Warnings and Disclaimers:
I don't know any of the members of NSYNC or any celebrity mentioned. I don't know anything about their sexual orientation or the orientation of any other celebrities in this story (even though I wish some of them were gay). This story is fiction and you shouldn't take it for anything else but that. This is only for entertainment value only folks. Hope you enjoy the show oh I mean reading.
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If I Ain't Got You
Chapter -- 35 by JT Poole and Nicole Brown mznikkigotstyle1@sbcglobal.net
// Orlando, FL -- The Poole-Wahlberg Estates -- JT and Mark's Room -- Early Monday Morning //
--- JT's POV ---
Here I am lying here staring at the fucking ceiling and it's almost four in the morning. Yes Lawd, I am still up, I've been up for hours. I can't go to sleep for the life of me. I guess I am worried about this little boy that might be my nephew or hell it could be that I am scared momma is going to cause more problems in this house. Lawd why is it every time momma comes here I loose friends and my relationship with my husband gets more strained? Why is it that she can't love me like other people's mothers do? Why Lawd, why? I don't think I can handle another fight with Mark and I don't think my friends old and new can handle her attitude. I wonder what's going to happen this time she comes by.
I don't know how she does it. I am quite sure, she being a cardiologist and all should know how to deal with stress and such, but it seems she causes more of it for people than she helps. I don't want to have to call one of my friends just to have someone in my family go into therapy and I don't want to put anyone into the hospital this time either. Last year it was Steve, I guess it will be either Mark or Angie this time, since she's already on bed-rest. Mark avoided the stress and drama last year by going home to visit his own parents, while the rest of us suffered here.
What am I going to do? Angie is angry at me that I haven't told momma that Kai is her real grandson, but I don't want to tell her either. I don't think it makes no difference if he's my real son or adopted. He's still her grandchild and she should have been treating him that way instead of the outsider she has been.
"Ummmmmm." Mark moans as he twist and turns in the bed.
The last couple of days have been hell on both of us and I feel things are about to get worse with momma and Chantal being around each other. I don't know why I am still letting that girl stay here. I must be outta my mind to keep putting up with the drama she's creating in this house. Only time will tell what will happen with her and her twisted life.
"Damn it...shit..." Mark says in his sleep, one of his many nightly actions. "Ummmmmmm. No!"
"Mark...Mark baby wake up." I say softly, shaking him gently, trying not to scare him. "Baby come on...wake up. You are having a nightmare."
"What's going on baby?" He asks me, sitting up in bed.
"You were having a nightmare I think." I tell him, kissing him on his forehead.
"What did I say?" He asks me, tears piercing the corners of his eyes.
"You just screamed out is all." I reply, looking at him as he turns away from me. "What were you dreaming about?"
"I can't say." He says, not looking at me as I can see he's crying full out now.
"Mark...Mark what's wrong? Why are you crying?" I ask him, sliding over in bed now to hold him in my arms.
"Nothing baby, it's nothing." He says, sniffling as he gets out of bed.
"Mark? Where you going?" I ask him.
"I'm going to the bathroom to clean my face." He says as he walks into the bathroom, turns on the light and turns on the water in the sink.
He seems to be really shaken up by whatever it was he was dreaming about. I am not going to pressure him into telling me about the dream; I just wish he would.
"Did I wake you up baby?" He asks, getting back into bed.
"No I haven't gone to sleep yet." I tell him as he frowns at me.
"Why not baby? You know you have to be at work in about four more hours." He tells me, rubbing my chest. "Are you okay baby? Is there something on your mind?"
"Hell the whole world it seems is on my mind." I tell him, laying back down in the bed. "I'm just...just worried that momma is going to cause more harm than good coming here."
"Well baby I don't think you should worry about that. You need to get some rest." He tells me, kissing me passionately on the lips.
"With a kiss like that, I don't think I will be sleeping anytime soon." I tell him, reaching under the covers and massaging his crotch. "Hmmm, seems like Mark Junior is awake."
"He's always awake when my handsome husband is involved." He says, leaning in and kissing me again.
Before I could do or say anything else, Mark rolled over on top of me and started kissing me as though he was giving me mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. Stopping for air, he threw the covers back on the bed, and started easing my boxers down my legs. Getting my boxers off, he takes his own off and tosses them across the room as well. Lying down on top of me again, we resume our kissing and body exploration.
"Oh God baby I want to touch you all over." He tells me, kissing my face, my neck and my shoulder.
"Oh yeah baby touch me, touch me. Do what you want to do." I tell him panting as he sucks on my earlobe, one of my hotspots.
"Baby you know what I want." He says, breathing heavy as he sits atop my hips.
"I am quite sure I know what it is." I say, placing my hands on his hips as he continues to grind his ass on my crotch, getting my juices flowing.
"Well since you know what it is then, give it to me baby." He moans, leaning down to kiss me as I roll the two of us over and raise his legs. "Fuck me baby...we need to be one."
"Not yet baby. You know what I want." I tell him as he leans down, kisses me and then slides off of me, moving downward.
When he was completely off of my body, I felt his hand slide across my leg and then touch the bottom of my ballsack. I started giggling because he was tickling me. Stopping, he crawls up to me, places a kiss on my lips once more and then returns to his previous spot on the bed. Leaning down, blowing his breath on my dick, he sticks his tongue out and touches the tip of my dick with it.
Moaning, I out of habit move my hands down to his head and let my fingers roam through his hair. Urging him on, he starts sucking my dick. My big strong, handsome, hunk of a husband was laying sideways on the bed sucking me and manipulating my dick like he has down many times before. Somehow I knew if he kept up with what he was doing to me, I would be cumming.
