The Way We Were

The Way We Family Reunion PTII

Mike felt like he was being punked.

Marc and Mal were laughing uncontrollably. Laura and Maddie were celebrating. Mercedes and Quinn were crying happy tears.

Only Marcy seemed as disturbed as Mike. "Gross..."

"Gross." Sola repeated.

Marcy smiled briefly. "Yup."

Mike felt like echoing the sentiment.

W.W.W.

Karou ran to Marcy and hugged her hard, crying.

Marcy was disgusted. "What the hell is your problem?"

"I missed you!"

"Root Beer ruined you..."

"Don't talk about my son!" Karou let her go.

"I'm not. I'm talkin bout his mama."

Arnold snickered as he walked over with the little boy. "I wish Art was here."

"Well he and his smokin hot wives and their beautiful children are off to Cali, getting things ready."

"I can't believe I'm in Beijing." He gave her a careful hug.

"It's beautiful, isn't it? But not as beautiful as your wife."

"Aww!" Karou melted. "Cuz!"

"I'm talking about Yuria." Marcy bit off.

Karou copped an attitude.

Yuria hugged her best friend. "Thank you, Marceline Anne."

"Hi, Triple A." Marcy messed with the baby.

Lys bubbled up in giggles.

There was a scream before someone plowed into Marcy. It was Paris by the smell. Marcy turned and it was Paris. "Get off me."

"But I missed you so much!" Paris cried.

Marcy smirked. There was the weepy Paris. "Where's my dude?"

"You care more about my husband than you care about me! I'm your cousin!"

"He is, too now."

Paris was sure she'd just been tricked. "Karou!"

"Paris!" Karou hugged her.

Jude walked over with Jade. "Hey, guys."

"Hey, Jude." They all responded.

"Dude." Marcy smiled.

"Dude." He replied.

"Dude."

"Dude."

"Dude."

"Dude."

"Dude."

Cerise pulled on Mal's jeans. "What is that?"

"That's how Mommy and Cousin Jude talk." Mal explained. "They won't teach anyone else though."

"Dude?" Jude angled his head towards the three toddlers he didn't remember his best friend giving birth to.

"Dude." Marcy shook her head.

He grinned. "Dude!"

She blushed. "Dude."

He hugged her carefully. "Dude."

She hugged him back. "Dude."

"Ugh!" Paris had had enough. "Stop that! Now who else is here?"

W.W.W.

Mercedes looked down at her sonogram. "Hi, little bean. Be a girl, okay?"

Quinn looked down at her own. "You can be a boy. But look like Mommy though."

Mercedes giggled.

Mike's lips twitched. They gave him the flux pregnant but he loved them and their kids. "Are you hungry? We can go back to their fairgrounds or we can go out."

"I want to go back to our family and spread our news." Mercedes said.

"But you're a week pregnant. It barely showed up on the screen."

She pouted.

"Okay." He melted.

Quinn hugged him. "I want fried rice!"

W.W.W.

Marcy had her first bout of morning sickness but it was the afternoon. She didn't know how she kept forgetting about this part.

Sola knocked on the door. "Mommy?"

"Mommy's sick." Mal told her as he leaned against the wall next to the bathroom.

"Sick?"

"Yeah. She's going to have another baby."

Sola looked at the room full of children.

"I know. We're going to have a big happy family."

She giggled.

Marcy came out.

Mal snapped to attention. "Hey, baby? Are you okay?"

"I need Ginger."

He took in her pout. "They should have Ginger ale here. I can get you some."

"Thank you."

"Want anything else?"

Her stomach rumbled. "Shortbread. And crisps."

"What kind?"

"Just salted." She went to him and leaned into his wide chest.

He loved how clingy and affectionate she got pregnant. That was why it was his secret plan to keep her pregnant. "I will get that for you. Do you want to share?"

"I'll always share with my babies." Marcy picked up Sola and kissed her cheek.

He beamed, loving how good a mom she was, pregnant or not. "I'll be right back."

She pulled on his shirt to get him to stay then bend down. She kissed his lips. "I'll always share with my babies."

He lit up inside.

W.W.W.

There was a loud knocking on the door.

Mal went to get it as he didn't want his family disturbed. "Hey? What's with the noise?"

"Where's Marce?" Mike didn't answer.

"Sleeping. Like we all were."

Mike ignored that. "We have a problem."

"It's 5 in the morning. What problem can we have?"

"Mother is here."

"Cool?"

"Mother Rose!"

Mal's eyes widened.