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Chapter Fifteen: Going Home
It was now two days later and Paige and Michael had finally said it was okay for Marty to go home. Marcie was picking her up since John was at the station and couldn't make it. Carrying a suitcase, makeup travel bag, Tommy and his diaper bag it was a wonder the petite red head could open the door to Marty's hospital room. But her happy and perky demeanor was in place as she and her son bounded inside.
"Good morning, Marty," Marcie greeted warmly, "I'm Marcie McBain Michael's wife and this cute little chubby tubby is Tommy. We're here to spring you from the hospital today. Tommy, say hi to Marty."
Tommy clapped his hands happily and smiled brightly at Marty showing all of his new teeth that had begun to come in and yelled, "Hi Marty!"
"Oh I'm so sorry sweetheart," Marcie said noticing Marty wince, "He's just going through a yelling phase right now. Tommy remember to be quiet."
"It's okay Marcie," Marty said her name feeling foreign on her tongue but it warmed something inside her heart, "I understand what you're going through. Cole went through a yelling phase too when he was a baby."
"Well he's going to be a good boy and stay quiet for now. Anyway I brought you a change of clothes and some makeup and your own shampoo from your apartment so you could shower before we take you home. John wanted to let you know that he would've been here but he got tied up at the station."
Marty nodded in understanding saying, "Um this is going to sound really awkward but um Marcie, are we friends?"
Marcie smiled brightly at Mary as she bounced Tommy on her hip, a smile Marty found contagious because she was smiling back at the bright and happy red head.
"Of course we're friends honey. I wouldn't be here if we weren't. I'm your son Cole's English teacher but you and me we're friends. I have to have someone to gossip with about my husband." Marcie replied happily as she giggled and winked.
A weight was visibly lifted off of Marty's shoulders as she said, "That's a relief. It makes me feel so much better about accepting the ride home from you knowing that we're friends and I'm not just some burden John pawned off on you because you're his sister-in-law."
"You could never be a burden to me Marty," Marcie said seriously offering the other woman a gentle hug. Upon pulling away Marcie then helped Marty out of bed urging, "Now go on and take a shower and go change. Tommy and I will be waiting for you when you're finished."
Marty took the suitcase and makeup travel bag from Marcie as she left the hospital room. Flagging down a nurse she asked if she could shower before she went home and the nurse pointed her in the direction of the locker room saying it would be fine if she showered there.
About a half an hour later Marty appeared in front of Tommy and Marcie wearing a simple pair of dark wash jeans, a lacy white tank top matched with an azalea pink cardigan and white eyelet ballet flats. The only makeup she wore was lip gloss and a bit of blush across the apples of her cheeks and her hair was pulled into a stylish low ponytail on the right side of her head.
Aside from a couple of stitches on her face you would have never known she had been in the hospital. Marcie then handed Marty a white pea coat along with a pink and white striped scarf and white gloves to help her bundle up for the cold.
"I could come up with you if you want." Marcie offered as they approached Marty's apartment building.
"Thank you, Marcie but I think I'm just going to go inside and take a nap. You know no matter how many maternity pillows they give you a hospital bed still sucks to sleep in."
"Okay. Well I'll call you when I get home just to make sure you've gotten settled okay. If you ever need to talk, I'm either at the highschool or at the park with Tommy and if I'm not there then I'm at home. Just call Michael he'll tell you where you can find me and if need be he'll give you directions to the house. We're number 5 on your phone's speed dial by the way."
That statement touched Marty's heart deeply and smiling gently at the younger woman she said, "Thank you, Marcie and I'll keep your offer to talk in mind. I'll also remember that you and Michael are speed dial number 5."
Marty then walked the unfamiliar stairs to her apartment which was numbered 213 according to Marcie, finding the key in her coat pocket she unlocked the door and opened it only to find John waiting on the couch for her.