The Way We Were

The Way We Make It Rain

Marcy yawned. She was still sleepy from the triplets and the for some reason clingy Riley. But this was her first week back at school and even better, today was her birthday.

She got ready for school then found a note taped to her mouthwash bottle. It was from her husband. It was a clue to her first present.

He knew how competitive she was. Why'd he do this? She giggled before swigging mouthwash and spitting it out.

It was on!

W.W.W.

"How many presents do you have?" Karen asked.

"From Mal?" Marcy wanted to know.

"No. From everyone."

"I don't know." She frowned. She hadn't been too focused on other people because she'd been wholly focused on the man she shared a bed with.

"How many from Mal?" Daisy lifted a brow.

Marcy grinned. "Twelve."

"Your husband got you twelve gifts?!" Her friends were outdone.

"I think it's going to be eighteen." Mal knew how much numbers turned her on.

"I'm so jealous." Anna sighed.

"Damien's totally going to hook you up." Marcy knew that for a fact.

"Damien." Anna smiled warmly.

"Finally a boy who can handle you." Karen was impressed.

"Boy, my foot. Damien's a man!" Marcy growled.

Carly sulked. "Ugh! I need a man! Roberto is such a snooze!"

"Girl, you need to leave boys alone and get an education."

"You sound like my daddy!" Carly whined. "He says he won't take care of me forever!"

They all knew that was a lie. Carlitos Simpson was in love with his daughter and would do anything for her. He just wanted her to have direction.

"You still haven't picked a college, have you?" Tina felt for her.

"No." Carly wailed. "I don't know what to do."

"Go to Portland." Marcy suggested lightly.

"Portland? Like Oregon?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"You got into U of P and it's fucking nutballs of a town. You'll have a tonne of fun and date so many weird hipsters."

Carly thought it over. She'd only applied to the school because it seemed funny but it sounded like a good idea. "You're the best, Marcy!"

"I know."

W.W.W.

Marcy cut class to go get another tattoo. This one for the triplets. She knew it could be dangerous to get it while breastfeeding so she was going to pump and dump and use breast milk from a bank for a few days.

Bonez grinned. "Look at you! In a minute, you're going to have a full sleeve!"

Marcy smirked. "I want another."

"You just like needles." He teased.

Actually Marcy was terrified of needles (all the Fabanges girls were) but for an odd reason, she could get tattoos. "I must."

W.W.W.

Marcy pulled into her driveway and saw a car with a bow on it parked by the garage. She parked behind it and got out to look at it.

It was a 2014 black Bugatti. She peeked in the windows and saw everything was green, the suede seats, the controls, the floor mats, the dashboard was even a green leopard print.

Mal pulled in beside her and got out.

"Did you do this?" She leapt on him.

He chuckled. "No."

"You didn't? Is it not mine?"

"We can call everyone."

"Best bet is to just text Jessie and ask her to find out."

"Just Ask Jessie." He teased.

W.W.W.

Marcy got off the phone. "It's a present from Granddad!"

Karou pouted. "I want a car!"

"Your birthday's Saturday. Hush!"

Karou sulked.

Mal just thought of something. "Have you checked your bank account yet?"

"No." Marcy wanted to go drive her new car.

"You should check. To see how much you have to part with for Grandfather."

Marcy nodded. That made a lot of sense. She went to the bank app on her phone and checked the most recent deposit transaction. She nearly dropped her phone.

"What?! How much is it?!" The (for the time being) seventeen year olds yelped.

Marcy showed her phone. "$15.5 million."