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A Moth Into A Butterfly	By : TaimaMarie Category: Individual Celebrities > Criss Angel Views: 3069 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN: Ero, when my aunt was pregnant, she only realized because she wanted canned peached with peanut butter smeared on top. I've also heard that lemon things help with nausea. And I love eating weird things. As I've said before, I'm the Queen of Weird Combinations. But only because we rarely have actual food in my house. Oh! And when I was shopping yesterday I got Season Three of MINDFREAK for fifty percent off!!! I also got a new hole in my ears. It only hurts when I'm idiot, forget it's there, and bump it.

“I know it’s cramped right now, but you can decorate it anyway you’d like. And when the baby comes, we’ll set up a little nursery up here. How does that sound?” Dimitra showed Marilyn the narrow stairs up to her attic.

It was indeed cramped, crowded with old things from her son’s growing up and seasonal decorations. Dimitra wiped her hands on a towel she had over her shoulder as Marilyn looked around. It did, at least, look large enough to be split in thirds. One third for herself, one for the baby, and one common space.

I’m thinking into this too much. I won’t even be here when the baby comes, the girl reminded herself. She turned to smile at the older woman.

“How can I ever repay you for doing this for me and my baby?”

“Just let ME do all the worrying. That’s all I ask. Stress isn’t good for the baby.” She smiled. “Of course, these stairs might be a bit too much in a few months. Then you can just sleep downstairs in the guest room, okay?”

“It sounds perfect.”

“Okay.” Dimitra made to start lifting boxes. Marilyn immediately stopped her.

“Dimitra, don’t! Those are heavy. Here,” she went to lift one, and was stopped as well.

“No, no, no, that’s not good for you. Why don’t we just call my sons?” she headed down the stairs, Marilyn trailing along behind.

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A few hours later, there was a knock on the door. Dimitra set aside her knitting and answered the door. Marilyn looked up from the television show she had been watching.

“Hi Mom!” two voices chorused.

“Costa! JD!” she cried. The two men came in, and Marilyn was touched to see how tenderly they hugged and kissed their mother.
“Boys, this is Marilyn. You’ll be helping her move her stuff and taking stuff down from the attic for her.”

She shook hands all around. JD frowned and looked at their mother.

“Isn’t Criss going to help with this?”

“Christopher and I are not on speaking terms right now.” Dimitra huffed and went off to the kitchen. The boys looked at Marilyn, who could only shrug. She had no idea what was going on.

Their mother returned with sandwiches, which the men gratefully ate. She then told them to get in the car, and take Marilyn, because they were all going to her apartment to pack up.

“We are?” all three young people said, surprised. Dimitra nodded and got her purse.

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The ride to her apartment was quiet. Dimitra went down the street to find some boxes at the discount grocery store. Marilyn didn’t know how she’d talk the nasty manager out of the boxes, but she suspected the older woman had some sort of super power she just didn’t possess.

Instead, she began to strip her bed and shove her clothes into her suitcases. The boys began to take her bed apart. Thankfully, Costa had a truck.

“I just want you to know that I have no intention of taking advantage of your mother. I don’t even plan on staying there that long. I just need a place to save up some money for my baby.” She blurted out.

“We believe you.” Costa told her as he took out the last screw from her bed.

“Our mom is a really good judge of character.” JD was pulling down her carry on bag from the top shelf of her closet so she could cram the last of her clothes in. Now all there was to pack was her DVDs, artwork, books, television, and the precious few dishes she had.

“But do you think I could ask you how you got into this mess, Marilyn? You seem like a smart girl.” Costa sat back on his heels and looked at her. Marilyn shook her head.

“I got stupid.” She said, folding her t-shirts and tucking them into a suitcase. “I met this man at a club, and one thing led to another. I forgot to ask him if he had… anything.” She blushed.

“Well, do you remember anything about the man?” Costa asked. “We could help you find him, Marilyn. You shouldn’t have to do this on your own.”

“He doesn’t want anything to do with me. He put me in a taxi that had me home while I was still asleep. All I know is what hotel he was staying at. I don’t think he’s there now, though.”

“We could get an investigator to look into the logs.” JD said. “What hotel was it, Marilyn?”

“The Luxor.” She answered promptly. “I know that because it’s the pyramid shaped one. I haven’t been here very long, but I know that much.” She started putting her stuffed animals in a garbage bag.

JD and Costa exchanged a look she didn’t see. Before either of them could say anything, their mother returned, carrying stacks of boxes. She was beaming and humming.

“Let’s get her books and things packed up! You’ve gotten so much done while I was gone. But let’s hurry. We can get some of the attic cleared out to set up a space for her, and then next weekend you two can come and bring your brother to finish.” She was already pulling books off the shelf.

Marilyn sat next to her and began to help.

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They had cleared away some of the boxes and things, moved them down to the closet of the guest room. Marilyn had enough room for her bed; a bookshelf was rather happily already up there, and her dressed. She’d already put away her books and unpacked her clothes.

The attic was still and quiet as she lay down, curled up on her bed. In her head, she was trying to figure out the best way to arrange a nursery. She wondered if she even needed a changing table, or if she could just do it on a blanket on the floor. It would probably be nice to keep the diapers in one place, but it was a waste of space, and….

Marilyn yawned. She was exhausted. It had been a long day. After they got done moving, Costa and JD sat down at Danita’s table, where she piled everyone’s plate high with spaghetti and homemade sauce. She beamed when Marilyn asked for seconds.

“Well, maybe I won’t be an awful mother.” She said to her stomach. “I’ve already started feeding you pretty good stuff, wouldn’t you say?”

She settled down to sleep. But as soon as she closed her eyes, images of Nicholas filled her head. With a groan, she covered her head with a pillow. This was going to be one horribly long night.
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