Mark sat in his hotel room after returning from the hospital. Cynthia Cobalt. Cynthia. I can't believe I just did what I did today. This is so a sappy Christmas story, but it is my life. I guess when I go to the hospital tomorrow I'll find out if this was all just a dream. Mark fell into a fitful night of sleep thinking about the beautiful homeless woman and her beautiful children.
Mark walked into the hospital and straight into Cynthia's room. Matthias was sleeping on the cot the hospital gave him so he could stay with his mother and sister. Cynthia was awake and feeding Raven a bottle (The doctors said that she was too malnourished to breast feed. She was lucky that Raven was healthy and not as malnourished as she and Matthias were.) Mark smiled at the sight in front of him. He knew that he was going to have to talk to Cynthia about what she was going to do tonight when she was released, there was no way he was going to let her take that baby out on to the streets. He had a match tonight and was going to ask her to come with him and then he was going to take her back to the hotel with him. He had an extra bed and a couch they could sleep on. The match tonight was going to end with Mark injured so that he could go home for a vacation over the Christmas and New Years Holiday.
"Hey Darlin, how are you feeling today? How's the little princess?"
"Mark! Hi, we are all fine. How did you know that we were being released tonight?"
"I asked. I want you to come with me. I have a match tonight and you have nowhere else to go. You and the kids can watch from my dressing room and then we can go to the hotel, now hear me out. I have an extra bed and a couch."
"Mark, you've done so much for us, you don't need to do any more. We will find a way-"
"Cynthia, I want to help you." Mark looked over to make sure Matthias was still asleep, "I want to make sure Matthias has a good Christmas. I have a three week vacation starting tomorrow morning. I want to bring the three of you to my place in Texas. At least until you get back on your feet." Mark held his hands out to keep Cynthia from saying no, "Think of your little girl, she is too small to be out in the streets for any amount of time."
"You're right. Mark if you will have us, I would be more then happy to stay with you for as long as you are willing to help us."
"Good, you'll find that I always get my way." Mark said with a grin.