The morning Cade's Nephew was born
I groggily pulled on my pants, grabbed a shirt, and my camera from its place on the make-shift chest of drawers before making my way out to fetch my morning portion of good ol' Cap'n Crunch. Both Collins and Benny were sitting on the couch with a smile on each of their faces that, if I didn't know better, would make me believe that they were drunk.
"Why haven't you to headed to the studio, yet?" I asked .
Benny laughed, "We've decided to take a small time to enjoy this little bit of heaven granted to us this morning."
"What are you talking about?"
"Mark," Collins began, "Listen, hear that? Exactly! No Noah screaming about waking up, no Roger "speaking loudly" telling the boy to get his pants on, no Roger practicing at five in the morning, no Benny getting frustrated at Roger, No you having to intervene, as much as I enjoy the disorder...I have to admit this is...nice!"
I laughed and abandoned my (dry) cereal to sit in between them. We enjoy a few minutes of quite solitude before the door busted open and all three of us look to door. The sight nearly deserved the Exorcist theme song.
There stands Maureen, a twin on each hip standing defiantly in the door way and we can vaguely see Joanne in the background.
Her face lights up as she sees us on the couch as she sees us, "Look an oreo!"
Collins sighs, "Well, so much for that, it's gone, Benny, let's face it we'll never get it back."
Maureen seems to ignore the comment, mostly because she mostly likely didn't understand it. She heads in to the kitchen, sets Roman on the table and hands him my cereal.
"Feed your kids your own cereal."
"Maureen ate it all." Joanne says, "We just came to inform you, we are all, save Mark, going to be late."
There were a round of sighs as Joanne liberates my cereal and the group made their way out the door.
Hell, I'm really don't feel like be left alone, so I too soon make my way out the door within ten minutes. However, when I open the door I'm faced with a man clad in brown who looks extremely lost,
"Can I help you?"
"I'm looking for a Mark Cohen or Maureen Johnson."
I'm sure at this point I look more puzzled than he does,
"I'm..um, I'm Mark."
"Package. Please sign here."
I sing and take the large box back into my room. A letter is taped on top.
I haven't anyone who would send me anything, not even my Mother sends me anthing...in February.
And yet I'm not curious, just anxious to film something, so I leave it for later and make my way out of the building and towards the park. Sitting on a bench I begin filming random things, not that much is really happening. Soon I hear giggling. I look up. A small girl sits on the bench next to me, and I'm driven into the past. I can see my self teaching my daughter how to take pictures and film...
"Whatcha doin' mister?" I'm brought back to reality by the little girl.
"Filming." I mumble, she giggles.
"How old are you?" I ask. She holds up five fingers. Where is her mother? or someone?
As if aswering my question we can hear, "Kenna! McKenney Hope! Where are you?"
The girl goes in to a bigger fit of giggles as the woman approaches and spots the girl.
"Kenna, what have I told you?"
"I'm sorry, Momma."
The womanlooks in my direction and I'm sure she thinks I had something to do with it.
"She just came up here...I didn't.."
She smiles, "It's alright I know it's not your fault...she tends to run off, I don't how to get her to stop."
I feel like I own them something...I don't know why.
Reaching my hand and making sure I still had the ten in my wallet as undercover as I can I ask, "How bout if we get ice cream, will you promise to stop running away?"
Kenna nods and I look to the woman, who shrugs, "Well, it can't hurt, can it? I'm Adele...Ella Kirson."
"Mark Cohen." I extend my free hand.
"I'm Kenna!"
"He already knows that, baby."
We begin to walk towards the Life Cafe as that is the only place we're both familiar with. Kenna insisted on me carrying her.
"She likes you, you have any kids?" Ella asks.
Um...yes...no...sorta...how do I answer that?
"Sorta."
"How do you accomplish that?"
"I had a daughter when I was...younger...we gave her up for adoption and now I live with my friend and his son...and my ex girlfried and her partner and their twins are over enough they might as well live there."
"Sounds like some life story."
You don't know the half of it.
All too soon I find myself alone back in the loft with her number.
(one week later)
"Mark! Wake up. I'm back. Miss me?" Roger's voice sounds into my room.
"Cade too?" I mumble into my pillow.
"Cade and guest."
"Guest?" I mumble.
"Her sister-in-law, that..., anyhow, now Cade is watching her nephew until her sister-in-law gets out of some rehab for the depressed."
Yet another kid to add to the loft..yeah...not.
"Noah is still with my mom, though, Benny told me about Ella. What's goin' on. hey, what's that?"
I lean up to see what he's talking about. The box...
"Come on Mark"
I grumble and he disappears.
Before going out I turn my attention towards the mysterious box...tear open the letter...
and my world falls apart.
Author's Notes...
BwayDiva: Gotta love tension. What's wrong with that name? I thought it was cute.
carsonheir: well, what a weird mess that was. LOL. well, still in good humor, how was the length? And at least someone likes the kids name. And everthing did go great. Sold out 3 nights out of 6! I call that good.
Lils: I was worried about the flashbacks...and sort of...all to be explained...hopefully.
until next time this is me...signing out.