Marcy sat back on the raised table at the gynecologist's office. She swallowed as she looked to her nervous sisters. "Are you okay?"
"Us?!" Mercedes yelped. "What about you?!"
"I'm fine." Was Marcy's go to answer whenever anyone brought up her feelings.
"You might be pregnant!" Quinn refused to accept the store bought test's diagnosis. "Why weren't you more careful?! You know how it was for me!"
"Would you quit yelling at me?!" Marcy hissed. "I'm not you!"
"So you're going to keep this baby?!" Quinn had mixed feelings about that.
"Of course not. But I'm not you."
"What do you mean "of course not"?!" Mercedes sputtered. "It's your baby! You told Quinn to keep Beth!"
"I was wrong. I wasn't in her shoes. Now that I am, she made the right decision."
Quinn had mixed feelings about that. "It's hard to give up a baby, Marce."
"I've been doing hard things my whole life." She muttered bitterly.
Before either sixteen year old could say anything, the doctor came in. "Good morning, young ladies. I'm Dr. Freeman. And you are?"
"Marcy. These are my sisters, Mercy and Quinn." Marcy introduced them.
Dr. Freeman nodded to both. "Alright, you're here because you received a positive on an at home pregnancy test?"
"Yes." Marcy nodded once.
"How far do you think you are?"
"Probably not far. I don't even have morning sickness."
"Then we'll have to do a vaginal ultrasound. It's invasive but I promise there's no pain. Lay back."
Marcy laid back.
"Put your feet in the stirrups." He instructed.
She put her socked feet in the metal stirrups.
"Knees apart and try to relax. Lift your buttocks."
Mercedes' eyes widened when he put a condom on a wand and inserted it into her sister. She was dying to ask Marcy how it felt but was sure it wasn't the time.
Quinn flinched, having remembered that particular test. It was wildly uncomfortable. She reached out for Marcy's hand and squeezed.
Scenarios were running through Marcy's head but one in particular kept on a loop. She knew it could never happen but it was what she wanted.
Dr. Freeman concluded his analysis. "Do you see here?"
Marcy nodded. "Yes."
"This is baby A." He pointed to the screen.
"Baby A?!"
"And this is baby B."
Mercedes and Quinn started crying right away. "Twins?!"
"Twins." He nodded with a smile.
Marcy stared at the screen, transfixed.
"You're eight weeks. You have 32 to go. You're due in September."
Marcy said nothing until a curtain went down over her face and she squared her shoulders. "Can I talk to you in private?"
"Sure."
"Can you guys go wait in the waiting room?" Marcy looked at her sisters.
"We'll be waiting." Mercedes pulled Quinn up. They went out into the waiting room and sat down. "Can you believe she's having twins?!"
Quinn smiled. "I know."
"I wonder what she's having?"
"She won't know for a while. It's too early to tell."
"Eek! This is so great!"
"She's giving them up, Merce." Quinn grew sad at that.
"No!" Mercedes refused to listen to that. "She's keeping them! There's been enough of giving away our children in this family!"
Quinn was hurt and it showed on her face.
"I'm sorry, Lucy but we cannot sit through that again."
Quinn swallowed. "At any rate, we have eight months to change her mind."
"If we have to. She wanted to give it up because she wasn't sure she was. Now that she's sure she is, she most definitely must want to keep them. Besides, Mal's not going to let her give away his kids."
"If they're Mal's."
Mercedes gasped. "You don't think she's been cheating on him, do you?"
"I have no idea."
"She's never been faithful a day in her life!" Mercedes groaned.
"She's never been exclusive so maybe she is?"
Marcy came from the back and made another appointment up front. Then she went to her sisters. "Come on. We have to go to school."
"Are you tired? We could skip." Mercedes was in caretaker mode.
"I want to go to class."
Quinn wondered at her attitude but Mercedes chalked it up to shock. "Do you have any pictures?"
"I'll show you later. Let's just get out of here."
W.O
Mercedes and Quinn barged into Marcy's room. "Where's Mal?"
"I don't know." Marcy griped.
"He's always here. Except on the weekends." Mercedes sat on her bed.
"I told him to hang out with his friends."
"Have you told him about the babies?"
Marcy looked towards the door but Quinn had shut it. "Stop saying that!"
"You haven't told him!" Mercedes accused.
"And I'm not going to!"
Quinn's brows raised. She knew she and Marcy were a lot alike! "You need help and he's going to eventually figure it out."
Marcy scoffed. "He's a boy. He won't notice anything."
"Mal isn't stupid!" Mercedes defended her baby. "He's going to notice you showing up with two babies!"
"I'm giving these babies up."
"Still?" Mercedes was devastated.
"I already said I was. Why would that change?"
"You can't do this. Momma and Daddy won't let you."
"Momma and Daddy will never know." Marcy threatened.
Mercedes gulped. "You have to tell Mal. It's been nearly two weeks since you found out."
"Fine." Marcy spat. "He wants to go out for Valentine's Day. But it won't change anything."
W.O
Marcy stared at Mal as he talked about his friends. He was in a good mood. She didn't want to ruin it. She cleared her throat but didn't say anything.
He definitely noticed. "What's up, baby? You've been quiet all night. Actually for a while."
All of a sudden she felt like crying. She was ruining his life.
He could see storms gathering in her eyes and took her hands. "Hey? Don't cry, Dove. You can tell me anything."
Marcy took her hands back and rifled through her purse. She took out a black and white picture. A sonogram. She slid it across the table at Sally's.
Mal picked it up and reviewed it. "I don't understand."
Marcy's voice was soft as a whisper. "I'm pregnant."
