Companionship

Chapter 15

Everyone wanted to see how the triplets were doing. Mercedes was still mad at Marcy for not allowing her to witness the births.

Puck didn't know why she wanted to be in there but wisely kept that to himself.

Anna tried to soothe her but Mercedes didn't want to hear it.

So when they went up to the hospital, they were surprised to see Marcy packing to go.

"Where are you going?!" Mercedes gasped.

"None of your business." Marcy walked around slowly, making sure they had everything.

Mercedes was back to mad. "You are so mean!"

"Shut up." Marcy wasn't in the mood.

Mercedes gasped again. "Don't tell me to shut up, you mean fatface!"

"Shut the fuck up talkin to me."

Mercedes burst into tears. "Noah!"

"Noah can get slapped, too."

Puck was unsure how he got in this but took a step back. "Mini Mama,-"

"In fact, get out."

"You're putting us out again?!" Mercedes was distraught.

"You're working my last nerve."

Mercedes sobbed.

Mal didn't want her to cry. "Can you help me put his coat on him?"

Mercedes nodded pitifully and went to help Peter into his coat.

"Are you okay?" Anna asked quietly.

"No." Marcy monotoned as she finished.

Anna wondered why her best friend was in a terrible mood but wasn't going to bring it up in mixed company. "Do you need help with anything?"

"Can you carry this?" Marcy held out her clutch from the night before.

"I can hold something bigger."

"It's okay. 'Zilla's going to hold my bag. There's nothing else."

"What about one of the babies?"

"Staff is going to hold them."

"Staff?"

"They're trained not to drop kids."

Anna blinked.

Marcy smirked. "Come on. Let's go."

The hospital was still unsure of her leaving but did help her to. They held the triplets as Mal put them in their car-seats securely.

They waved the group off as Mal helped Marcy then Ellen into Travis.

Puck helped his women into Mercedes' Cadillac and followed behind them until they got to their house.

Staff spilled out to help bring the babies inside.

Once everyone was inside and settled in, Marcy went to shower and get in fresh clothing (pyjamas) then climbed in bed.

"Are you still angry with me?" Mercedes pouted.

"No." Marcy tried to find a comfortable spot.

"Are you sure you want to be home so soon? You stayed for at least 24 hours with Rye."

"I'm not stayin in no hospital."

Mercedes looked at her in hurt. "Are you okay?"

"Why does everybody keep asking me that?!"