Slaying Dragons

Chapter Nineteen

"I'm going to miss you!" Dominic faux sobbed.

Marcy held his hands. "I'm going to text you tonight!"

"You're killing me here!" He frowned.

"Better get on that plane before my husband does kill you."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

She said nothing.

Laura swatted her backside. "Marcy!"

"She's being mean to me!" Marcy hugged Dominic.

Everyone but Laura laughed. "You get on my nerves!"

Marcy began fake sobbing.

Laura narrowed her eyes then widened them when she felt liquid gushing out of her. "Oh no!"

Her sisters and their American friends stared at her in horror.

She raised fear stricken eyes to them. "My water just broke."

M&MC

Marc pressed a cool compress to his head. "You're doing good, babe."

Laura rolled her eyes.

"How's your arm, Big Bro?" Marcy cooed to her newest niece.

"You're doing good, babe." Marc babbled.

Quinn giggled. "I can't believe you fainted."

"Just like Grandpapa." Mercedes rolled her eyes.

Judy giggled. "Daddy's not scared of much. Just babies."

Rose patted Marc's back. "Go get your arm looked at."

Marc stumbled out.

Jeanette patted the baby's nose gently. "Hi, sweet girl."

"What color are her eyes?" Laura was cleared to sit up.

Marcy blew in her face. "Sweet Melody has blue eyes."

Laura smiled. Two of her children had light hazel eyes and now two had blue eyes. She didn't have to ask about the little girl's hair. She knew it had to be light brown/dark blonde curly hair like her siblings.

"Why couldn't you have green eyes, sweetie?" Quinn kissed her cheek.

"You're kissing her before her first bath?" Marcy bounced with the infant.

Quinn's face spasmed.

Mercedes pursed her lips. "I'm going to get everyone else. The boys are probably scared to death with our men around."

"I'll go with you." Marcy handed Melody to Laura.

Mercedes waited for her to clear the bed before walking out. She waited a few steps before opening her mouth but Marcy beat her to it as usual.

"You're not going to beg and plead? Wow."

Mercedes frowned. "You don't want to forgive us."

"Maybe I don't?" Marcy sighed.

Mercedes started before stilling. "Can we talk? Really talk?"

"Aren't we?" Marcy faced her.

"I mean all of us. We need a family therapy session."

"Oh no!" Marcy groaned.

"Please?! We need this! All of us!"

"Because you have resentment toward us as well?"

Mercedes' face dropped. "I do not!"

Marcy pursed her lips and raised a brow.

"I don't! I think..."