Mercedes walked into Marcy's kitchen with Mike and Santana fighting over which of them got to walk with her while a silent Quinn and Artie actually walked with her. "Good morning, everyone!"
"Good morning, Mercy!" The room's occupants waved.
"You're cooking?" Jeanette, who followed behind the quintet with her husband, Marc and a smirking Puck.
"Yeah." Marcy flipped another mini pancake onto a platter. "I just felt like doing something."
"So you go to cooking?" Santana took a break from arguing.
"For someone who wants to be fed, I'm hearing a lotta lip outta you."
"I'll be good."
Mike snorted.
She side-eyed him. "My Wheezy!"
"She's my fiancée!"
"You ain't married yet!"
"She's having my sons!"
"So?! You don't own her!"
"You wanna sit, Mama?" Puck took Mercedes' hand. "Q can show me how to make your tea."
"Thank you, Noah." Mercedes was too done with them.
"Yes. Thank you, Noah." Quinn gave him a healthy dose of side-eye as well.
"Stop it, Quinnie." Judy spoke up.
Artie snickered. "I still have never seen you cook, Queen."
"And you're not going to." Mal teased. "She won't do it."
Quinn swelled with anger.
"Shut up, pipsqueak!" Marc wrapped an arm around her. "You don't cook!"
"That's not true." Marcy poured more mix onto the griddle. "He'll make a sick reservation."
Marc and Mike fell out laughing.
Mal stood up and went to Marcy. "You gon do me like that?"
"I don't like you."
"That's not what you said last night."
"My exact words were "I hate I ever let you near me"."
Marc and Mike held each other up while Puck and Artie snickered. Quinn and Santana were more discreet.
"I told you to let me feed the baby." Laura lectured.
"Let people come between you and your baby." Marcy sniffed.
"I am not trying to come between you and your baby."
"When are you leaving anyway?"
Marc laughed. "Sick of her already?"
"Pay up." Marcy said.
"What?"
"You don't know." Mal, whom she was talking to, shook his head.
"Wait for it." Marcy knew.
"Excuse you?" Laura's voice was cold. Everyone was quiet. "Marcus Donald Gary Taylor Jones the Third!"
Marc groaned. "Why do you do that? You're not my mother. Just bossy and a nag."
"Are you calling us bossy nags?" Rose, Jeanette and Judy stared at him.
He grimaced. "Guys,-!"
Mike laughed in his face.
Marc pushed him. "I didn't say you were bossy nags! Just her."
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This Life I Lead
RomanceLast year was really tough but it has nothing on this year. Can Mercedes Jones keep her family from imploding when dark secrets come to the light and her sanity when it all seems to rest on her shoulders? Do It Universe - Book 2 (Sequel "Taxes" is o...
