"Hey?" Malcolm sat next to Marceline Anne at the airport.
"Hey." She responded quietly.
"Hi." Mercedes Catherine looked up at Michael the Fourth.
"Hi." He sat next to her.
"Hello, Dr. and Mrs. Chang." The Jones girls chorused. "Good morning, Madeline."
Michael the Third was holding Madeline but the little girl waved. "Hello, Mercedes Catherine and Marceline Anne."
"Hello, dears." Jeanette sat on Marceline Anne's free side but one over because she had her bags in that seat. "How exactly is Italy?"
"I don't understand." Marceline Anne freely admitted.
"How is the weather?"
"Snowy."
"It snows?"
"Yes."
"Darn."
Marceline Anne's mouth curved. "I'm sorry."
Jeanette made an adorable face as she pointed at her. "Now how is the shopping?"
"Ugh! You like shopping, too?"
Mercedes Catherine turned in her seat, excited. "Yes! The shopping is fabulous! Grandmom is probably going to take us to all her favorite stores!"
"Shopping." Madeline spoke her first words in a sleepy tone.
"She heard us in her sleep..." Marceline Anne felt dread.
"You don't like to shop?" Michael the Fourth was deeply amused.
"Shopping is inhumane."
"She shops for books." Mercedes Catherine told. "She shops for books like most women shop for shoes."
Malcolm smirked. "Maybe we should have gone to a bookstore last night?"
"It's not about what I want; it's about what we need." Marceline Anne returned to her phone.
Michael the Third approved. "Where's your father?"
"He's in the bathroom." Mercedes Catherine answered.
He finally set Madeline in a seat. "What time are we boarding?"
"In a long time. Marcy likes to be early for stuff."
Again, he approved.
Marcus walked up. "Hello all."
The Changs greeted him as he sat down.
Michael began talking to him about a basketball game that'd shown on TV recently.
Jeanette continued asking Mercedes Catherine questions about Milan and shopping with Michael the Fourth chiming in with quick remarks.
Madeline slept.
Malcolm touched his fiancée's arm and hurried to move his hand when she snapped her gaze in his direction. "Sorry."
"Uh huh..." She stated a while later.
He looked elsewhere, not able to take that stare.
She reached for his hand and squeezed before looking back at her phone.
He glowed. She does like me!
M-
"It's so beautiful!" Jeanette gasped as they walked to the taxis lined up outside the airport in Milan.
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Morphine
Romance"I can feel you; just like a drug..." Marceline Anne Taylor-Jones is what one would call a bad girl. She does what she wants when she wants because she wants. Malcolm Chang is what one would call a good boy. He follows the rules and does what's requ...
