"So, what can we expect from this album?" Carson, from MTV, asked. I was on TRL promoting my new CD, which hits the stores, tomorrow at 10 am.
"Uh, something a little different than the last album. Um, I did a duet with Marc Anthony (a.n.I love him!), which was really cool, he's a really nice guy. I got a lot of upbeat, songs you can dance to type thing, and I just hope everyone likes it, I know I do," I said smiling.
"Well, there's a rumor that you are going to be nominated for MTV's artist of the year, what do you think of that?" Carson asked.
"Oh, I think that's really cool. I dont expect to win it, but I think it would be cool," I shrugged.
"Another rumor is that Ms.Marissa Daniels is taken, true or false?" he asked.
I smiled at the thought of Howie, "True."
"Well, thats rad, good luck with that and good luck with your album," he said smiling.
"Aww, thanks," I said grinning.
"Do you want to introduce the number one video on today's countdown?" he asked.
"Sure, coming in at number one on todays countdown, with 13% of your calls and 25% of your e-mails, here is Eminem with The Real Slim Shady," I said smiling.
"Thanks," Carson said as soon as it went to commercial.
"You're free to go," one of the producers told me.
"Can I have your autograph?" a girl asked as I was walking away.
"Of course," I said smiling, stopping to sign the picture she had of me. I wrinkled my nose at the picture, it was horrible.
"Here you go," I said handing it back to her.
"Thanks," she smiled.
"No problem," I said rushing off, because the producers were getting impatient with me.
*Later*
"It's positive," the doctor said smiling at me.
"Im pregnant?" I asked shocked.
Oh goodness! I looked over at Howie, he was stunned.
"Howie, honey, are you ok?" I asked frowning.
"Uh huh," he muttered, still staring blankly in front of him.
"Howie, say something," I said.
"I cant believe you're pregnant," he muttered.
"Howie," I said, getting a little annoyed.
"How'd you get pregnant?" he asked.
"It's called a penis in a vagina, heard of it?" I asked, angry.
"I mean, I know how you got pregnant, but are you sure you want to go through with this?" he asked.
"Howie! I cant believe you! Of course I want to go through with this! Dont you?" I asked looking down.
"Marissa, I dont know if I can handle three kids," he sighed.
"I cannot even believe you are saying this! Howie this isnt you, what's your problem?" I asked.
"There's a baby inside you! That's my problem," he shouted.
Tears filled my eyes. I never thought in a million years that Howie wouldnt support me. I thought he loved me.
"I dont even want to look at you," I said glaring at him. I got down from the table, grabbed my papers and walked out of the room. I walked to the counter to pay for my visit and impatiently waited for the nurse to hurry up with the papers.
"Marissa," Howie said jogging up to me.
"What?" I hissed.
"Look, Im sorry, I didnt mean what I said in there," he whispered.
"Howie, I love you, but if that's how you are going to treat me now that Im pregnant, than I dont want to be with you," I said.
"I know, but are you positive you are ready to have a baby, you are still young and everything," he said.
"What do you want me to do? Get an abortion? I dont think so," I said glaring.
"Well, Marissa, I dont want you to do something you cant handle," he told me.
"I cant believe you arent being supportive, no wonder Lisa didnt want you seeing Stephanie," I said, harshly. I immediatly regreted what I just said.
"Screw you Marissa," he said and walked off.
"Howie! Im sorry! I didnt mean it," I begged, running after him.
"Marissa, I dont even want to look at you," he said stopping.
"Howie, you cant just forget me because I said that. Think about what you said in there, in front of that doctor, embarrassing me like that," I said. We were standing in the middle of the parking lot.
"Marissa, I just dont want to see you," he said and turned away. He walked to his car. Thank G-D we rode seperatly.
"Damn you Howie!" I shouted. I sighed and walked to my car and got in. P> Well, we live together, we'll talk when we get home.
*At Home*
"Marissa!" Samantha squealed running up to me. She wrapped her arms around me.
"Hey sweetheart," I said smiling.
"Grandma just left," she told me.
"Where's Howie?" I asked softly, looking around for him.
"Getting Stephanie ready for her bath, I already took mine," she informed me.
"That's good honey,"I said smiling.
"Why's Uncle Howie sad?" she asked.
"I dont know honey, Im going to talk to him, ok?" I asked.
"Ok," she nodded.
"Howie, can we please talk?" I asked softly.
"Yeah, come on," he mumbled and walked off towards our room. I followed close behind him.
"Im sorry baby," he whispered after I had closed the door.
"Howie, I just want you to be supportive," I whispered.
"I know, and I am going to be. But, what about your career?" he asked looking up at me as he sat on the bed.
"Well, Im telling you this, I am not raising a kid while Im in the show business," I said looking him in the eye.
"You're going to give up your love, your passion, your dreams?" he asked.
"No, you are my love, my passion, and my dreams Howie. I dont need millions of fans cheering me on, the only thing I need is one fan cheering me on, you," I said smiling weakly.
"You know what I saw the very first time I saw you Marissa?" he asked softly.
"What?" I asked, interested.
"Heaven."
"I love you Howie."
"I love you too baby."
Chapter Seventeen
Epilogue
Heaven Index
Howie Fanfiction Index
BSB Fanfiction Index
Backstreet Island