We'll Be Alright - Discontinued

Chapter Ten

Mickey watched her mother pack. "Are you nervous?"

Marcy's lips twisted. "Apprehensive is the better word. But yes."

Mickey laid down on the big circle blue suede chair in her mother's closet. "You're going to meet his mother."

"I know." Marcy finished packing away her toiletries, underwear and nightwear. Now she had to find actual clothes. "What do you think of this?"

Mickey eyed the dark blue dress. It was beautiful. It was a v-neck sleeveless velvet dress that had a diamond and leather cinching under the bust and would come to her mother's knees. "I love it. Are you going to wear it to dinner?"

Marcy ran a hand through her bangs. "I could. If you were the mother of a for the moment kidless guy, would this impress you?"

Mickey sat up and eyed it seriously. "Yes. What about you? If Corrine wore this here, would you like it?"

"Corrine is twelve!"

"She's thirteen, Mommy!" Mickey fell into giggles.

"Whatever." Marcy scoffed. "No, I wouldn't like it. I wouldn't like anything she wore because I wouldn't like her. Oh crap. She's going to hate me!"

"You care?" Mickey was surprised.

Marcy searched her feelings. "I think I do."

Mickey stared at her mother in awe. Marcy didn't care what anyone thought- about her or anything. She was very self-involved. Does Mommy really like Mr. Evans?

Marcy blew out a breath. "I might as well be comfortable." She packed away the dress.

Mickey thought of something. "Where are you going to sleep?"

"What do you mean?" Marcy was confused as she looked at jeans.

"At night. Are you staying at his house? Where will you sleep?"

Marcy realized that Mickey could very well be asking if she and Sam were having sex. She turned to her daughter, who was looking down at her feet. "Mac. Look at me."

Mickey looked up, insecurity in her green gaze.

"No matter who comes into our lives, not a single one will replace Daddy. Ever. I don't know what Mr. Evans and I are just yet but he is not taking Daddy's spot."

Mickey took a deep breath. "Okay."

"Okay. Now help me find sweaters that have space for undershirts."

BE

The taxi dropped Dwight off at home first. He waved to the couple inside before going into his house. The driver went off. Alma wasn't exactly next to Nashville so he'd be getting a pretty big tip.

"Are you tired?" Sam asked as Marcy scooted away from him.

"Yeah. I have to nap a lot."

"Pregnancy makes you tired?"

She nodded.

"You can take a nap when we get to my apartment." He waited a beat before blurting out, "Sorry about the press. I kinda forgot while I was in Lincoln that they hound me."

"It's not your fault. I've mostly been in seclusion for three years. They were bound to be weird seeing us together."

He was glad she seemed cool about it but he wanted to know how she felt about being with him. "It'll be crazy at my place, too. They can't come in the building but they camp outside."