London POV
Marshall gets in the front seat and I sit in the back with ronnie. I pull him into my arms and his body jerks with each sob. I just hold him and rub his back, I don't talk because I know nothing I say will ever make this okay. He's hurting and I can't fix it. He eventually falls asleep in my arms, and I wipe the salty tears from his face. His hair is starting to turn brown again, I wonder if he still wants it blonde. We pull up to the house and I have Marshall carry him to his room. I follow behind and put my ipod in the dock, and click on Ronnie's playlist. Its the calmer songs of Marshall's and Ronnie always wants to listen to them when he's upset. But, no matter how many eminem songs Ronnie listens to nothing will ever fix this.
I walk out of the room and go sit on my bed putting my head in my hands. I feel arms wrap around me and jerk up to see its Marshall.
"Marshall...I cant do anything," tears start to burn my eyes, threatening to fall.
"Angel yes you can you can be there for him."
"No I can't! There is nothing I can say or do to fix this!"
"I know that, but you are there for him and that will help."
"No it won't Marshall, he's been through hell and back and just when he's finally happy everything is ripped away from him. He's just a kid Marshall, he shouldn't have to live with this."
Marshall POV
I knew she would be upset but this is breaking my heart. She falls on her knees and starts sobbing.
"Angel please," I beg her. I wrap her in my arms and rock her back and forth, I can feel the back of my eyes start to pinch at the sight of her like this.
"I can't help him. He shouldn't have to live with this. He's a kid...a fucking kid Marshall! Why would someone put that kind of misery on a child? He's a good kid, he deserves to be normal, not have to grow up like this."
I sit there and listen to her, I know how she's feeling, in a sense. I used cry like this when Hailie was younger, how I didn't have enough money to provide for her, how I wasn't the dad she deserved, and I couldn't give her the life she deserved.
"Angel, honey, please come on. Look at me," I tilted her face towards mine. Her eyes were tinged with red, and her eyes were a clear, violent blue. I wiped the tears from her face, ands kissed her forehead.
"I know you hurt for him. But you're an amazing person and you're going to be a great parent figure in his life. There isn't anything you can do to fix this and that sucks. But you can make it a little easier by being there for him. He needs you, and he needs you to be strong. If he sees that you're crying because of him, it'll break his heart, trust me I've been there."
She nods and snuggles closer to me. She kisses my neck as she whispers, "thank you Marshall. For everything."
"Don't mention it baby. I'm here for you and I always will be." Always leaves my lips and my eyes grow wide. I've never said that to a girl before. Am I really always going to be here with her?
She looks up at me, "promise?"
And in that moment nothing else mattered. All that mattered was the girl in my arms that I loved more than I've ever loved anyone. The girl that makes me smile even when I'm angry, the one who when I yell at her she waits for me to calm down before talking. The one who loves my girls and treats them like normal kids, the one who takes in a kid with a horrible past and agrees to help him with out hesitation, just because she wants to give him a better life. The one who almost died for a kid who barely talked. The one who loved me even when I broke her heart, and despite my issues. And that's when I realized that nothing else really did matter, because the girl in my arms was The One.
And without hesitation I replied, "I promise angel."
London POV
I don't quite remember falling asleep, I remember laying in bed with Marshall and that was it. I glance at my phone and realize its nine in the morning. I sit up and stretch, my face feels weird because I cried last night. I walk to the bath room and look in the mirror. Yesterdays makeup was smeared on my face and my eyes were puffy. I looked like hell, and felt like it. I strip out of my clothes and turn the knobs on the shower before getting in. The hot water relaxes my muscles and I scrub the events of last night away. After I'm done, I step out feeling more like myself, I dry off and wrap up before walking back into the bedroom. Marshall is stretching, in only basket ball shorts. They ride low and his muscles pull and flex as he stretches.
"Like what you see?"
My face burns as I realize that I was staring.
"Because I really enjoy what I do." His eyes rake over my body, and I blush even more when I remember I'm only in a towel.
He walks over and pulls me close before kissing my neck. I moan as his tongue flicks over my soft spot and his hands tease my torso.
He pulls away and kisses my lips, "and I would love more than anything to see you naked right now but, we have a long day ahead of us.
I nod and turn to get ready, jumping when he smacks my ass. I pull on some clothes and dry my hair before heading towards Ronnie's room. I walk in and he's sketching a picture.
"Hey Ronnie."
"You can come in London. I'm not going to have a mental break down."
"I know, I just don't want to crowd you." I sit next to him on his bed.
"I'm not a little kid anymore London."
"I know I just forget sometimes. Its hard not to see you as the nine year old kid I met."
"Yeah well now I'm almost twleve."
"Yeah, your birthday is coming up. Is there anything you wanna do?"
"Not really..."
"Come on! Tell me." I nudge his shoulder.
"Well there's a lot of things but I can't narrow it down."
"How about we spend the day together and write bucket lists?"
"That's cool. But what did you really come to talk about?"
"I wanted to check on you. And tell you that if you don't want to stay with me I wont be offended ..."
"Do you not want me here?" He suddenly became very interested in the carpet.
"No sweety of course I want you here! I just don't want to assume you want to be here and make you miserable."
"London of course I want to be here. You're like my best friend! And I know you wanna know, so yeah I am upset about Christy and Allen. I'm more pissed off than anything."
I let Ronnie cuss, and a lot of people don't approve of that but oh well. As long as he doesn't use it to disrespect someone, then I don't care.they're just words.
"Why are you pissed off?"
"Because it feels like the whole universe is against me. Everything with my parents, and now with my adoptive parents? Its total bullshit and it's unfair."
"I know."
"Its just like ugh. Why? Why me?"
"I wish there was something I could do to help you."
"You're helping by listening to me whine." He laughs and hugs me.
"Any time little man."
"Oh God. Lets go write our bucket lists so that I don't have to hear you be all mushy."
"Fine then. Meany head."
"Brat."
I roll my eyes and walk with him down stairs to see Marshall cooking breakfast. Ronnie jumps over to help him and he ends up asking Marshall to rap for him.
"Ronnie! Now is not the time to fangirl."
"Oh like you didn't do it when you met him!"
I blushed, as Marshall looked at me, "you fangirled on me London?"
"Maybe a little..."
He walks over and pecks my lips.
"Eww gross! Stop that!"
Marshall and I laugh. "I think that laney would get along with him just fine."
"Yeah we should let him meet the girls."
"They're your girls Marsh. Your decision."
"Yeah but now you and I are a team. So its our decision."
I grin and kiss him, "yeah how about we all hang out today?"
"Like a family?" Ronnie asks.
"Yeah like a family."
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