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Chapter: 3
Carey went over to the bed and sat beside her. He reached over and put his arm on her shoulder, cradling her head and telling her it was all right. What in the hell I am suppose to do!? He thought. Than he figured what he was doing right now was the best thing he could do. Why am I doing this to myself? You know Carey's right my kids don't hate me. Molly slightly told herself but it didn't make her feel any better.
"And Molly just for your information today at rehearsal you made it through three songs before we had to stop. And it was because of that damn sound board." Carey smiled when he heard her chuckle faintly.
"I suppose you do have a point about that Carey." She lifted her head off of his shoulder for a moment not remembering how it got there or long it had been there.
"Feeling better?"
"A little."
"Good! Now can you give me a ride home?" Molly let out a soft playful scream and busted out with laughter. Carey just looked at her not sure of what the joke was.
"Are you really going to make me get up? When you know perfectly well that's the last thing I want?"
"I guess I could walk. Hell I never had pneumonia before it's about time I tried it."
"Jack has a couple coats you can borrow one from him. Carey Bell don't give me that look!" At the moment he was delivering his best poor lost puppy expression he could make.
"Please?" He said while grabbing her hand as if her saying no would kill him.
"All right fine I'll give you a ride. Happy now?"
"Yes extremely." Molly reached up to give him a gentle whack on the back of the head, their eyes staring right into one another. There was nothing in the world but the two of them; it was just like in all the movies and books. He made the first move the whole entire time thinking you're making a big mistake. When their lips touched they stayed together for a moment, longer than they thought they would. And they jerked back, the trance being broken.
"Oh my." They both said at the same moment. Carey suddenly jumped up and walked over to the nightstand.
"Carey?"
"Wow is this a new picture of Fi?
"Look at me."
"I rather not." He said it so softly Molly had to think for moment before it registered in her head of what the response had been.
"Why not?" He sighed and looked up at her.
"Because I liked that a lot, and I know it can't happen again."
"I liked it too, and I say it can happen again." With that heard Carey walked back to her and let it happen again.