Part 7.
"Go fish.. Do you have any 8s Mark?" Dave looked up from his cards and sighed slightly. This wasn't exactly how he'd planned to spend his night. In fact, Cindy had said she had a surprise for him.. Now he was missing it and playing cards with Kojak's ugly twin.
"Nope.. I have this though.." Mark leaned in and gave Dave a kiss.
Dave pulled away startled. The man had lips like a dead fish. Cold, clammy and wet. "Mark.." He pretended to blush. "Not here.. Do you have any 6s?"
Mark grinned. "Hey! You're cheating.. Go fish!"
Dave sighed again. This DEFINITELY wasn't how he wanted to spend his night.
**
Cindy had finally un-cuffed her boyfriend, leaving his firm body, slick with sweat, heaving as Elizabeth tried to catch her breath. "Was that fun?" She grinned at Elizabeth and kissed Dave's lips, hard a first then easing off into a sensuous long romantic kiss.
She nodded slowly as Cindy rolled onto her back. Elizabeth grinned. It had been scary at first.. She'd been worried. Worried that Cindy would know that this wasn't *her* Dave. That Mark and Dave would suddenly walk into the bedroom and blow the whole thing. She kissed Cindy's firm but perky breasts, running a moistened finger around the sensitive part of the nipple, making Cindy gasp slightly.
As Elizabeth attacked Cindy's neck with the same voracious appetite that Cindy had to 'Dave's' neck earlier, Cindy rubbed her hands over her boyfriend's firm lower abdomen, and firm erection, guiding it inside her once more.
**
Mark snored loudly on the chair beside the hospital bed. There had been much argument over the name of Baby Greene but, Mark had finally relented. The nurses had taken Elmo Tarragon Green to the nursery to let the new parents get some rest.
**
Cindy fell asleep in her boyfriend's arms. Elizabeth lay awake staring at the ceiling, trying to comprehend what she'd just done. Was it still cheating on Mark considering that she hadn't really been a willing participant. At least not at first. She had gotten aroused. She had participated. She hadn't said no. She had kissed, stroked, fondled and licked as much as Cindy had... and she enjoyed it.
Elizabeth had *REALLY* enjoyed it and in the matter of hours she had
destroyed her marriage, and her professional relationship with Dave.
***
The following morning, Dave sang at the top of his lungs and turned up the volume on the radio as Mark drove down the street to the house. "20-20-24 hours to go... I wanna be sedated.. I wanna be SEDATED!!" The song ended and up came the annoying canned laughter of the DJ. "Folks.. That's the end of our memorial tribute marathon to Joey Ramone.. I hope you enjoyed it." The music changed to a heavy Rave-like beat and Dave closed his eyes, swaying in the music.
Elizabeth's long red curls bounced and flew in Mark's field of vision as he started to careen down the road. "I never knew you to be a fan of..." Mark furrowed his brow. "What IS this?!"
Dave continued to headbang, swaying slightly to the music. "Electronica, Mark.. It's quite relaxing.. The band is called Lemon Jelly.. Just listen to the beat... You'll get the hang of it.."
"Could you stop head banging? Please Elizabeth?" As soon as the words were past Mark's lips, the song ended and Dave grinned.
Cypress Hill's 'Rock Superstar' started up slow, enough for Mark to relax again the calming string orchestra and xylophone. Dave smiled from ear to ear, looking at Elmo sleeping in the back seat.
"So you wanna be a rock superstar, and live large, a big house, 5 cars, you're in charge comin' up in the world, don't trust no body gotta look over your shoulder constan-" Dave had started to sing the chorus when Mark leaned over and shut off the radio.
"Stop it Elizabeth, can't you see you're upsetting the baby?!" Mark glared at his wife and returned his eyes to the road as Dave grumbled and turned it back on, switching the station.
"The baby's asleep Mark.. and has been since we left the hospital, leave Zephir alone.." He muttered irritably. No wonder Elizabeth was such a bitch if she had to put up with this drip.
"Come on baby tell me.. Yes we aim to please.. Come on baby tell me.. Yes we aim to please. Come on, come on.. Come on baby tell me. Yes we aim to please.. Oh yeah.." Dave muttered quietly to himself.
Mark leaned over and turned off the radio again, pulling to the curb. "ZEPHIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!????????????? Dammit Elizabeth. His name is Andrew. We decided on this. MONTHS ago.."
Dave crossed his arms and shook his head, tossing Elizabeth's curls from side to side. "Nuh-uh.. I changed my mind." Literally.. Thought Dave to himself. "His name is Ereonberht now."
"EREONBERHT!!!!!!!?????? What in the hell is an ereonberht!?" Mark sputtered, exasperated.
"Ereonberht was a king." Of what exactly, Dave wasn't certain. That's all the baby book had said. 'Ereonberht-name of a king.' He'd quickly ascertained WHY the book was holding up the table. It was useless.
"Okay.. Not Ereonberht. What about Pendragon.." Dave grinned. "What about Sherwin!?"
Mark went pale and put the car in gear. "We are not naming him Sherwin. We went through this Elizabeth.. I'm not naming my son after your old boyfriends."
Dave bit his lip. Hmmm.. Elizabeth and Mark duking it out over old boyfriends.. He wondered if there had been pudding and trampolines involved. Oh wait.. This involved MARK.. Dave quickly shook the thoughts from his head, shuddering slightly.
"Elizabeth?! Are you okay? Are you cold?" Mark blasted the heat and wrapped the afghan around Elizabeth's shoulders.