"Mark baby I think you better stop now." I tell him, rubbing his head as he continues to suck me. "Baby I suggest you stop. I'm warning you."
"So I've been warned. I know what to do to get your juices flowing again." He says, resuming his handling of my cock and balls.
Oh God he was pushing me over the edge too quickly. I was so close to cumming that I started thrashing around on the bed. Trying to stop myself before it was too late, I grabbed Mark by his arm and pulled him up off of me, interrupting his talented mouth.
"Baby I wasn't finished." He says, smiling at me.
"Oh yes you were." I say breathing heavy as he crawls on top of me and lays his head on my chest.
He closed his eyes and started drawing circles on my skin with his fingers. Cooing softly, he kisses me and sits up. Smiling wickedly, he slides back on top of my crotch and starts grinding his ass into me, using his ass to tease my dick.
"Are you ready baby?" He asks me, smiling as he reaches behind himself and starts massaging my balls. "You know you want to fuck me."
"Yeah I do, but I think we need to take it slow mista." I tell him, knowing that if we move too fast, the show will be over quickly.
"I want you now JT. You know I need you inside of me." He moans, moving his body up and down atop my hips. "I want to feel you deep inside me, fucking me like you mean it."
"Damn you know how to make me move." I tell him, sitting up in the bed, wrapping my arms around him as I kiss him.
"Mmmmmm." He moans, still moving his ass up and down. "I want you to fuck me doggystyle."
"Oh yeah baby. Your wish is my command." I tell him as we kiss again and he pushes himself away from me.
He crawled around on the bed and wiggled his ass at me. There he was on all fours baring it all to me, like he has done so many times before. Looking back at me, he moves his upper body up and grabs his ass.
"Don't you want that pretty pink pucker baby?" He asks me, seducing me with his ass and his eyes. "Come on baby. I know you want that asshole handsome. You know it's calling for you. Guide that big dick of yours over here. Fuck my asshole JT."
I get up on my knees and crawl up behind him. Opening his ass crevice, I spit into his ass crack and massage the spit into his hole with my fingers. As I insert my index finger into his ass he starts moaning.
"Come on baby stop teasing me. Give me what I want baby." He moans, moving his ass back to meet my finger in his ass. "Give me the real thing baby. Screw me damnit!"
"Calm down baby." I say, laughing as he continues to move his ass back and forth.
Doing what he wants, I guide my dick to the entrance of his ass and tease him some more. Knowing that my dick was positioned correctly at his entrance, he moves back and takes all of me into his ass in one go.
"Ahhhhhhh shit!" He exclaims, not moving again as he hits the bed with his fist. "Damn baby. It's like you get bigger each time we fuck. Give me a minute baby...damn...it's like you picked up a little bit more girth."
Damn his ass is tight. I don't think it's been that long since we last made love. He feels so good wrapped tightly and snug around my dick like this. Taking my cue from him, I start moving in and out of his ass slowly. This was like a new feeling for me. I don't know what was different about our lovemaking right now, but it was all so unbelievable. It was like we were having sex for the first time.
Still thrusting in and out of his ass, he starts to moan. Trying to get into a steady rhythm, I slow down and pace myself as he turns around and looks at me strangely. Not caring about pace, he starts moving faster as he leans on one arm and uses his other hand to start stroking his dick.
Throwing caution to the wind, I resume my earlier pace and start fucking him like there was no tomorrow. The harder I gave it to him, the quicker he met me thrust for thrust. It was like his ass was just begging for more punishment. He didn't care how fast or hard I fucked him in the ass, he just kept begging for more. Stroking his own dick, he turns around to look at me. Smiling that evil grin at me, I knew he was getting close to shooting his load. A few more thrust from me and his asshole went wild. It was like someone had started fireworks in my head. I started cumming, cumming hard and fast.
Growling and then screeching in a high-pitched voice, Mark starts shaking and then his load empties from his balls, shooting out his dick, landing in a large puddle on the bed as he pants and coughs.
"Fuck...fuck...fuck..." He groans, still stroking his dick to get the last few drops out.
He was leaning up on his knees, leaning back against me as we kiss. I am still implanted deep within his ass, holding on to him as the last spurts of my orgasm flows into him. His dick is soft now and we are still kissing. My legs get weak and he pulls me on top of him. Sliding out of his ass, I lay down beside him and we kiss again.
"Baby what's that noise?" I ask him, rolling over in bed.
"I don't know baby. Hmmmm, it sounds like someone is knocking at the front door downstairs." He answers as he grabs his robe. "I'm going down to see who it is."
"Okay babe. I think I am going to go ahead and get ready for the day." I tell him, sliding out of bed and walking into the bathroom. "I wonder who that could be at the door this early in the morning?"
// In Angie and Kevin's Room //
Angie woke up around five thirty the next morning hungry yet again. She had a taste for another helping of JT's lasagna and her new favorite dessert, pineapple chunks covered with chocolate and a side of peanut butter. Not wanting to wake Kevin, she tried slipping out of bed unnoticed, but fell back, squeaking in fright when his arm shot out to grab her, dragging her back against the solid wall of his chest.
"And just where do you two think you're sneaking off to Mrs. Richardson?" Kevin asked in amusement, kissing her softly and then turning on the bedside lamp. Angie sighed, her only hope of gaining a temporary reprieve from her confinement in bed diminishing.
