The Way We Were

The Way We DO Come Home

Marcy breathed deeply, happy that she didn't have to move until she wanted to.

Mal rolled over and cuddled up to her in his sleep.

She smiled and shimmied a bit before relaxing.

The door burst open and the twins came running in. "Mommy! Daddy! There's no school! We can play all day!"

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Marcy sipped her hibiscus tea slowly as she listened (not really) to Santana complain. "Tana!"

"What?!" Santana griped.

"Shut up talking to me about how much your daughter is stressing you out! You're lucky her father isn't!"

"He better not!"

"You better be nice to him! He'll be all you have when your parents find out today!"

Santana started crying. "They're going to disown me!"

Marcy groaned. Why'd she start the weepy eighteen year old off? "Stop crying. They won't disown you."

"Abuela did!"

"Your abuelita is the devil. I don't know why you love someone so toxic. Nevermind. You're toxic."

Santana began sobbing. "You hate me!"

"I do now."

There was a rustling then Brittany spoke. "Marcy, be nice!"

"Or what?"

Brittany was silent but Marcy could hear her glare. "Be nice!"

"I can't wait until your parents find out you're pregnant. I don't know why you haven't told them before now." Marcy fussed.

"They'll be mad at me."

"You're eighteen. You can do whatever you want."

"But they pay for everything."

"They will when your scholarship gets officially taken away from you after break." Both Santana and Brittany had full ride cheerleading scholarships to the University of Kentucky.

Brittany sniffled. "Daddy's going to hate me!"

"Stop crying. Your son's going to come out sad."

Santana came back on the line. "What are you having?"

"None of your business."

"Marcy!" Brittany must have put her on speaker.

"You'll know soon."

"Like when you give birth?" Santana snarked.

"Not that soon."

"Mommy?" Mally got up from kneeling at the coffee table and came to sit on the sectional by her and Stone. "I finished."

Marcy set her mug aside and reached for the picture he'd drawn for her announcing the triplets. "Thank you, baby! It's so cute!"

He beamed as she kissed his cheek.

"My turn?" Mickey wanted to know.

"Yeah." Marcy gave the page back to the little boy to give to his twin. "Put your sparkles on it."

Mickey got to work with her glitter.

"They're so cute!" Brittany cooed. "We're going to have that!"

Santana sniffled. "We are!"

Marcy smiled. Pregnant women...

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