A simple call

Chapter 6: Call #2

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"Dad ..... Dad ..... DAD!" Clarke and Octavia both lay not so gently across Marcus' chest, scaring the hell out of him but waking him up. In retaliation, Marcus throws both of them over his shoulder one on each. "You've started a war children, what are we fighting for?" He exclaims shaking them playfully. "Breakfast!" Marcus throws them each down onto the bed gently, both of them now laughing hysterically. "Alright, we can get some but-" He's cut off by a pillow to the face from Octavia. "Trying to start a-" Another pillow this time from Clarke. "Well then!" He says picking up both pillows and hurling them towards the still laughing children, hitting both of them square in the face. The laughing continues so loud that no one hears Abby entering the room. Until she makes her presence known with a "What the hell is going on in here?" Marcus is the only one who can hear the playfulness in her voice, thus he is the one to throw a pillow at her, gently of course. His aim is perfect hitting straight in the face as always. She doesn't see where it comes from, though. "CLARKE!" The girls face goes pale as she exclaims " It wasn't me!" Strong arms suddenly lift Abby off the ground and throw her onto the bed too. He falls into the empty spot next to her. " Marcus!"Squeals Abby, very indignantly. Luckily their room was one on the ground floor because they were making an incredible amount of noise. The teenagers that probably occupied the other rooms would be able to sleep through it. "Yes," Marcus replies way too smugly. She grabs one of the pillows scattered around, chucking it straight at his face. He blocks it and she reaches for another pillow but he grabs her wrist before she can. Pinning her arm to the mattress, soon followed by her other arm when she tries it again. He's towering over her, next to but not on top of, pinning both her arms to her sides. "I've got the upper hand, I win." Abby begins to laugh but stops when she realizes she actually can't break free of his grip. She glances over at Octavia, a silent plea for help which the dark haired girl understands quickly. Both her and Clarke charge Marcus knocking him over. They pin his arms with their bodies, his head faces the end of the bed, feet bunched up at the headboard. Abby slips off the bed, walking over to tower over him. "Actually, we win," She says dropping a kiss on his lips, forgetting about the people holding him down. Even though they don't mind, a silent hope rested in their heads about this happening one way or another. They all deserved happiness. She breaks the kiss and he whispers " I still classify that as a win ."

"Alright crazies, let's go get some breakfast." Shouts of excitement echo around the room, who doesn't love hotel breakfast? Much to everyone's surprise Bellamy is standing in the lobby waiting for them. The girls run up to him and whisper something into his ear. When he smiles, looking directly at Abby, she knows what the girls told him. "I think they approve." Marcus looks at her puzzled, keeping an arm wrapped around her waist. "Of what?" He says smirking, knowing exactly what she's talking about. But cut him some slack he's been waiting for this since middle school. "Of us." He smiles, brighter than he has in a long time, dropping a few kisses in her hair. "They better, otherwise I'd have to ground them. She laughs, tucking her head into the juncture between his neck and shoulder. "I don't think you'd actually be able to do it, Marcus."

"You're probably right." Clakre comes rushing up to them with Octavia dragging Bell behind her. "Hey guys, have we told you that we love you recently." Abby and Marcus both glance at each other with the knowing parents look. Countering the pleading child look. "As much as we love to hear it, we know you want something. Skip the buttering."

"Ok ok. Bell says there's a super cool pop-up theme park near the boardwalk. Can we go please please please Dad!" Marcus makes a big show of pretending to be about to answer then closing his mouth, multiple times. "Hmmm, ... I say.... ask your mother." The girls groan at his antics, and Marcus and Abby both laugh. "Hmmm, I don't know ... ask your father."

"Ahhh! You are insufferable!"

"I thought I was Dad." The girls get up to walk away but Bellamy funnels them back to the laughing parents. "What the girls were attempting to ask you before their teenage tendencies got in the way, was. Would you like to accompany us to the pier because I was going to take them anyways? Unless you guys had other plans of course." Bellamy's tone is more than suggestive and everyone notices it except the girls, thank god for small mercies. "That sounds fun, but first we should probably do a little shopping. None of us have any fresh clothes."

By the end of the shopping trip, everyone had new clothes, head to toe. Marcus was in a pair of blue and white board shorts with a white dad jokes shirt. Classic! Bellamy had on an airbrushed sunset muscle shirt with dark blue shorts.The girls got matching pairs of jean shorts, which were too short in Marcus' opinion, but he didn't comment. With each of them picking out an airbrush tank top to go with them. Abby has the same look but thank god it's more conservative. Once again small mercies! The weather, however, ends up being merciless. By the time 3 o'clock rolls around everyone is drenched in sweat and almost exhausted. Marcus curses himself for purchasing leather seats while living in California but doesn't mind it so much when the AC is cranked all the way down to 65 degrees and everyone turns into happy popsicles. Singing along to the radio the entire drive home. Including Bellamy, who won't admit but he sang the loudest.

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The Next Morning

Abigail isn't more than a few pages into her book when her phone rings, the word Mom flashing across the screen. She answers the call, putting it on speaker as she usually does, not feeling like holding it to her ear for two hours. "Hey, Mom."

"Hi sweetie, your father wanted this to be a surprise but were coming to visit you and Jake. We'll be at the house tomorrow morning." Marcus spits out his coffee and Clarke starts freaking out, making frantic statements like. "No way! Not happening, Dad please don't make me spend time with Jake. Please." Marcus calms her down murmuring, "Hey shhh princess. It's okay." Then he looks to Abby with wide eyes and a nervous smile. "You haven't told them have you." He tries to keep it quiet but Abby's mom hears him anyway. "That doesn't sound like Jake."

"Because it isn't, say hi Marcus" she states matter o' factly. "Hello, Mrs. Walters." Abby laughs at the wave he gives despite the fact he's talking on the phone. "Honey, why is Marcus with you and Clarke. Why isn't Jake there? What's going on?" I might as well just get straight to the point.

"Mom.... Jake and I are divorced."