"How were your first nights in your new homes?" Jeanette asked at brunch.
"We bought cookies!" Mally wanted to be heard.
"Whoa! What?!" Marcus looked around.
"Oh Mally." Marcy gave him a look before giving her father the same one. "Yes, we did. We bought cookies. And chips."
"Sweetpea, you don't need that junk!"
"Daddy! We're old enough to make our own decisions for ourselves and our family."
"But you're just a little girl." He pouted.
"Daddy, I'm a grownup. I'm 16."
His lips twisted. "I don't want my grandchildren hooked on sugar."
"Well they're about to be."
"Sweetpea!"
"Daddy, this is our lives. Not yours. We do things our way."
"What can I do in order to get you to not eat sugar?"
"Nothing."
"I could buy you something." He enticed.
"Unless it's sugar, you cannot."
Michael laughed. "You know she can't be bought!"
"But she can be rented." Marcus wasn't going down without a fight. "How long can you hold off on the sugar train?"
"Food has expiration dates, Daddy. I'm not going to waste food." Marcy refused to hear that.
He frowned. He didn't condone wasting food. They'd had issues in the past with her not eating her food and it going to waste. "Just try to use small portions and continue brushing."
"Why would I stop brushing?"
He had no response for that. "How did you sleep?"
W.W.W.
Marcy turned the eye off and moved her plate of bacon to the island. "Guys?! Let's go!"
Mal walked into the kitchen with Riley and the twins.
"Why do you have her?" Marcy asked, exasperated.
"She wanted me!" Mal kissed Riley's cheek.
"Are you going to make your sandwich and hold her?" She leaned against the island.
He hadn't thought of that. "Um...-"
"Get the baby swing..."
"Right! I was going to say that but you didn't give me a chance!"
"Shut up lying and go get the swing."
"Here. Hold her." Mal held the baby out carefully.
Marcy tossed him a bitter look before taking the baby.
"Daddy!" Mickey screamed.
"Mac!" Marcy tried to calm Riley, who was now screaming, too.
"Sorry, Mommy. Daddy."
"Yes, Mick." Mal was totally amused.
She lifted her arms. "Up!"
Mal picked her up before kissing her cheek. "Okay, Mick. Now Daddy has to go get Rye's swing."
"No, Daddy. You have to put me in my chair."
"Oh!" He realized that was why she wanted him to pick her up. He set her in a backed stool at the island.
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The Way We Were
ChickLitMarcy Jones is twelve when she gets pregnant by her very best friend, Mal Chang. Their parents force them to marry but it's a dream come true for the very much in love duo. Follow their journey as they become one with their children and figure out l...
