Princess + Santa

Chapter 6

Mercedes got out of Mike's Maserati and flung her hair over her shoulder. "It's perfect!"

Quinn climbed out after her. "It really is."

"Yup." Mike watched both with a smile.

They flushed with matching smiles before looking around at the filling parking lot.

"Y'all done flirtin?" Marcy asked as she got out her Bugatti.

Mal smirked as he emerged from the passenger side. "Naw, they're not. Just get together already!"

"Oh please! They are." Marcy gave the blushing trio a knowing stare before bumping fists with her husband.

Quinn groaned loudly. "You're so annoying!"

"You're just in need of ironing out your pants." Karou stepped out of her husband's Mercedes-Benz GLS class with her wife.

"Marc!" Quinn whined.

"Guys, stop ganging up on her." Marc got out of his Rolls Royce, Suzy.

Laura rolled her eyes as she got out. "Let's just find a spot before everything is taken up."

"Agreed." Karen poked her ornery best friend.

Marcy rolled her evergreen eyes. "Yeah, whatever. This ain't over, Blondie."

"Marc?!" Quinn cried.

"Marce,-" Marc tried.

"Shut up, Captain Save-a-Hoe!" Marcy barked. "You a daddy! Not my daddy!"

Santana and Brittany were deeply shocked. Marc had kids?!

Marc narrowed his dark brown eyes. "Look here, little one,-!"

Mal blew a raspberry.

"I'll beat you in public, pipsqueak!"

"Marcy won't let you!"

Marc swore.

Laura hit him. "Stop cursing!"

He sulked.

Mike laughed.

"Who's going to protect you, squirt?!"

Mike pouted.

"Leave him alone, Marc." Mercedes rolled her light brown eyes. "We're wasting daylight."

"You're wasting daylight." Marcy corrected. "We have our things."

"Quinn is right! You're so annoying!"

"Bye!" Marcy sang as she walked to the sand.

Mercedes stomped a foot before hurrying her wombmates along.

The large group made it to a spot they deemed adequate and began laying out.

Mal put large umbrellas around his young bride and opened them to block the majority of the sun off her. She thanked him with a kiss before tugging out her laptop and began working.

"Marcy!" Mercedes whined. "What are you doing?!"

"Minding my own business. I don't have to ask what you're doing because you're not."

"Why are you working, devil?!" Quinn snapped.

"Because I can."

"Girls, leave Marcy alone." Laura bossed. "She can work if she wants."

"But we came to the beach to leave work at home!" Mercedes uncharacteristically argued with her big sister.

"Mercy." Laura arched a perfectly groomed blonde brow.