"Daddy? Mother, Father?" Marcy set her cup of tea down. "We have to talk to you."
"Are you having twins again?" Jeanette guessed.
Mal shook his head. "No. This is a single birth."
"Why are you wishing work on them?" Michael stared at his wife.
"Why don't you want to know what you're having?" Marcus sulked.
"Because we already have a name." Marcy repeated. "Now listen. We have to talk about something very important. We want to move out."
The three adults were gobsmacked. "What?!"
"We want to move out."
Mal looked at his parents. "Are you okay?"
"Why do you want to move out?!" Jeanette nearly cried.
"We need room." Marcy shrugged. "We need privacy. We need to do this. We need to grow up."
"You're fifteen!"
"But I'll be sixteen in May. We need to do this. We're getting older. We should have this responsibility."
"No." Jeanette shook her head. "You can't leave me."
"Jeanette." Michael started.
"No! You can't take my babies away from me!" Jeanette stood up and hugged herself.
"We're not trying to take the twins from you." Mal began.
"I'm talking about you two! But you're not taking my children away either! No, you're staying right here!"
"Jeanette!" Michael pursed his lips. "You're getting hysterical. I think if this is what they want, we should do it."
"Really?" Mal was surprised.
"Of course. You're adults now. You can survive on your own."
"You just don't want us."
"Malcolm!"
Mal sat back.
"That is not true! You said you wanted this!"
"Daddy?" Marcy looked at Marcus. "What do you think?"
"What do I think?" Marcus blinked.
"If you don't think it's a good idea, we'll stay." Marcy took Mal's hand.
"Tell them it's a bad idea!" Jeanette raged.
"It's a good idea!" Michael bit off.
Marcus looked at the young couple in front of him with uncertainty written across their features. "It's a good idea."
Marcy smiled and got up to hug her father. "Thanks, Daddy."
Mal hugged him, too. "Yeah, thanks, Father."
"No!" Jeanette screeched.
Michael smiled. "This is happening so I'd advise you to come to terms with it, Jeanette."
Jeanette hugged Mal and Marcy. And cried. She did a lot of crying. "My babies!"
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The Way We Were
ChickLitMarcy Jones is twelve when she gets pregnant by her very best friend, Mal Chang. Their parents force them to marry but it's a dream come true for the very much in love duo. Follow their journey as they become one with their children and figure out l...
