The Way We Were

The Way We Say Goodbye PT1

The Fabangeses piled onto the bus to go home. Michael dropped each of them off at their homes before taking his youngest home.

Mercedes sighed deeply as she looked through each room. "Marcy said we have to get packing as soon as possible."

"Ugh!" Quinn groaned. "I don't want to do that! I feel like we've been packing all week!"

"You have." Mike threw shade.

Quinn glared at him.

"Quinnie, we need to get this done." Mercedes narrowed her gaze on her wife. "Now we need to pack up media, clothing, shoes and accessories. We're having our cars shipped. We luckily found furniture, dishes, appliances and tools in L.A. so we don't have to worry about that. We need to ship our bikes. I fully plan on riding my bike at the beach."

Mike grinned. "I can't wait to see you ride your bike at the beach."

Mercedes blushed with a giggle. "Mikey!"

W.W.W.

Marcy threw up in the sink in the laundry room. It was unlike her normal vibrant vomit and was instead a mealy oatmeal in color and texture.

It immediately hit her what was happening. "FeFe, can you handle the rest of this yourself?"

FeFe nodded. "Oui, Madame."

Marcy rinsed out her mouth and washed her hands before running out. She went upstairs to the master bathroom to check if she had any pregnancy tests but she didn't.

Mal walked in with their tooth supplies to put away. "What are you looking for?" He set their things on the counter to help her look.

"Pregnancy tests!"

He stopped and looked at her with wide eyes. "What?"

"Don't get crazy on me." She was feeling out of it enough as it was.

He gripped her arms. "I'll go buy a pregnancy test right now!"

"Five!" She yelled after him.

W.W.W.

Marcy sat with her back to the tub with her knees pulled up to her chest.

Mal sat next to her and wrapped his arm around her. "It'll be okay." He kissed her head.

"I had two years!" Marcy complained.

"It could be negative." He offered.

"It's us."

"Well I like getting you pregnant."

A smile curved her lush mouth. "I like getting pregnant. It's always fun."

He tickled her under her chubby chin. "I meant you being pregnant."

She giggled.

"How long has it been?"

"I don't know. My alarm hasn't gone-" A loud Spanish song went off next to the five different tests. "Off. Okay. Let's see."

W.W.W.

Quinn walked into the closet where Mercedes was packing the last bag they were taking on the plane. "Hey? Rachel called."

"She did?" Mercedes looked up.

"Yeah. She wants one last glee get together."

"But Rory's gone?"

"I know but we're here for the time being."