The Way We Were

The Way We Three Way Marry PT2

Mercedes and Quinn screamed as Santana and Brittany screamed.

Mike, Marcy, Artie and Mal winced at the loud women.

"Hi!" The four hugged.

"This is annoying as all hell." Marcy muttered.

"Find your hormones, baby." Mal whispered.

Artie, who'd overheard, snorted. "What hormones? Those things leave as soon as she gets to pushin."

Both Marcy and Mal were quiet.

Mike turned to them slowly. "Are you pregnant again?"

"What?!" Artie was blown away. "You're pregnant again?!"

The girls overheard. "You're pregnant?!"

Marcy threw up her hands.

Mal beamed. "Yeah."

Mercedes started crying. "I want to be pregnant!"

"Mikey,-!" Quinn started.

Mike huffed. Both were officially cleared. "We already have three children."

"Marcy has seven!"

"On that note, we'll see you later." Marcy took Mal's hand.

"Are you going to have sex?" Mercedes was so hurt.

"Yep!" Marcy left the engaged thruple's room and dragged Mal behind her.

When they got to their room, he grew excited. "We're really having sex?"

"No." Marcy started putting on sunscreen.

He almost cried. "Why not?"

"We can have sex after we get our baby."

"You want me to wait nine months to touch you?"

"More like nine hours."

"Huh?"

She put on her wide brimmed hat. "You'll see."

W.W.W.

Mal looked up at the orphanage in pure confusion. "What's going on? Why are we here?"

"Come with me please." She held out her hand.

He took it and let her lead him inside. The building was like any orphanage they'd ever been in (long story) and honestly freaked them out.

A man walked into the entryway. He bowed slightly and began speaking.

"I'm sorry. We're unfamiliar with your language." Marcy hated that.

He switched to English. "Hello. I was asking if you were lost and needed directions."

"Oh no." Marcy shook her head. "We're here to adopt."

W.W.W.

"This is the activity room." Mr. Tesh Valbalm showed Marcy and Mal to the large room. "The children are pursuing friendships here. You may look about and talk to the children."

Marcy dragged Mal off and started looking around.

"So we're adopting." Mal lifted his brows.

"Yes. You know we've talked about it."

"Yeah. Before we had 6.5 kids."

"My plan hasn't changed. Has yours?" She looked up at him with hurt in her big green eyes.

He melted. "No."

"Yay!" She pulled him over to a small child, no more than four. "Hi, sweetie."

The little boy smiled. "Hi."

"How are you?" Mal asked.

"I'm fine and you?"

The couple was charmed. "We're fine thank you."

He beamed.

They started asking him questions and he answered truthfully. He was three and his name was Rajah. His birthday was soon and he loved taking pictures and gardening.

They loved him immediately and told Mr. Valbalm that they wanted him.

The old man was pleased. Rajah was a model child but very fearful. He was picked on a lot for being more advanced than the other children but also more reserved.

The graduates signed for Rajah and were able to leave with him then and there. They went shopping and sent most of the things to England but kept some things for Rajah to enjoy for the next two days.

Then they went back to the hotel so he could nap and they could tell their brother and sisters their news.

W.W.W.

"You got a kid." Artie repeated.

Marcy continued shaving him. "You can keep saying it. It happened."

"But you're pregnant with your seventh child?" Arnold was confused.

"Eighth."

Bennett Abrams, Artie's father smiled. "I think it was honorable."

"Thank you, Mr. Bennett!" She finished with Artie's face and held up a mirror.

Artie inspected his face. "Wow, you're good."

"I am."

"Not a bit of modesty."

"Modesty's for ugly people."

The men (groomsmen), family members on both sides of the thruple's families laughed.

"Alright! You're looking mighty spiffy, son! Let's get out of here!" Bennett clapped hands on his only son's shoulders.

W.W.W.

"I now pronounce you Mr. and Mrs. and Mrs. Arthur Abrams!"

Artie, Brittany and Santana came to stand away from the clergyman and had various relatives come up to them to offer congratulations.

W.W.W.

Mercedes set a piece of cake in front of Rajah. "Here you go, honey."

"Thank you, ma'am." He said politely before digging in.

Mercedes was truly charmed. "I'm your aunt now, sweetie. You can call me Tia Mercy."

"That's a pretty name."

"Tia means "Aunt" in Spanish. Tia Quinn and I are your aunts. You have two more, Tia Laura and Tia Maddie."

He digested that. "What's "Uncle"? How many uncles do I have?"

""Uncle" is "Tio". You have two uncles. Tio Marc and Tio Mike. Tio Mike is dancing with the pretty lady in the white dress."

"I know my colors."

"You do? That's very smart of you."

He smiled and kicked his feet slowly.

Mercedes decided something right then. She wanted to adopt.

W.W.W.

"Where are you going on your honeymoon?" Karou asked the groom.

Artie laughed. "Why? Ya gonna meet me there?"

Arnold was not amused. "Art!"

"I'm kidding!"

"I'll tell your wives!"

Artie grinned. I've got wives!