W.O
Santana crossed her legs then used the one on top to brush up against Artie's. She smiled into Brittany's face as the blonde talked about her fat cat, Lord Tubbington.
She frowned a little because she could tell Artie was unaffected. Then she remembered; he was a paraplegic! So she slipped her hand under the table and reached over stealthily.
His hand caught hers and she looked over slyly. He gave her a perplexed look. She smiled sunnily and took her hand back to reach for what she'd been aiming for; his penis.
She traced the shape and squeezed gently.
He made a sound and put his hand on hers to stop her but didn't actually do it yet.
Brittany noticed he seemed in pain. "Are you okay, Artie?"
"Fine." He squeaked out hoarsely on a cough.
"Need a cough drop, bro?" Santana's date, a football player asked.
"I'm fine." Artie didn't like him and didn't know why.
Brittany patted his visible hand and went back to her story.
Santana continued massaging Artie through his pants, a small smirk playing on her lips until he forced her hand away. She looked at him and he was giving her a disapproving look.
She looked away. She didn't know why but every time he rebuffed her, it made her want him more. She wasn't entirely sure she was doing this to get Brittany anymore but she couldn't stop if she tried.
She was just going to have to pull out the big guns.
W.O
Mal stood up from the booth.
Marcy just knew he was going to walk out. She closed her eyes and tried to fight back tears. She jerked when hands twisted her so it was like she was getting up.
She opened her eyes to see him on his knees in front of her, staring at her stomach. Then he hugged her waist. "I love you so much."
She gasped. What?! "What?"
He looked up at her without breaking contact. "I love you so much."
"But I'm pregnant. With twins."
"Twins." He breathed, eyes big.
"Mal, we can't do this." She tried to break it off.
"What do you mean? Of course we can! We are. We're going to be parents." He hugged her again before popping up and kissing her all around her face. "We're going to be parents!"
"Mal, we can't." She tried to get away from him.
"Why do you keep saying that?" He pushed her gently until she scooted over then sat beside her. "We're going to be great parents. You'll see. I hope we have boys."
She gave him a funny smile. "You really think they won't send me away for this?"
"Who? Our parents?! After Beth, you won't be going anywhere ever again! I won't let them take you away from me."
Tears gathered on her lashes. "Do you mean it?"
He wrapped his arms around her. "I mean it with all my heart. I love you, Dove and I won't spend another second without you. It's going to be us until we die. And even then we'll be doing it together. The Notebook has nothing on us!"
She smiled and rested against him, feeling safe for the first time in twelve years. "I don't want anyone to know yet. Don't tell anyone, okay? Not even your best friends."
Mal blinked as a thought occurred to him. Uh oh… "You got it. I love you. Okay. No matter what, always remember that."
Marcy nodded with a smile.
W.O
Mercedes set aside her phone and looked at Quinn across the table from her. "She told him." She said in French.
Quinn's brows raised. "What'd he say?"
"She said they're keeping them."
A twitch of envy touched Quinn's heart but she was overall happy. "Good."
"Why do you do this?" Mike bit off in English. "You know I don't understand that drivel."
"Mikey!" Both reached over to hit him.
Tina giggled. "What language is that?"
"French." Mike wrinkled his nose. Puck and Sam laughed. "Worst language in creation!"
"You're just mad you don't know it!" Mercedes stuck her tongue out.
"I don't want to know it! It's not worth knowing!"
"You're going to stop talking about us, Chang!"
"What are you gon do?!"
She and Quinn widened their eyes and pouted in what the boys in their family called The Eyepout.
He made a discontented sound.
Their eyes got bigger and wet.
He tried to stay strong but of course he melted. He sighed. "Fine. I'll stop talking about French."
They hugged him.
Tina giggled. "How do you do that?!"
"It's magic!" Both said adorably.
Puck frowned. "Have you fallen for that look?!"
"I think so!" Sam's eyes were wide in shock.
"Mama!"
"Stop it, Noah." Mercedes frowned cutely.
Puck scowled. "Stop gettin us with that!"
Quinn blew out a breath. "No!"
"Quinn?" Sam sounded hurt.
"I love you, Sammy."
"You're doing it now!"
Tina clapped gaily. "You've got to teach me that!"
"Sure!" Mercedes and Quinn chirped.
"No!" Mike was horrified.
They giggled and winked at Tina, who giggled back.
W.O
Mal left Marcy's bathroom and climbed into her bed. "You know I love you, right?"
She turned into his arms trustingly. "You keep saying it."
He kissed her softly. "I mean it." He stroked her belly gently. "I don't ever want you to think I don't."
She searched his eyes. "Are you okay? You seem jumpy."
"I've got you and our babies. I'm perfect." He kissed her again, this time exploring her mouth like it was the first time.
She pulled him on top of her.
He immediately rolled over to the other side. "Are you okay?! Are you hurt?!"
"Mal, I'm fine. The doctor said I could still have sex."
"So you asked?" A smile played on his lips.
"Of course I asked."
He brushed his lips against hers but she deepened the kiss. He climbed on top of her and pushed her night dress up. He wiggled out of his bottoms and joined them together in one smooth stroke.
She shuddered and broke the kiss to moan, "Mal."
"I got you, baby." He rocked into her slowly.
She wiggled against him. "Deeper."
"You got it, Dove." He pressed deeper.
They moved and writhed against each other slowly, never breaking eye contact. She fell off the precipice first, whimpering his name. He followed quickly after, her name stuttering on his lips.
She wrapped her arms and legs around him. She held on tight as he whispered how much he loved her over and over. She fell asleep with a smile on her face while he did with a heavy heart.
