The Bodyguard: Points of view

Rachel's POV

"I have some great news, Rachel," Sy told me. "What is it?" I asked. He took a deep breath and said, "I did what you told me and bought that place on Sunset Blvd. and I am going to open a club." I launched out and hugged him. "Oh I am so happy for you, I can't believe you listened to me," I said letting go of him. "Yeah, and since you were the one who convinced me to do this, I'm letting you name it." "Are you serious?" I asked. "Yeah, name it anything you want, but I have to have it by today," he said. "Um, I don't know," as I said that Marilyn-Justice stumbled down the stairs and into the game room with Frank, "How about MJ's?" "Oh no," he said standing up, "No, I will not name my club after a kid that hates me." "Come on, she loves having things named after her, remember when I wrote a song about her and she lit up like the 4th of July. Just think about what she would do if she found out that you of all people are going to name club after her." I knew he was going to try hard to get out of this. "But I'll need for her to sign a contract and that will give her fifty percent of the whole club. She is only five, she can't run a club," he argued. "Then let me help you; until she is of age I'll help you run it." "Ugh, how am I supposed to convince her to put her name on an adult club?" "It doesn't have to be and adult club. It can be a talent club. You can have open-mic nights; I can come and sing once and awhile, you know how much business you will have?" I asked. "She doesn't even like me." "Well, we'll get her to like you, hey I have an idea. Frank and I are having a date night tonight and Fletcher is going out with some friends, you can babysit her," I suggested. Sy froze. I guess the thought of being alone with an unpredictable five year old who doesn't talk and hates him scared him. "She is a great kid and you know it," I said. "Rachel, she will annihilate me, you've seen what happens when she goes off on somebody." "You have been around her all her life and you barely know a thing about her, this is your chance to get to know her." "Ugh, alright, I'll babysit, but if she hurts me, I'm suing you," he said getting up and walking out the door. I plopped my head back on the couch and groaned loud enough to get someone's attention. "Mommy." I turned around and saw Marilyn-Justice. "Hi honey," I said. "I love you, Mommy," she said sitting down and hugging me. I hugged her back and said, "Aw, I love you too sweetheart, what with all the sudden love today?" She let go and looked at me, "Babies, Mommy." "What?" She got up and went up stair. I sat there and thought. Am I pregnant again? That explains a lot; throwing up yesterday and feel nauseated today, I have been feeling fatigued lately, I can smell everything and… I haven't had a period in three months. Damn it. I ran upstairs and put on white-t and blue jeans and ran out the house yelling, "I'll be back."

The spring rain gave me a reason wear a coat with a hood and scarf. I did not want it plaster on tomorrow news that I was buying a pregnancy test from Longs Drug Store. "Excuse me?" I asked the store clerk, "Where are the home pregnancy tests?" "Aisle five," the teenager said not taking his eyes off his Gameboy. I filled my basket with at least three tests. "Shameful," I heard a voice behind me say. I turned around and an elderly woman was staring at me. "Take a picture, it'll last longer," I snapped. She scoffed and walked out of the aisle. When I got to the counter the teenager ringing everything up said, "I'm sensing it's wasn't intentional." "Not really," I said. "Yeah mine too. My girlfriend died at childbirth, so I have to raise my son by myself," he said showing me a picture in his wallet of his kid. "Aw, he is adorable." "Yeah, he looks like his mom. That'll be forty dollars." I pulled out a hundred dollar bill and said, "Keep the change and buy your boy something." I grabbed my bag and ran out to my car.

On the way home I 911 paged Sonya and she met me at her house. "Hi Auntie Rachel," Bryan said when we walked in. "Hi buddy-boy," I said dragging Sonya into her room. "Girl what's wrong?" she said. I dumped everything in my bag and said, "That's what's wrong." While we were waiting for the results a few minutes later she asked, "And why are you here and not sharing this moment with your husband?" "Because if I am pregnant I want to tell him tonight on our date," I answered pacing back and forth. Brriing. We ran to the bathroom. All three were positive. "Congrats," Sonya said. "How could I be so stupid?" I said plopping on her bed. "Wait, you aren't happy about this?" "No, no, no. I'm ecstatic; I just can't believe I didn't notice. My freaking five year old had to tell me." "Wait, MJ told you?" "Yeah, but that's not the point." "Well you need to go home and give your husband the news of his life.

Frank's POV

"Honey, can you zip up my dress for me?" Rachel asked me. I walked up behind her and zip up her dress. "You know I'm better at unzipping," I said wrapping my arms around her waist. "Down boy," she said pulling apart my hands and walking to get her purse. "So where did you go today," I asked. I could see her stiffen up a little bit. "Um, I went to the pharmacy and got MJ another asthma pump," Twitch, "Flats or heels?" "Heels, I didn't know she was running out." "Uh, yeah, and I don't just thought I'd get another one for precautions. The cashier and I had a nice conversation, he was a nice young boy." "What can you and a cashier possibly have to talk about?" I asked fixing my bow tie. "His son, so where are we going?" "Surprise, so you talked about kids with a stranger?" "Ugh I hate surprise." "Yeah, that's why I make them. Are you hiding something from me?" I asked. Rachel isn't one to keep secrets, but today she is acting very cautious. "No," Twitch, "What makes you think that?" "Well, when you lie, you twitch a little bit," I said. "Whatever, so how do I look?" she asked. I looked her up and down and started to drool. She had on a strapless short black cocktail dress that fits her body curve to curve, devil red stiletto pumps a black make-up bag and she actually flat ironed her hair. She looked good. "You look- wow," I said in awe. "I'm guessing I look good." "No, you look gorgeous," I said pecking her on her extremely soft lips. "Somebody is trying to get lucky tonight," she said bumping my hip. I held my hand out and said, "Ready to go my lady." She took my hand and we walked down stairs to say good-bye.

Sy's POV

I sat downstairs alone in the living room alone with Marilyn-Justice. I tried to stay focused on my magazine but she was glaring at me very evilly. For a kid, she is very scary. "Alright you two," Frank's voice said when they came down the stairs. Marilyn-Justice smile and ran as I walk to them. "Okay, MJ remember that your bedtime is 9:00 and not a minute later. Sy dinner is in the oven on low, take it out at eight. And MJ, you get two pieces of pecan pie and that is it and no TV. Now both of you, do I make myself clear?" Rachel asked sternly. The kid nodded. "I don't know why I have to follow rules when I'm the babysitter," I said. "If we come back and MJ tells us that you didn't follow the rules and you will tell us little lady," she pointed at her daughter, "Then you will be babysitting her for the next month. Wouldn't that be fun?" "Whatever go and have fun, everything will be fine," I said. Frank opened the door for Rachel. "Follow the rules and nobody will get hurt oh and she has a slight headache so give her some children's Tylenol before she goes to bed," she said walking out the door. "You guys have a good time. You have nothing to worry about now go." And that's want they did. When the front door closed the kid and I had a stare off. "Um so, what do you want to do?" I asked nervously. She didn't say anything. This night is going is interesting.