"Why did you have an afghan in the backseat?" Dave cocked a brow and wrapped the blanket around him.
"I was just getting prepared for you coming home. I'm sorry I missed the birth of Andrew.. My aunt really was sick.. She really did need me.. I'm sorry Elizabeth." Mark pulled into the driveway and sighed pathetically.
"Forget it Mark.. Weaver was there.. Coburn was there.. D-ave was there.. I would have liked you to be there," So I could punch you in the nose, for getting Elizabeth THIS pregnant, then buggering off to Cleveland, you four-eyed dork! Grumbled Dave in his head. "But since you weren't, I guess I'll have to settle for having you here now.." Dave replied, teeth clenched, slowly patting Mark's hand and smiling phonily.
*****
The clock radio beside the bed clicked on, signalling that if Dave actually had been be scheduled to work today, he had better hustle his cute ass out of bed. Elizabeth rolled over and touched something. With a smile, she pulled it in closer and gave it a kiss. "Mmm Mark.."
The thing laugh and gave her a swat. "Dave! Wake up.. You're dreaming again. You really have a thing for Dr.Greene, don't you!?"
Elizabeth sat up tired in bed. In Dave's bed, in Dave's bedroom, in Dave's apartment.. In.. Dave's body. She groaned loudly and rubbed her head.
The song on the radio filled her ears and Elizabeth shuddered.
"The telephone is ringing, disconnect the line/ The tension is building, but I'm alright/ The stars are colliding, so you might as well let me go/ The television is burning because I set it on fire/ The wheels, they keep turning, but I'm fine/ What about the questions we have locked up inside/ Somewhere, somehow we've been denied/ Hand in hand we walk behind/ Pretending, defending while our souls are tied/ It's only the third hour, my conscience subsides/ But something reminds me that you lied/ What about the consequences/ This can't be right..."
She still shivered as Cindy wrapped the blanket around her and nuzzled her warm face into 'Dave's' shoulder. "Are you okay Dave?? Want me to make some coffee or something?"
That sentence brought Elizabeth out of her fog and she shook her head. She distinctly remembered about Cindy, he had brought thermos's of her 'coffee.' Dave sitting there in the lounge, eating it with a spoon.
"NO!" Elizabeth almost shouted, crawling out of bed in the buff and into the kitchen to make REAL coffee.
Standing there with the coffee pot in one hand and the tin of coffee in the other, Elizabeth eyed the phone. Biting her lip, she yelled into the bedroom.
"Cindy.. We're out of cream.. Could you run down to the store!?" Elizabeth said as she poured the Half and Half down the drain.
"There was a whole carton in the fridge Dave-" Cindy retorted, pulling on a t-shirt as she walked into the kitchen in time to see Elizabeth plink a few drops into her coffee mug.
"It's all gone, Cindy.. I don't know if you've been watering plants with it or what, but I want cream for my damn coffee." Elizabeth muttered with mock anger in her voice.
Cindy rolled her eyes and grabbed her coat. "Yeah.. Whatever.. You bastard.." She said as she slammed the door and stomped off.
Elizabeth sighed, walking to the bedroom and getting dressed into Dave's scrubs before picking up his cellphone off the kitchen table.
***
The phone rang once.. Then twice, then stopped with a click as somebody picked up on the other line. "Elizabeth?" Her voice hissed quietly on the other end. "Damn.. Your freaky nut of a husband stuck his tongue down my throat and made me play GO FISH all night. I was ready to beat him to death with my bedpan. Where ARE you?"
"I'm at your apartment.. On your phone. Where's Mark?" Replied Elizabeth, sitting down at the kitchen table suddenly wondering if Malucci had ever sat naked at this table and ate Count Chocula. She wondered if he made a habit of it. It was an inane thought, and one she smirked at.
"Mark's gone to get eggs, milk and a pound of butter.. I 'accidently' dropped the whole lot down the garbage disposal. Where's Cindy?" Dave paced the room,
"What?! All I did was pour a pint of cream down the sink. She's gone to the corner store. She threatened to make coffee." Muttered Elizabeth irritably.
Dave laughed. "Oh poor you.. Your husband's been feeding me health crap. Porridge and orange juice. I want my sugary cereals and coffee.. I want a damn coffee, but he says it's 'not good for the baby.' He has me BREAST-FEEDING!!!!!!!!!!! I mean.. These things are cool and all.. But having a little sucker attached.. I'm not motherly. I'm not a WOMAN!!! Goddamnit Dr.Corday, you gotta get me back into my own bod-"
Dave swivelled around to find Mark standing in the doorway, bags in hand and his jaw hitting the floor. "Hi.. Mark.. It's.. Dave on the phone.. He.. Phoned to see how we were doing.."
Mark's eyes narrowed. "Hang up the phone now Malucci.. I don't want my wife to hear while I break every bone in your body." He replied with a deathly tone, cracking his knuckles.
"MARK NO!!! DON'T!" Elizabeth yelled shrilly into the phone. "That's *MY* body you'll be beating into a pulp!!! Wait till he's in his own body again.. THEN you can beat the snot out of him.. I promise!"
Dave nearly dropped the phone as Mark took a swing at him. "Whoa! HEY! Dr.Corday!!"
He tossed Mark the phone as Coenualch Tescotickle Greene started to scream at the top of his lungs. Ducking and weaving, Dave escaped from the kitchen, leaving Mark dumbfounded and holding the phone.
"Elizabeth?"