"We were on our way to the kitchen cause we were hungry," Angie replied, hoping her honesty would buy her some sympathy, but judging by the look on Kevin's face it wasn't working. "Come on Kev... I need to get out of bed! I bored!" she whined.
"I know you are babe, but this is for both of your good," he said patiently, kissing his wife's pouting mouth and throwing the covers back. "Now, what did you want from the kitchen?"
"Nothing now," Angie replied, pouting. Kevin smothered the smile threatening to break out on his face, knowing how upset it would make her if it she thought he were laughing at her. He knelt on the floor between her legs, nuzzling the side of her face.
"Baby, I know you hate having to depend on other people and you want to do things for yourself, but that's not possible right now," he explained, kissing her tenderly. "I want you to just relax and let me take care of you okay? I don't mind, and it's my fault you're like this anyway..."
"Don't say another word," Angie said angrily. "I know Mama blames you for me being sick, but it's not your fault. I don't recall saying no when you made love to me in the pool that day, so I'm just as much to blame as you are. Besides, you know better than to listen to Mablean about anything pertaining to us. My opinion is the only one that counts."
"Yeah, but still... I just don't want to loose either of you," Kevin said, his eyes somber. "I finally found someone who loves me, and I don't want to let you out of my sight for one second because I'm constantly worried that something might snatch you and Sweet Pea away from me... and I don't think I could handle that."
"Oh baby... we're not going anywhere," Angie said softly, hugging him tight. She leaned back, a smile lighting her face. "You and Sweet Pea are the most important people in my world and I can't imagine a life without you in it. So stop worrying... I'm not going anywhere... well, the kitchen woulda been nice, but c'est la vie."
"Nice try lady, but no kitchen trips for you," Kevin said with a grin, kissing her quickly then standing up again. "Now, what did you want to eat?"
"Lasagna if there's any left... oh, and some pineapple chunks with chocolate sauce and a side of peanut butter," Angie said, ticking off her list. Kevin' s amusement grew until he couldn't help laughing out loud. Angie looked chagrined at first then grinned up at him. "What? I'm hungry, okay?"
"So I see," he replied as he walked to the door, pausing briefly to look back at her. "Anything to drink?"
"Ummmmm I guess milk," Angie replied, unsure about her choices. Just as he was about to walk out the door, she called out to him again. "What time do we have to go get your Mom from the airport?"
"Well, I'm leaving at eleven," Kevin replied sternly. "You aren't going anywhere, so get that out of your head right now. I'll be back in a few minutes. Love you."
"Whatever," Angie said sourly. She relaxed against her nest of pillows, drifting off to sleep. She thought she heard shouting coming from downstairs, but when it stopped as quickly as it had begun, she dismissed it... but the gunshots a few minutes later scared her awake. When she saw that it had been almost a half-hour since Kevin had gone to get her food, she jumped up, grabbing her robe and hurrying to the stairs.
"Oh God... Kevin!" she though in a panic, hurrying in the direction that the raised voices were coming from.
// Downstairs - 15 Minutes Previously //
"Who's there?" Nick asks, walking towards the door with Justin following him.
This better be good, it's not even six yet." Justin says, stopping outside the foyer.
"Baby calm down." Nick says, getting to the door just as Mark comes around the corner from the kitchen.
"So someone is knocking." Mark says, walking over to where Nick was at the door as Justin turns around and rolls into the kitchen. "Open it up."
"About damn time ya'll open the door. I thought I was gonna break my fucking hand off beating." The woman states, pushing past Nick and Mark and walking into the house. "Where Chantal at?"
"What? Who the hell are you?" Mark asks, walking around to the woman.
"Don't be getting up on me like that! You best back up!" The woman states, turning around quickly with a knife in her hand.
"What the hell?!" Mark shouts, stepping back as Nick falls back against the door and screams. "Who the hell are you? What is it that you want? Why the fuck are you here?"
"This is 21012 Murphy Circle right?" The woman asks.
"Yeah it is. What the hell do you want here?" Mark asks, hands up as the woman walks closer to him.
"I said I was looking for Chantal. Where the hell is that ho?" The woman asks.
"Tell me who you are and I will go get her." Mark says as the woman gets up in his face.
"You tell her Niecy hur." The woman states, pushing Mark up against the wall as Nick crawls away from the doorway. "Who the hell are you white
boy?"
"Ah...ah...who me?" Nick stutters out.
"Yeah you white boy. You the only white boy I see crawling on the flo!" The woman shouts as Nick covers his ears and Justin comes rolling out of the kitchen.
"What's with all of the yelling?" Justin asks, stopping when he sees Nick on the floor and Mark up against the wall and a strange black woman holding a knife.
"Justin baby don't come any closer." Nick says, moving backwards on the floor. "Just go back into the kitchen."
"Mark who the hell is this woman?" Justin asks, not doing what Nick said.
"Great, another damn white boy and this one's in a fucking wheelchair." The woman states, grabbing Mark by the collar of his robe. "I want Chantal, where the hell is she?"
"Let me go and I will get her." Mark says, not wanting to scare the woman and end up getting stabbed.
"Well you do that honky and be quick about it!" The woman states, pushing Mark down on the floor as he gets up and runs up the stairs.
"Nicky baby come here." Justin says, keeping his eyes on the woman.
"Did I tell you that you could move?" The woman asks, moving closer to Nick, scaring him more.
"N...no you didn't." Nick stutters again, tears running down his face as he stops moving.
"Look lady...Mark went to go get Chantal. You are scaring him, just let him come over to me. We are not going to do anything." Justin says to the woman.
