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Marlon was incredibly embarrassed of what he was doing. Ducking behind houses and buildings, spying on his wife and best friend. But why was Evening laying so limply on his back? Why was Gil carrying her at all? Why were they going into Harvey’s? Why wouldn’t Gil call him and tell him that something had happened? She was pregnant for goodness sake. He stared at the clinic door for a long while and George was suddenly at his side.
“Just go in there ya Gumby,” he huffed, rolling off. Marlon reasoned that he could say George called him and told him that he saw something and ran as naturally as he could to the clinic. Gil sat in the waiting room, arms crossed and drowsing off.
“Was wondering when you’d stop being an ass and get in here,” He grouched, “she’s in there, and if you get on her case I’ll get on your ass,”
Marlon warily walked to the back in a daze, wondering about all the things that could have gone wrong to warrant a trip to Harvey. Evening seemed to be the only patient today and was in the only closed room. He peeked behind the curtain to find her sleeping.
“Ah! Marlon! I was wondering why Gil said not to call but I guess it worked out alright! Come on in!” Harvey said cheerfully, gesturing for Marlon to step inside, “I don’t know what Gil told you, but she told me she was out foraging and was going to head home when she was tired and saw an injured cat in a tree, exhausted herself getting it down,” Marlon let out a incredulous huff, brushing his fingers across her cheekbones. Every morning, she’d religiously made breakfast for Gil and Marlon, yet here she was, exhausted in a clinic cot. Her eyes fluttered open and she beamed up at him.
“Marlon!” She cheesed, and his heart melted.
“I’ll let you have a minute,” Harley said, closing the curtain. Evening reached her arms up, tiredly reaching for Marlon. He relented, slipping into the little cot. Her front was plastered against his and she tried to nuzzle impossibly closer.
“You worried me for a minute there darlin’” he said, “thought something happened to you or the little guy,”
“Mmmmmm, no, estoy muy cuidada,” she murmured, shoving her face between the bed and his neck and kissing the skin there. Marlon placed his hand on the back of her neck, leaning down to rest his forehead against hers.
“I’ve found there’s no escaping it,” he sighed, “the stress of you leaving the house every day, just wanna keep you all to myself,”