The Way We Were

The Way We Be Merry

"What is this game?" Jude asked.

"Yukigassen." Marcy ducked.

"And you can play this pregnant?"

"Probably not but I'm wrapped in enough layers that I can stop a bullet. A snowball shouldn't faze me."

"I'd feel better if you sat this out, brah. What would Mal say if he knew you were playing this game?"

"Mal's in town with the twins picking up something "top secret". He won't be back for a while and I can play a round or two before he comes back and freaks out. He's overprotective, you know."

"I know." He smirked. "He should be. You move a million miles per hour."

She dodged another missile. "So I should be fine."

"I'm going to try to protect you."

"If you must..."

"I do."

W.W.W.

"That was super dangerous!" Laura snapped. "Don't you care about your baby?!"

"You've been yelling at me for two days. Don't you care about my baby?" Marcy pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Don't turn this around on me, Marceline Anne Eve Taylor-Jones Chang!" Laura waggled her finger. "You're lucky I don't tell our parents or Mal!"

"It was just a friendly game of Yukigassen with our cousins! No one got hurt and I had fun!"

"But you could have gotten hurt! What if someone had hit you too hard?! You could have aborted the baby!"

"You act like I'm not hearing you! I know what I did was possibly dangerous and probably stupid but I did it! It's over! Leave me alone!"

Laura threw her hands up. "It's like talking to a brick wall."

Marcy rolled her eyes. "Can I go now?"

"Yeah, whatever."

Marcy huffed before leaving Marc's and Laura's hotel room and going to her own. She opened the door and saw Mal looking through his luggage. "What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to find my Nikon." He frowned but didn't look up. "Have you seen it?"

"Nope." She put her hand on her stomach. She knew in her heart of hearts that Laura was right but she just hated being scolded. "I need to tell you something."

W.W.W.

Marcy sighed as she texted on her phone. She set it aside and continued cutting out shapes for her Christmas cookies.

"What's wrong?" Mercedes asked as she layered a sheet of dough over a pie. "He won't leave you alone?"

"Not at all." Ever since Marcy confessed to playing extreme snow fight, Mal had been her shadow. He only let her go to the bathroom and bake by herself. Even then, he texted her endlessly.

"Why did you play?" Quinn wanted to know.

"I just wanted to have fun. You know winter's my favorite season and it has all my favorite sports. I haven't played them since I was pregnant the last time we went somewhere cold. I just wanted to have fun."

"I know being pregnant makes you miss out on things but it's a blessing." Laura unbent.

"I know." Marcy sighed again as her phone went off. She looked at it and her eyes widened. "No way!"

"What is it?" Mercedes sliced through the pie to ventilate it.

"Artie says Brittany cheated on him with Santana!"