"You stay where you are and you mind yo fucking business. When I want something out of you, I'll beat it out of you." The woman states, walking closer to Justin, pointing the knife at him.
"Look lady we don't want no trouble..." Justin says as the woman gets up in his face, looking at him closely.
"What the hell is going on down here?" Kevin asks, walking out of the kitchen, not expecting the woman to grab him from behind.
"Look what we have here. A house full of honkies." The woman says, looking at Kevin and then at Justin. "Hey don't I know you boys from somewhere?"
"Ah...I don't think so." Justin answers her, keeping his eyes on the knife and on Nick.
"What is the meaning of this?" Kevin asks, as the woman kicks him on his feet, knocking him to the floor.
"You stay down there and don't move from that spot." The woman states, walking back over to where Justin sat. "I know you bougies from somewhere. I just can't put my damn finga on it."
"I don't know lady. Everyone thinks they know me from somewhere." Justin replies.
"You shittin' me man. I know yo azz from somewhur." The woman states, turning around as the sound of sirens can be heard. "What da hell! That bitch called five-o!"
"What the hell is going on? Waking me up this damn early fo...Nay Nay what the hell you doing here?" Chantal asks as she and Mark walk down the stairs.
"Just the bitch I wanted to see." The woman identified as Nay Nay states, running over to Chantal, grabbing her and dragging her the rest of the way down the stairs.
"What da hell you want Nay Nay?" Chantal asks, struggling with the woman.
"We are leavin." Nay Nay states, opening the front door, still pulling Chantal with her as there was four cop cars out there waiting on her. "Aw hell naw! I ain't going out like Rodney!"
"Let me go bitch! I told you I didn't want nothing else to do with you or your fucking friends! Let me out!" Chantal scrams as Nay Nay slaps her across the face.
"Listen hur bitch! Don't make me shank yo azz right hur!" Nay Nay exclaims, while talking directly in Chantal's face, spit and other organisms flying at her. "Betta yet, I think I betta move this up a notch."
"Oh my God she has a gun." Mark says, looking over at Nick who was still closest to her.
"That's right I got a gun and I plan on using it if I fuckin have too damnit!" Nay Nay shouts, kicking the front door shut and looks at Nick. "Don't you fucking move maggot!"
"Ahhhhh!" Nick screams, as Kasai comes running down the stairs.
"Daddy what's going on?" Kasai asks, walking down the stairs not paying attention to what was really going on.
"Son go back upstairs!" Mark shouts, getting Kasai's attention as he opens his eyes. "Run boy run!"
"Oh my God!" Kasai shouts, running back upstairs as Nay Nay fires a shot.
"Get down!" Kevin shouts as Nick starts screaming louder.
"Shhhh baby, please calm down." Justin says, trying to calm Nick down.
"Shut him da fuck up!" Nay Nay shouts, still holding on to Chantal as she struggles to get free.
"Let me go damnit!" Chantal shouts, getting free as Nay Nay falls to the floor and starts shooting.
"I told you bitch you belong to me!" Nay Nay shouts as one of her bullets hits Chantal. "Damn right bitch fall down!"
"Everybody down! Outta the way!" Mark shouts, grabbing Justin from his wheelchair as he and Justin fell to the floor. "Justin you okay?"
"Yeah I'm okay Mark. We gotta get Nicky though." Justin says, tears streaming down his face as he looks up to see JT, Angie and Kasai at the edge of the stairs looking down.
"We gotta get everyone out of here." Kevin says, looking around the corner spotting Chantal laying on the floor closest to him and Nick still too close to Nay Nay.
Moving quickly, Kevin ran out from behind the foyer wall, grabs Chantal's body of the floor while trying to pick her up and move her out of the way before Nay Nay can notice him. Not moving fast enough, Nay Nay turns around and starts shooting at Kevin and Chantal, grazing his arm as he moves behind the foyer wall, dropping Chantal to the floor. Rubbing his arm in the spot where the bullet grazed him, he notices that he is bleeding. Taking his mind off of his arm and turning his attention to Nick still screaming from the spot he was in as the front door burst open and the cops storm the room, grabbing Nay Nay, subduing her, throwing the gun and the knife out of her reach.
"Officer Kerry here. Is everyone alright in here?" The woman asks, walking further into the room.
"Sir, sir could you calm down?" A police officer asks, trying to get Nick to calm down.
"I think I was hit and she's been hit." Kevin responds, standing up as two officers run over to where he was standing. "She hasn't moved since she fell down."
"We need a carrier in here!" The police officer shouts, checking Chantal's pulse. "She's still alive, but I am barely getting a pulse!"
"Oh no...Tal...Tal!" JT shouts coming down in the elevator lift.
"Sir stay where you are!" The police officer shouts, pointing his gun at JT as the lift comes to a stop.
"I need to get to my sister!" JT shouts as Officer Kerry walks over to where JT was.
"Sir we need to help her right now. Just calm down." Officer Kerry states, standing in front of JT as two EMT guys run in with a stretcher.
"Oh God, oh God! What in the hell happened in here?" JT asks, looking around the room as Mark walks over to him.
"Baby, please calm down." Mark says, walking over to JT, standing behind him, leaning down and wrapping his arms around his husband. "Just calm down. They are going to take care of her for right now."
"Mark what happened here?" JT asks, tears running down his face as Mablean walks in the house to survey the scene.
"What in blazes happened in here ya'll?" Mablean asks, looking around the room, trying to locate everyone.
"We are over here." Mark says as she turns around spotting Mark and walks over to the two men.
"What happened here?" Mablean asks as the police officer tips her hat to her.
