Novocain

Chapter Forty

Malcolm the First held Marceline Anne Saturday night. It wasn't even all that dark but they just went to bed so they could be wrapped around each other.

Suddenly he spoke. "What are we going to do for your birthday?"

She shrugged as she traced his features with her right index finger slowly. "What do you think?"

"Something important to you."

"You're important to me."

He was thrilled with that. "How about a party celebrating all that is you?"

"How about a Grecian party?"

"Ooh. That sounds nice."

"And we can have an American party for the twins. I can't believe I have American kids."

"Me either." He kissed her chin.

"We should plan for them soon."

"Yes. We also need to plan for this baby. You're going to know what we're having soon. We need names and a nursery and things for my new princess."

"This is my prince." She argued.

"I want to be like Father. A prince and two princesses."

"You want to be like Daddy?"

"I like your dad."

"You threatened him like you don't."

"It wasn't a threat. I calmly spoke the truth. I won't stand for you to hurt."

She hugged him tightly. "I have something to tell you."

N-

Eva knocked on Manny's door.

He answered, thinking it was someone wanting food. "Oh. Hi."

"Hello." She wiped her hands on her pajamas. Being from the Dominican Republic, she was cold in Connecticut, even if it was May.

"Are you hungry?" His eyes roved over her pretty face.

"Yes. For you."

He blushed. "For me?"

"Yes. I miss you." She kept eye contact with him.

He almost fainted.

She pressed close to him. "I need you, Manny. Do you need me?"

He dragged her in and closed the door firmly.

N-

Malcolm the First woke up sated but sad. His wife's cancer was back and she was pregnant. Again. Why couldn't they catch a break?!

He turned his head and saw the imprint of her body next to him. The spot was still warm but growing colder by the second. She must have just left because she didn't exude much heat.

He sat up, thinking tough. They'd made love the night before and he'd savored her. He remembered every second of it, her soft cries ringing in his ears now.

He was so deep in memory, he didn't hear her return. She crawled in the bed and sat on her knees. "What are you thinking about?"

He snapped out of it. "Good morning, baby."

"Good morning." She kissed him lightly. "Do you want another round or do you have to pee?"

He was visibly confused.

She pointed to his barely covered lap.

He smiled though he blushed. "I could go for another round."