Sorry for the long wait, but I think it was worth it. 'Wink Wink' 'Nudge Nudge' 'Eye-Raise Eye-Raise.'

The Bodyguard: Points of view

"Frank, how are we going to tell the kids?" Rachel asked on the way home. "They will be thrilled, Rachel. This will give you and MJ an excuse to decorate something," I said. "Wait, MJ already knows. It was weird because she came up to me and said, 'Babies Mommy.'" "Hey, she's a special kid. She senses things like you falling asleep at church-" "That was an accident," she cut me off. "What about the time you ate all the snacks at Fletcher's back to school night?" "Dammit, how can I not realize that I was pregnant?" she asked. "Well I didn't know you were pregnant either," I said. "Yeah, I know but it's my body," she said. "And I know your body just as much as you do. Hell, I probably know it better than you." "Whatever," she said.

When we got home Sy bum rushed us before we had a chance to step in the door. "Where the hell was you guys, I've been paging you for at least an hour?" he yelled. "I left my pager here," Rachel said handing me her jacket. "How was everything, I see MJ didn't tear you into pieces," I joked but his face was still serious. "Oh everything was fine, until I discovered she had the damn flu!" he yelled. "What? Where is she? Is she okay" Rachel asked. "She is asleep. Her fever went down but she keeps coughing." "Well, did you give her inhaler?" I asked. Sy smacked his hand on his forehead. "God dammit, I knew there was something I forgot?" That's when Rachel took off upstairs faster than I've ever seen her run. "Honey, you're pregnant, slow down," I yelled running after her. "My baby needs me," she yelled back. She ran to the bathroom and got MJ's inhaler and went to her room. MJ was sleep, but she wasn't coughing, she was wheezing. Rachel sat at MJ's bed and tried to wake her up. "Sweetie. Come on wake up," she said, but she didn't. "MJ, wake up for Mommy." MJ started to open her eyes. "MJ, sit up," she placed to pump in her mouth, "Inhale… exhale." I left the room and went back downstairs. "She's okay right?" Sy asked. "Yeah, she should be. Look man, Rachel told me about your club and the reason why you agreed to babysit MJ. I need to thank you for taking care of her because if you didn't it would be a lot worse." "Anytime, you know she really is a good kid. I misjudged her and I'm sorry," he apologized. "Tell that to my daughter," I said. "She's okay," Rachel said coming back down the stairs, "You did a good job, you can come back tomorrow and talk to her about your club, but now you have to go." "Alright, I'll see you two tomorrow." He walked out and I closed and locked it. "You want to go watch a movie or something," Rachel asked me. I turned around and nodded. We walked upstairs to our room and watched my favorite movie, "The Seven Year Inch."