"I don't know what happened here. I am waiting on that very answer myself.
"Where is my baby?" Mablean asks, looking around again.
"I think she's still upstairs where I left her and Kai." JT answers, turning to look in the direction of the stairs
"Well boy what happened here?" Mablean asks.
"Some girl that knows Tal came in here and held us hostage with a knife and when the cops got here she pulled out a gun. All she wanted was Tal. She got what she wanted, but since she couldn't leave she closed the door and wouldn't let no one leave. After Tal got away from her she shot her and then shot at Kevin." Mark explains, tears falling from his eyes. "I thought we were all going to die."
"Oh baby...I" JT starts, but Mablean interrupts him.
"Kevin got shot? Where is he?" Mablean asks, looking over where the EMT guys were working with Chantal.
"I'm over here Judge," Kevin says, standing up and walking over to where they were with a bandage wrapped around his upper arm. "It's just a flesh wound. I'll be fine."
"Kevin!" Angie screamed, running down the stairs and flinging herself into his arms. Kevin held her tight, grunting when her hand brushed over his arm. "Oh... I'm sorry baby. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine Angel A," he replied, holding her away from him. He looked down at her, frowning when he saw the tears beginning to pool in her eyes. "Look at me Angie. I'm fine. Don't get upset about this."
"But you... you could have died!" Angie snapped, bottom lip trembling as the tears started falling. When he reached for her again, she knocked his hand away. "No! You could have left me here to raise this little girl alone!"
"But I didn't," Kevin said softly, hugging her now unresisting body to him. "I'm not going anywhere. I love you too much to leave you. Don't cry baby."
"Yeah Angie, he's not really hurt," Nick said, smiling as he touched her shoulder. "Kevin's head is too hard and his hide too thick to get hurt. Now don't cry... he's okay and so are the rest of us."
"I think she needs to be back in bed," JT stated, rolling over to her. "Come on girl... walk me back upstairs while I finish getting ready for work."
"Kevin?" she whispered, not releasing her grip on his uninjured arm. He kissed her, wrapping his arm around her again. "Come with me?"
"Of course I will," he replied, walking with her and JT over to the elevator. Mablean walked behind them, silently telling him that she was not going to leave her daughter alone no matter what he said. Kevin reached for her hand, pulling her closer as the four of them rode upstairs in silence.
// Up in Angie and Kevin's Room //
"I see this is going to be a long day already." JT says, rolling over to Angie's bed. "You were not supposed to get out of bed lady."
"Man mind yo bizness." Angie says, glaring at JT.
"Girl, don't make me have you chained to the bed." JT says, smirking as Nick walks in behind him.
"Don't do that, she might like it too much." Nick says, smiling as Mablean turns around.
"What did you mean by that young man?" Mablean asks, as Nick blushes and covers his mouth. "Speak up boy. What did you mean by that? Are you saying my girl kanky?"
"No ma'am. I'm not..." Nick replies, holding his head down as Mablean interrupts him.
"Then what are you trying to say?" Mablean asks. "What you mean boy?"
"I was...I was only joking Judge Mablean." Nick says shyly.
"Nothing wrong with a nice pair of handcuffs every now and then Mama," Angie replies flippantly. "Now leave Nicky alone."
"Girl don't you get smart with me. You might be a married woman, but I can still tear that ass up." Mablean says, waving her finger at Angie.
"Mama please..." Angie says, being interrupted by Kevin's hand on her shoulder.
"Judge Mablean I think it's time for you to leave our room. You're starting to upset Angie right now. You know she doesn't need to be stressed out right now," Kevin explains, walking over to his mother-in-law boldly.
"Boy, have you lost your mind?" Mablean asks, looking at Kevin.
"No I haven't lost my mind Judge. I'm looking out for my wife and child. I think it's safe to say that you know I am right. Please leave, we don't need you stressing Angie right now." Kevin responds.
"Why boy I oughta..." Mablean says, being interrupted by JT.
"Why don't you just go home and get ready for your day. We will be glad to see you after momma gets here later on today." JT says, ducking as he rolls out of the room with Nick following him.
"Finally! I'm stuck in bed again, but at least I'm free from momma." Angie says, smiling as Kevin kisses her on the cheek.
// In JT's Room //
"Excuse me JT can I bother you for just a moment?" Kevin asks, tapping on the bedroom door.
"Sure, make it quick." JT answers, wheeling around the room grabbing things from here and there.
"Well I wanted to know if it would be okay if...if my mother stayed here for a few days with us?" Kevin asks, watching JT as he stopped and wheeled around.
"Oh really? Does she have fire? Does she have spunk?" JT asks, hand planting on his chin, watching Kevin as he thought about what JT was saying.
"What do you mean?" Kevin asks.
"Kevin I'm going to tell you point blank. Your mother is welcomed here anytime she wants to come visit, but..." JT says as Kevin interrupts him.
"There's a but? This doesn't sound good." Kevin states.
"Well that will totally be up to you and your mother." JT says. "I'm just saying your mother is going to need some spunk, fire and some other stuff to be able to deal with my momma and Mablean at the same time. I have heard you talk about your mother Kevin and I believe she's a very nice lady, but Mablean and my momma are probably out of her league when it comes to attitude if you catch my drift."
"Yeah I am catching your drift JT." Kevin says, smirking. "I don't think you have anything to worry about. Mom can handle her own in that department."
"I hope so Kevin." JT says, wheeling towards the door. "I don't want to say `I told you so' afterwards."
"I don't think you will have to." Kevin says, laughing a little bit.
