Marcy opened her eyes and turned her aching head slowly. "Mal?"

"I'm here!" Mal jumped up and took her hand. "Hey? How are you?"

Marcy blinked. "Where am I?"

"The hospital. You fainted at rehearsals."

She turned her head, ashamed. "Oh why?"

"It's okay. You'll be okay. You're awake now. I just want to talk to the doctor about maybe getting you on different vitamins. I don't think you're eating enough-"

"Mal? Mal." She tried to grasp him feebly.

"I think you're working too hard. You go to the shop early in the morning then go to rehearsals. It's too much."

"Mal!"

He focused on her. "What? Are you hurt? Do you need pain relievers?"

"I need you to stop talking."

He gave her a look.

"I'm serious. I have a headache. And turn off that bloody light."

He sighed before turning off the light. He came back and took her hand. "Will you listen to me now?"

"If I listen now, will it go faster?"

He narrowed his eyes but hers were closed. He gave up and just kissed her forehead.

"Thank you." She mumbled.

He gave a small smile. "Rest."

It was quiet for a moment until she asked, "Where're the kids?"

"With Mother. Antoll wanted me to come in."

"It's your day off!" She opened her eyes.

He put his hand over them. "Nope. Relax. Calm down. It's okay."

"Does he have a crush on you or something? He never lets you out of his sight!" She moved his hand.

"I don't know." He didn't have an answer for that. "Just don't get upset. I think your blood pressure's high."

"You think everything's wrong with me." She sat up. "Where's the doctor?"

"I should go get him now that you're up." He inclined his head towards the door.

"Where's my phone?"

"You don't need your phone."

"I want to check on the kids." She held her hand out.

He huffed before going through her bags for her cell. He handed it to her. "Your friend, Layla got your stuff together and rode with you in the ambulance. She called me and stayed with you until I came."

"I'll call her first."

He kissed her gently before she faded into her phone. "I'm glad you're awake."

She gave him a particular look that made him smile warmly.

He left to go find the doctor.

She dialed her friend and dance partner's number and spoke with her for a few minutes before calling her mother, who was fraught with worry. "I don't know what's wrong. Mal went to find the doctor. Yeah, I'll call you if I have to stay or whatever. I promise. Momma! I gotta go. They're coming back. Bye."

She hung up just as Mal and the doctor returned. The physician smiled when he saw her staring at the door. "Hello there!"

"Hi." She watched him warily.

"I'm glad you're awake." He turned on the lights and came to the bed.

"So am I." She leaned away from him.

"It's okay. You're safe. Can you tell me your name?"

She stared at him until she realized he thought she might have memory loss. "My whole name? I know my name."

"Any name you go by."

"Marcy."

"Do you know what year it is?"

"2014."

"Do you know who's the president?"

"No. I never knew. I don't do politics."

He chuckled. "I'm going to check your vision. Please follow the light."

She put her hand up. "No."

"She's not good with lights." Mal explained.

"I do need to check so how about you follow my finger and if you can stand it, I'll shine the light quickly?" The doctor offered.

Marcy frowned.

"It's for your health, Marce." Mal took her hand.

She was sick of him already… "Fine."

The doctor held up his finger and moved it slowly from the left to the right. Marcy's eyes followed. He turned on his flashlight and shined it in her eyes. He barely got a peek before she threw herself back. "It's okay. We can try later."

Mal framed her face and kissed her closed eyelids. "You did so good. You did great."

The doctor wondered about that but there were other pressing matters. "Can I check your ears and mouth?"

"The light has to go." Marcy wouldn't open her eyes for anything less.

He shut off the lights.

She opened her eyes and unfurled. The spots stopped dancing in front of her eyes.

He quickly checked her ears and mouth and even her nose. "Now I'm going to check your breathing. Breathe in and out. Big breaths."

"I have asthma." She didn't move.

"Hmm. In and out. Big breaths."

She gave him a look before taking big breaths. The sterile air made her hack.

"I need to fill this out so I'm going to turn the lights back on. Will you be okay?"

"I should have sunglasses."

Mal checked her purse and found two pairs. "Really?"

"Shut up." She held her hand out.

"Which one?"

"Does it matter?"

He shrugged and gave her the white pair with rhinestones. She put them on and the doctor turned on the lights. "Do you know what could be wrong with her?"

"Yes." The doctor nodded as he wrote. "She fainted because she's dehydrated and expelling a lot of energy."

"I knew you needed to slow down!"

Marcy stuck out her tongue. "Can I go now or am I trapped for much longer?"

"You're clear to go anytime you want. I just recommend getting more rest and drinking more water. A woman in your condition needs to take extra care of herself."

"What?" Marcy was totally confused. "My condition? You mean the asthma? I got that on lock. I know what I'm doing-"

"No, no. Not the asthma. Your pregnancy."

Marcy cocked her head and frowned a bit. "I'm not pregnant. I just had a baby."

"No, you are. You see there's certain tests we do and one is a test for a specific level of hormones in a human body-"

"I know. I'm a biochemistry major. Are you telling me my levels are twice as high?"

"No."

She took a relieved breath. "Then-?"

"They're four times as high."

Her eyes widened to comical proportions.

"So what you're saying-?" Mal started slowly, wrapping his mind around it as best he could. "Is that she's pregnant with triplets?"

"Yes." The doctor nodded.

