Marshall talks with Stan on the phone about Mary two years after the series finale. Enjoy and please review!

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But don't you believe anything you hear

When someone tells you I still ask about you

After all these years

No matter what they say, it's just not true

I don't spend all my days and all my nights

Just missin' you

-Tim McGraw, Friend of a Friend

"She's doing well, Marshall."

Marshall Mann nodded out of habit, even though he was talking to Stan on the phone and Stan couldn't see. "That's good."

"Norah's getting big. God, she looks like Mary."

A lump formed in Marshall's throat. "Is she seeing anyone?"

"Nah. After you left and things fizzled out with Kenny, she threw herself back into work and taking care of Norah." He sighed. "You leaving really hit her hard. She still can't talk about you."

"Can't or won't?"

"Both."

Marshall leaned against the closest wall and looked at his empty apartment. "I miss her."

A pause. "I know you do, son." There was that fatherly concern he had come to expect from his old friend. "She misses you, too."

"She does?"

"Of course she does. You two were… Well, she loved you, Marshall."

"I love her, too."

He stared at his wedding band, lying on the kitchen table. Almost two years after their wedding, he had come home to find Abigail gone. He knew he should have seen it coming, but it had still thrown him and broken his heart.

Still, it had not devastated him as much as leaving Mary behind in Albuquerque had.

"I'm coming back, Stan."

He heard Stan inhale sharply. "Really?"

"Yes."

"Are you coming for her?"

Marshall rubbed his hand over his face. "I don't know."

"I know it's not my choice, but Marshall… Don't come back unless you're coming to her." Stan shifted and took a moment to think. "She can't handle losing you again."

"I know, Stan. I love her. I love Norah, too."

"Then come home, son."

Relief washed over Marshall as he set the phone down and grabbed his suitcase. The ring glistened on the table but he left it there as he shut off the light and walked out of the apartment.

It was time to come home.

The End.