Fletcher's POV

I woke up in the morning and remembered that I wasn't home. "Fletch, get up," my friend Mitchell said throwing his pillow at me. I threw it back at him and turned away. "Man, we got to get up. We got to be at practice in an hour or coach will bench us so get you sleepy ass in the shower. And my mom put your breakfast on the table." He left and I slept for another 3 three minutes before I got up. I took my shower and went into Mitch's kitchen to be greeted by his parents and his little, by ten minutes, sister Trixie. "Good morning people," I greeted. "Morning Fletcher," his mom Pam said. "Fletcher," Trixie said. "Trisha," I said. She glared at me for call her by her real name. Trixie and I never really liked each other, she always been just Mitch's sister to me and I have always been just one of her brother's friends. She was seventeen and I just turned sixteen so we never have anything to talk about and it was starting to get annoying because I'm always over here and she never says a word to me. "Where's Mitch?" I asked, sitting down next to his mom. "He left," his dad Michael said, "He said that he wasn't going to wait for you so you and Trixie are going to walk down there." I loved being able to walk down the street and have no one know I was Rachel Marron's son. I kind of thank my mom for sheltering me from the media- wait, did he just say that Trixie is walking with me. "Why does Trixie have to come with me?" I asked. "Because she needs to get out the house and I said so," Ms. Pam said. "Yes ma'am," I mumbled. I swear that I have at least three mother's; my mom, Aunt Sonya and Ms. Pam. The telephone rang and Ms. Pam was the one to get it. "Hi," she said, "Yeah, she's right here. Trixie, it's for you." "Hello," Trixie said. Then I could hear someone yelling at her from the other end. "I'll take this in the living room," she said. When she slid the door shut both her parents looked at me. I took another bite of my bacon, wiped my hands and went around to the other side of their living room where I could see and hear Trixie but she couldn't see me, and luckily she had the phone on speaker. "Rob, will you stop yelling, I can hear you," she said. "I have to yell, bitch. You don't call a guy and tell him that we're over. We are over when I say that we're over!" the guy yelled. "Don't you call me a bitch!" "Okay, ho, you must don't understand. You belong to me." "I don't belong to you man, no scratch that, I don't belong to you, boy. Robert, you are the scum of the fucking earth. You slept with my best friend behind my back and you have the nerve to call me a ho. YOU are a slut and I don't want to be with you anymore so stop calling my house and leave me the fuck alone!" she hung up and I ran back to the kitchen. "What happen?" Mr. Mike asked. "Let's just say that it wasn't pretty. I suggest getting an alarm system," I warned. "FLETCHER!" we heard Trixie yell, "You have one minute to get you stuff and be at the door or I'm leaving." I gulped down my orange juice and said, "Thanks for breakfast, Ms. Pam." I got up and grabbed my gym bag. "Good luck," Mr. Mike wished. 'Yeah right,' I thought.

The park was at seeing distance and I had twenty more minutes before I had to be at practice. Trixie and I haven't said anything to one another the whole walk but it was getting awkward. "You okay?" I asked. "Why wouldn't I be?" she snapped. I looked at her and she was looking at the ground. "It's better if you talk about it," I suggested. She looked up to only shoot me a cold glare. "Or not," I said. We were just a few meter away from the park went some pulled Trixie away. "What the hell? Let me go," she said. "No, is he the reason you broke up with me?" the guy, who I assume was Rob, asked. "I broke up with you because I hate you," she said. "Come on, you don't mean that. I'm sorry about what I said on the phone. Forgive me?" Trixie tried to get out of his grip but failed. "Hey kid, get lost," the guy told me, but I was frozen. "Fletcher you stay right there. Robert let go of me." "Come on, baby," he wrapped his arms around her and tried to kiss her. That's when she slapped him. He let go of her and held his face. When he looked at her he said, "You bitch." Then he punched her in her face. I unfroze in realization of what happen. Trixie was on the floor and Rob was standing over her about to kick her but not before I pushed him away. "Hey, man you don't freaking hit a girl like that!" I yelled shoving him harder. "Kid, mind your own damn business," he shoved me back. "Dude, your mom so stupid she didn't teach you to keep your hands off a woman!" He looked at me before trying to punch me, but I caught his fist and punch him in his nose. He fell to the ground with tears come out of his eyes. I picked up an unconscious Trixie and carried her to the park. When Mitchell saw us he immediately ran over. "What happen?" he asked. There was a crowd. "Her boyfriend." Coach came over and asked the same question. "We were walking when her ex stopped us. He was trying to get her back and when he tried to kiss her, she slapped him. He got mad and punch her," I explained. "Where is he?" Mitch asked. "By the gate." "I'll kill him," he said, before taking off in Rob's direction. "Mitchell, stop!" I yelled because Mitchell was a cancer sign and he was crazy enough to do it. Coach went after him and stopped him. He walked Mitchell back over trying to calm him down. "The best thing to do is call the police," Coach said to him. Mitchell was so angry he had tears in his eyes. "No, the best thing to do is kill him. No one puts their hands on a girl, let alone my little sister!" "Fletcher, take her to the nurse," Coach instructed me. I nodded and walk into the building to the nurse's office. Today was probably one of the most interesting days of my life and it wasn't even noon yet.