"Alright then. When will she be here?" JT asks.
"A little after lunch time." Kevin replies as he and JT leave the room.
"Good then. I guess I will see her after I leave the hospital." JT says, checking his laptop and some other papers he was sliding into his backpack. "Oh and Kevin, ask your wife about my momma. I am quite sure she will get you on the up and up."
"Oh...okay I will." Kevin says, patting JT on the back, walking back to his and Angie's room as JT headed for the elevator.
// Later at Florida Hospital -- JT's Office //
"So what have we accomplished today?" JT asks the young man sitting in front of him.
"I was able to do ten pushes up and I tried pull ups too sir." The little boy says, smiling at JT.
"Good Donovan. What's your goal for next time?" JT asks, writing some notes in the boy's record.
"Well...ah...I think we can try for ten pull ups, but I can't make any
promises." The young man identified as Donovan says.
"Well as long as you give it your best shot is alright with me kid." JT replies, interrupted from his talk by a knock at the door. "Come in?"
"Good morning Mr. Poole. I'm here reporting for duty." Rhett, the new physical therapist says as he leans up against the doorframe.
"Well hello Rhett. What's on your agenda this morning?" JT asks, smiling at Rhett.
"Well right now I'm free as a jaybird." Rhett replies, smiling at the little boy in the room.
"Cool. Rhett this is Donovan. Donovan this is Rhett. Rhett is a new physical therapist here at the hospital. Would you like to hang out with him and show him the ropes?" JT asks, patting the boy on the back.
"Sure sir." Donovan says, wheeling past Rhett, stopping and turning around. "Sir the new guy is slow."
"I guess he is." JT says, laughing as he points at Rhett to get his attention and then points at Donovan. "He's waiting on you."
"Oh yeah." Rhett says, coming back to reality from his little trance.
"You two have fun. When you get him back to his room, come back down here and your next patient will be waiting for you." JT says, pulling the file of a young man that has been on his mind all night and day.
"Excuse me sir." Rhett says.
"Yes?" JT responds.
"Who's my next patient?" Rhett asks.
"Justin Timberlake. He should be here and ready to work by the time you get back here." JT replies, opening the folder.
"Okay sir." Rhett says, closing the door behind him.
"Okay maybe Lisa can give me some answers to the questions floating around in my head." JT says aloud as he picks up the phone and calls Lisa Benjamin, the hospital's social worker.
// That Afternoon -- The Poole-Wahlberg Estates -- Angie and Kevin's Room //
--- Angie's POV ---
After Kevin had left to get his Mom from the airport, I settled down with my crocheting to try and get some work done. Now that JT had mentioned it, I knew Auntie Marie was going to have a problem with Ann and Kevin being white. Hell, she hates my Daddy for no other reason than the lack of visible pigment in his skin, and the thought of her saying something rude and disrespectful to my new mother in-law is making me nervous as all hell.
Not to mention she gon have her partner in crime here to help her start some shit, I thought sourly as I attacked Sweet Pea's afghan. I started to feel sleepy, so I set the project aside to work on later, saying one last quick prayer before I dropped off to sleep.
Please, please, please let them behave, I prayed in vain, knowing not even God could handle Marie and Mablean being in the same room.
I sat up in surprise, slightly disoriented when someone knocked on my door. I made my way to the bathroom, calling out a "come in" before the door closed behind me. I heard Kevin come in, laughing as he talked with someone as he told them to have a seat. "I'll be out in a second!" I called again, finishing up and washing my hands, brushing my teeth and running a brush through my hair quickly, taking a few deep breaths to calm my nerves before I opened the door to meet my new mother in law.
"You must be my new daughter in law," Ann Richardson said, smiling as she came over to greet me. Not knowing what to expect, I held out a hand, which she promptly pushed aside, hugging me tight. "Kevin told me you were pretty, but he didn't say anything about you having such kind eyes."
"It's a pleasure to finally meet you Mrs. Richardson," I said nervously, a smile beginning to emerge.
"What's this "Mrs. Richardson" stuff? My name is Ann... or Mama Ann," she said firmly, kissing me on my cheek. I exhaled a sigh of relief, sitting back on the bed and resting a hand over the baby. Ann's eyes followed my hand, her eyes registering shock when they finally made out the small bulge that was Sweet Pea. "Kevin? I think you have some explaining to do."
"Well Mom... Angie and I got married because she was... well... she's going to have my baby," he stammered in reply, earning matching dirty looks from his mother and me. "I know I should have told you, but I didn't want to upset you Mom."
"I'm more upset that you hid this from me than anything Kevin," Ann said calmly, turning to Angie. "If I'd known I would have come out sooner. How far along are you? Are you feeling okay?"
"I'm fine Ann," I replied, shifting uncomfortably on the bed. "I'm almost five months, and I'm on bed rest for the next few weeks because my blood pressure is a little high, but other than that I have no complaints. Your granddaughter is doing beautifully. Would you like to see her first photo shoot?"
"Of course, she replied excitedly, tossing another dirty look at her son. "Well since Angie and I are getting to know each other, why don't you go bring us something to eat and drink? Have you eaten yet Angela?"
"Not since this morning," I replied, feeling sorry for my sweetie for incurring the wrath of his Mom. When Ann's face turned thunderous, I hurried to explain, "I fell asleep before lunchtime, so I haven't had anything yet."
"I'll be back in about five," Kevin said softly, kissing me quickly before he hurried to bring our food. I stared after him, smiling dreamily until Ann cleared her throat. Her earlier angry expression had been replaced with one of extreme amusement.
