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A Moth Into A Butterfly	By : TaimaMarie Category: Individual Celebrities > Criss Angel Views: 3069 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know or own Criss Angel. This is a work of fiction. I make no money off it.

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AN: Ero, Sour candies help? I was unaware of that. But considering I've never, you know, had a kid, I guess it makes sense. Hahaha, just you wait to see what happens, love. This chapter should make you happy. I wish I could fight! Sadly, I really can't. I actually *hate* being mad at people and fighting. My friends make fun of me because I'll say; "You're such an idiot!" as a joke and then go; "You're not an idiot, I love you." This is probably part of the reason I have the nickname Mam. But hey, sure I'll join the JPJLA!!!

Marilyn walked into the doctor’s office. She sat and crossed her arms over her stomach, bowing her head. She wouldn’t start crying, couldn’t start crying. She had vowed to be strong during this, and not let anyone know how much this was hurting, how hard it was.

The blood work had come back positive, and she had gotten a prescription for prenatal vitamins, and a list of what she could and could not eat, and a referral to an OB/GYN for the next week. Already this was starting to become more than she could bear.

At the drugstore, she got the script filled and walked to the aisle with the baby care items. She stared at the bottles of shampoo and soap, looked at the little teething rings. She felt the tears sting her eyes, and couldn’t help but let them slide down her face.

“Are you all right?” a voice asked. Marilyn jumped and hurried to wipe her face. She was wearing black wrist length gloves.

“Yes, I’m fine.” She tired to smile.

“Excuse me for saying so, but you don’t look fine at all. You look like you’ve been crying.” The woman said bluntly. She was shorter than Marilyn, with dark hair that the girl suspected was dyed. She reached into her purse (the huge, black sort that all old women carried. Marilyn suspected they were bottomless.) and pulled out a tissue. Gratefully, the girl dried her eyes.

“I guess I’m really not fine.” She confessed.

“Why don’t you and I go next door and get some coffee and talk about it?” the woman suggested. “I’m Dimitra, by the way.”

“I’m Marilyn.” She offered her gloved hand to the woman.

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“So you’re pregnant with no man and no money. Do I have that correct?” Dimitra blew across the top of her coffee and sipped. Marilyn, remembering what the doctor told her about caffeine, took a sip of her juice and nodded.

“And I thought I could afford to have this baby, but I was looking at my insurance, and I just can’t. Not with my rent. I’m going to have to move to an even worse place, and I don’t want to raise my baby there, either.”

“Honey, what about your family?”

“They’re dead.” Marilyn said flatly. “Have been for years now.”

“Well, it seems to me there’s only one thing you can do.” Dimitra said smoothly. She had taken the pamphlets the doctor had given the girl was reading through them.

“You have an idea?” that was heartening.

“You’ll come and stay with me, of course.” The woman said. Marilyn stopped mid sip. She put down her glass.

“I can’t stay with you! You don’t know me. What if I’m faking, and I’m going to steal all your things and then take a kidney and sell it on the black market? What if I’m going to set your house on fire when you’re asleep in your bed? You can’t trust me!” she was aghast. This poor, trust woman. Didn’t she know that senior citizen were supposed to be on the look out at all times?

“Oh, you’re not like that at all. I can tell.” Dimitra waved the concerns away. “Besides, looks like being pregnant is dangerous business.” She squinted at some of the pamphlets.
“You’re gonna need someone to help you.”

“I really couldn’t put you out.” Marilyn sighed. But it did sound tempting. This woman was the warm motherly type, and she’d be able to look after her, and the baby, most likely.

She hadn’t had anyone look after her in so long. It would be nice to surrender to that, let someone else be in control of her life for just a little while. She put her hand on her stomach and bit her lip.

“You wouldn’t be putting me out.” Dimitra said. She reached across the tabled and took one of Marilyn’s hands. “I promise.” She squeezed.
“Don’t be afraid to take the help you need.”

“Okay. Just for a few weeks.” She said. “Just until I get a better job and get some of this stuff sorted out, okay? I just need to save a little bit of money.”

“Of course, of course.” Dimitra stood up, ready to go to the register and pay their check.
“Now, tell me you’re address so I can have my son’s go and pick up your stuff, Marilyn.”

***

“Mom, are you nuts?” Criss asked over the phone. Thank God he was stuck in traffic. Who knew how he might have reacted to the news. He knew he shouldn’t answer his cell phone while driving.

“She needed help, Christopher. If you could have seen the look on her face, you would have understood.” His mother insisted.

“I don’t think this is a good idea. Are you sure you can handle a pregnant girl? They need a lot of attention, Mom.” He sighed.

“Are you trying to imply that I’m too old for this?” his mother said in a low ‘Mom tone’.

“No, I just---,” Actually, that had been exactly what he was trying say. He just didn’t want to put it in so many words because he knew exactly how his mother would react to that.

“I’ll have you know my doctor tells me I’m in perfect health!”

“I don’t doubt that. I just don’t want you to get too stressed out. Come on, Mom.” He sighed.

“If that’s the way you feel, I’ll just have JD and Costa pick up her things!”

“What, she can’t move them herself?” Traffic was finally starting to move, and he was a little less attached to the conversation, and more interested in what was going on in front of him.

“She’s pregnant, Christopher!” his mother slammed down her phone. He sighed, knowing he’d have to call her back and apologize at some point. But he didn’t want to deal with it right now. He hadn’t slept at all last night, and he really was too busy to try and move that girl’s things.

Maybe she wouldn’t be so bad once he finally met her. Criss put his phone on the seat next to him and drove towards the Luxor.
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