will do what she asked and talk to her in the mornin."
"You're a dumbass."
"Marshall," Madelyn said softly.
"Baby, you awake?" Marshall asked.
"Yeah I am."

He dropped to his knees next to her. She rolled over and stared at him. In the moonlight that lit their room, he could make out the handprint on her arm.

"That from him?" he asked.
"No, that's from you," she replied.
"Baby, I am so sorry. I don't even know what happened."
"Stop."
"Madelyn,"
"Just stop. You need to listen to me."

He sat back on his heels and stared at her. She sat up and turned toward him.

"Courtney has to go," she said.
"Already done," Paul spoke up.

Madelyn shot him a glare for even standing there for this talk.

"We will change your number and find you a new assistant together." she said.

Marshall nodded.

"Just tell me you aren't leaving," he said.
"Baby, don't be dumb," she replied.
"So, you are leavin? What the fuck Mads?"
"No Marshall I am not leaving. Chill out."

He sighed, relieved. She looked back at their son.

"Take him back to his room, please," she said.
"Why is he in here?" he asked.
"Hailie brought him in. He woke up from all the chaos."

Marshall nodded. He picked up their boy from the bed. He handed him off to Paul. He turned back to Madelyn. She was just staring at him.

"What happened with the guy Curtis got on?" he asked.
"I was coming to find you and he grabbed my arm. I told him to leave me alone and he told me they had brought him. He said Stacey was trying to get with you. I told him to leave me alone again and Curtis came over. He told me to go find you, so I did. Then you grabbed me cuz you were pissed at them." she said.
"I am so sorry baby. You know I would never hurt you on purpose."

She nodded. He took the rest of the night to make it up to her.