"You look at him the same way I looked at his father... like he can walk on water," she said with a grin.
I had to laugh, opening the baby book and showing her all the ultrasound pictures that I'd saved from my doctor's visits. When Kevin came back with our lunch, we sat around laughing and talking until Ann declared that she was in dire need of a nap. I reached for her hand, smiling up at her.
"Ann, before you go I feel like I should warn you. My godmother is on her way here right now... and well, she does not really care for white people," I said softly, feeling embarrassed and angry for having to be put in this position. "She and my mother are okay when taken in small doses, but together they can be too much for even the strongest of us to take. So feel free to defend yourself by any means necessary from their sneak attacks."
Ann's smile was enigmatic. "Don't you worry about me darlin'. Trust me, I can take care of myself. You just relax and let me handle your mother and godmother. Now, Kevin would you show me to my room?"
// Back at the Hospital -- The Gym //
"So Mr. Timberlake what do you feel like doing next?" Rhett asks, rubbing Justin's legs.
"Why don't we take five, I'm beat man." Justin says, breathing hard.
"Okay we can do that." Rhett says, sitting down on the mat next to Justin. "Can I ask you something Mr. Timberlake?"
"I told you already you can call me Justin." Justin replies, patting Rhett on the leg. "And sure you can ask me something. What is it?"
"What happened to you to put you in your chair if you don't mind me asking...I mean, did you have an accident or something?" Rhett asks.
"I was in a car accident," Justin replied, his face sad. "I'd just been in an argument with my ex and I was angry with my Mom because she insisted I not take any time off from the tour, even though I was tired and needed a break. I left in a hurry and I was driving too fast--- I never even saw the truck coming at me. The next thing I know I woke up here and doctors are telling me that I might never walk again. And with my luck I probably won' t."
"Don't say that Justin!" Rhett said, patting his leg. "I know you've probably heard this a million times, but a positive attitude will make it easier for you to walk again. And sometimes you need to look at the big picture. Something good always comes to us in our darkest hour."
"That's--- that's true," Justin said, smiling at his new therapist. "If it hadn't been for my accident, I never would have never met the man I love and we wouldn't be planning our future together."
"Well there you go," Rhett stated, standing up and stretching. "Now let's get finished with your workout so you can get home to you your special person."
"Yes sir!" Justin said, saluting as he prepared to go into his next set of exercises on the mat.
// A Few Hours Later -- JT's Office Upstairs //
"Hi Steve." JT says, wheeling into his office. "What good news you have for me?"
"Well right now none." Steve says, looking at JT with a strange look on his face.
"Okay Steve out with it?" JT says, looking up at Steve, waiting on him to speak. "Something's on your mind and I guess it has something to do with me since you are staring daggers at me."
"I want to know why you took Justin off my roster?" Steve asks, sitting down in front of JT's desk.
"Well I did it for the very same reason I had to take him off my patients list. Justin, and the same thing goes for Nick are in a what we call a conflict of interest situation. Since the two of them live in the same house as we do, it's a conflict of interest that we work with them." JT explains.
"So who's going to handle their PT and counseling?" Steve asks.
"Well sorry to say, but right now Valgina is going to be working with both Justin and Nick for their counseling and Rhett is working with Justin during his physical therapy." JT states, placing some files on his desk out of his backpack.
"Is that really wise JT?" Steve asks.
"Right now I have no choice but to turn them over to Valgina." JT says, giving Steve his full attention now. "Since we are the only two therapists here at this hospital, she has to take them unless Justin opts out of counseling and decides to see someone else outside of the hospital..."
"Well I hope they both choose that. That bitch will fuck them up royally." Steve says as JT's phone rings.
"Hold that thought." JT says, picking up the phone. "Florida Hospital, JT speaking. How may I help you?"
"JT baby it's me your mother. I'm almost to Orlando boy. I should arrive in Orlando within the next hour or so. What have you found out about the little boy?" Marie, JT's mother asks.
"Not much momma." JT answers her. "Not enough to get to the bottom of this mystery of if he is or isn't our Taran."
"What little bit have you found out then?" Marie asks.
"Well I found out that before he was admitted into the hospital here, he was supposedly adopted by a four different families. The first two families took him back to the agency they got him from, the third family died and he went back to the orphanage..." JT explains, being cut off by his mother.
"You said four boy. What happened to the last?" Marie asks.
"Well if you let me finish, I can tell you momma." JT says, holding his hands up in the air.
"Boy don't you dare take that tone with me!" Marie says excitedly.
"Momma I wasn't taking a tone. I am just trying to tell you what I have found out. If you don't want to hear the rest that's fine with me." JT says as Steve waves at him, gets up and leaves the room.
"Boy you know you are getting on my nerves. Tell me the rest!" Marie screams as the sound of tears screeching could be heard.
"Momma pay attention to the road." JT says, placing the phone between his ear and shoulder as he looked through his desk for something. "Momma the report states that the last family that had him possibly abused him."
"What?" Marie asks, her tears screeching again this time the phone disconnecting.
"Momma? Momma are you there?" JT asks, pressing a button on the phone for a new line and dialing the number to his mother's cell phone.
"Hello?" Marie asks into the phone.
"Momma you okay?" JT asks, laying another folder down on his desk.
"Yeah I'm fine. I just had to swerve to keep from hitting a fool ass driver." Marie says.
"Be careful momma." JT says. "Momma on another note, I need to tell you something."
"Tell me what boy? Don't tell me that husband of yours don did something else you got to pay for." Marie states, taking a sip of her drink.
"NO Momma, Mark hasn't done anything. This has to do with Chantal." JT says, getting a little bit angry with his mother.
"What did she do?" Marie asks.
"She's in the hospital momma." JT replies, not wanting to tell her more.
"What? Why is she in the hospital boy?" Marie asks.
"I think you should talk to her about that when you come see her." JT replies, not wanting to tell her more about what really happened, his mind couldn't handle any more drama for that day.
"Why can't you tell me now boy?" Marie asks. "I don't like it when my kids don't tell me the whole damn story."
"You can talk to her when you see her momma." JT says, flipping through the folder in front of him.
"Well I'm going to let you get back to work. We will talk more about this later." Marie says as they both hung up.
// In Valgina's Office //
"Look lady I don't have to tell you anything. I'm not going to tell you anything." Nick says, standing in front of the window looking out.
"How are we going to accomplish things if you don't talk about what happened to you Mr. Carter?" Valgina asks, flipping through Nick's file.
"Look...I already said I am not talking to you. So why don't we just call this session quits and part ways right now." Nick says, grabbing his jacket.
"Look Mr. Carter I'm only trying to help you here. I can't help you if you won't let me." Valgina says, standing up and walking over to where Nick was standing.
"I don't need your help lady. I for one don't want to turn out like the other people you have met in your life." Nick says, as Valgina's expression changes to one of anger and back to normal again.
"Okay Mr. Carter. I guess we will call this session a day. I will see you on Wednesday." Valgina states, ushering Nick to the door.
"I think not lady." Nick says, opening the door. "I'm not coming back to see you again, ever."
"Okay if you say so Mr. Carter." Valgina states as Nick walks out of her office and slams the door. "I'm gonna make you pay for that Mr. Carter. When I am done with you, you will ever regret talking to me the way you
did."
// Ten Minutes Later -- Down in the Lobby //
"Hi handsome. How was your day?" Nick asks, leaning down in front of Justin and hugging him.
"Hi baby. How did things go with JT?" Justin asks, playing with Nick's hair.
"I didn't talk to JT today. I had the surprise of being pushed over to that Valgina woman." Nick replies, standing up as the elevator doors open and JT, Steve and Erika come out.
"JT why is Nick with Valgina? I thought you were his therapist...what's the deal?" Justin asks.
"Hello to you too Justin." JT says, stopping next to Justin. "Since you two live with me, I can't be your therapist while you two are patients here at this hospital."
"So is that why I don't have Steve?" Justin asks.
"That's right Justin." JT replies as Mark walks over to them.
"Hello guys. You ready to go?" Mark asks, leaning down and grabbing JT's backpack and throwing it over his shoulder.
"Yeah I guess so. I don't think this day can get any worse than this." Nick says as he pushes Justin down the hall.
"What's wrong with them baby?" Mark asks, pushing JT down the hall behind Justin and Nick.
"Harsh reality of Valgina and changes." JT says, as Steve pats him on the back.
"I'm taking off guys. AJ is in town, so we going to be making up so to speak." Steve says, smiling as he walks ahead of JT and Mark. "I might see you guys later on tonight and I might not."
"Don't do anything we wouldn't do." JT says, laughing as Steve waves at them as he walks out to the parking lot.
"I am quite sure he's going to do a lot of things we would do and then
some." Mark says laughing. "AJ's been gone for weeks. I bet they are going to keep us all up."
"I hope not. I don't want to think about how momma will react to that." JT states as they reach the exit.
"Baby I don't want to think about how your mother will react." Mark says, opening the door as JT rolls out.
"Well you might need to think about it. Momma is on her way here." JT says as Mark frowns.
"Should I just take Kai and go to mom's or something?" Mark asks, pushing JT towards the parking garage.
"No you shouldn't. I think it's time you and momma sat down and got to know each other. It's been over ten years and you two haven't been in the same room together longer than an hour. You are staying damnit. You ain't leaving me and Kai to deal with that crazy woman by ourselves." JT says.
"Me and Kai don't have to endure that. She doesn't like either of us." Mark says.
"Well that's going to change as of tonight." JT says.
"How do you plan on changing that old woman?" Mark asks.
"I'm going to tell her the truth." JT answers as they ride the elevator up to the van.
"What truth?" Mark asks.
"She doesn't know Kai is my real son. That's why she doesn't like him. She thinks he's not part of our, her family." JT replies as Mark flinches, thinking about the pain he felt not knowing that piece of information.
"So you think that will change that woman?" Mark asks.
"I hope it does something Mark. I'm tired of all the drama in this family. I can't take it no longer." JT says as the doors open and Mark pushes him toward the van. "Tonight we are going to put an end to all this hatefulness and bitter hearts."
"Baby you telling the truth about Kai isn't going to solve the problem with Marie." Mark says, frowning, passing some other people going towards the elevator. "Marie has some issues that goes deeper than her not knowing Kai is her grandchild."
"I know that Mark. I...I guess we...I will have to put my foot down baby. You are my husband and as long as she's in our house, she will respect you and our son." JT says as they reach the van.
"If you say so baby." Mark says, helping JT into the van. "I just don't want you to cause more problems in your family. Your relationship with her and Donnie is really strained. Just let this go baby."
"No Mark I won't. I won't sit by another minute and let her do this to our family. I don't see what the problem is. It's only love damnit!" JT shouts as Nick and Justin move back in the seat a little.
"JT are you okay?" Justin asks.
"Yeah I'm peachy." JT says, his voice icy.
"Okay man, just asking." Justin says, nodding as Nick takes his hand.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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