"Excuse me, Dr.- what is your name?" Marcy demanded.

"Como. Dr. Como."

"Como? Like Perry Como? That's a real name?"

His lips twitched. "Yes, it's my name. But my name isn't Perry."

"Okay, look, Dr. Not Perry Como, I'm not pregnant. I'm breastfeeding. I just had a baby."

"No, you are." He showed her the chart. "These are your levels."

"Can I see this?" She reached for the clipboard.

"Sure." He handed it over.

"Thank you." She took it and began hitting Mal with it. "You rotten asshole! How could you do this to me?! Haven't I been through enough already?!"

"Ow! Ow! Ow! Marcy!" Mal tried to escape.

She stopped speaking Italian and went straight to angry Russian.

The doctor was amused but knew he had to stop her. He wrestled the clipboard from her. "Mrs. Chang! Mrs. Chang! Please control yourself!"

She stopped fighting him for the piece of wood and threw herself back in the bed. "I can't believe this! I can't believe this! We already have three kids!"

He looked at her chart and saw she turned nineteen earlier in the week. He grimaced. "Be that as it may, you cannot strike your husband."

"It's my fault. I shoulda been a nun…" She was talking more to herself than anyone in the room.

Mal approached her. "We'll get through this."

She started crying.

"Don't cry, baby. I'm here for you. We'll be in this together. I won't leave your side."

She cried harder.

"Stop that! I'm going to be with you through this whole thing. Unlike the five previous times when you left me out-"

She looked at him.

"Not blaming." He rushed to assure her.

Her face crumbled. "I'm a terrible baby mama!"

"You're not a baby mama anymore. You're my wife and I'm mostly over that stuff. We're finally together and we'll face everything as a team now." He kissed the back of her hand. "I'm here for you. I'm in."

She scrubbed at her face. "You're so sweet. I'm sorry I hit you."

He smiled. "It's okay. Six kids are a lot."

"You know you're going to have to share my boobs for a lot longer now."

His face cracked.

Dr. Como had to force himself not to laugh.

MMC

"I can't believe she just fainted." Mercedes munched on watermelon.

"You are going to town on that fruit salad, Mama." Puck was a little afraid.

Mike hit his arm and shook his head but it was too late. She turned to stare at Puck. "What?"

"No!" Puck backtracked. "It's good cuz fruit is good!"

Quinn put a hand over his mouth. "Ignore him, Sissy. Eat your food."

Mercedes stared him down as she speared a cantaloupe slice and bit into it savagely.

Marc and Artie snickered.

Laura jostled Quad so he would open his mouth more for his bottle. "Mercy, it'll be okay. She's strong and nothing will ever break her. She's probably just exhausted. She hasn't stopped working since they came back from their honeymoon."

"That's what worries me." Mercedes chewed with a pout.

"Relax, Wheezy." Santana flipped through a magazine in strange interest. Strange because it wasn't a fashion magazine but it still kept her attention. "Patti ain't going nowhere."

"Of course not. No one said anything about her going anywhere. Right?!"

"Mercy, calm down." Mike kissed her. "Marcy is alright. Mal said so. They're coming home now."

"Are you sure?"

"I promise. They're probably coming in the door now-"

"Hello?!" Voices called out.

"How'd you do that?!" Puck demanded.

Mercedes set aside her bowl and tried to get up but Mike wouldn't let her. "I'll go get them."

She sat back and picked up her bowl. "Make sure she goes slowly. Actually just pick her up."

"Uh… Mercy?" Marc smirked.

Mike grinned. "I'll pick her up."

Marc snickered. "Oh man, I'm glad I'm here for this."

"Are we going to see Mike in this hospital next?" Puck asked his girlfriend.

Quinn smirked. "Maybe."

Mike left.

Karou yawned. "I can't wait to get her in here. I'm going to read her the riot act on making us worry. I coulda been sleep!"

Paris pushed her shoulder. "Shut up! She could be hurt!"

"Mal said she was fine."

"Mal could just not want to worry us."

London hit her sister. "Shut up!"

"Well it's true!"

"Paris!" Quinn snapped before hugging Mercedes. "She's fine. I promise. If she's not, we can kill Paris for spare parts."

Mike came back with Marcy and Mal. "They're fine. They stopped for burgers."

"Why are you all here?" Marcy demanded.

"Worrying about you!" Natalia snapped.

"Why?"

"What do you mean "why?"?!" Judy bit off. "We're your family!"

"That is so annoying." She sat on a couch.

"Young lady, what did the doctor say?" Rose demanded.

Marcy licked her lips. "I'm pregnant."

Every mouth dropped as Mal sat next to her. "What?!"

"Is it your eggs or his sperm?" Marc marveled.

"I don't know what it is but I'm definitely cursed." Marcy sipped her milkshake. "I'm six weeks."

Puck prodded Mal. "On the honeymoon, dude?"

Mal smiled smugly before wiping his face clean. "It was a joint effort."

Marcy hit him. "Stop bragging!"

"I'm not!" He was.

She rolled her eyes and snagged a seasoned curly fry. "I haven't even told you the kicker yet."

"Kicker?" Judy finally scrambled her brain cells together.

"It's triplets."

Rose made an inhuman sound.

"Damn…!" Mercedes accidentally cursed.

"Oh my hell!" Laura did, too.

"I am so sorry, Marcy!" Quinn's voice was hushed.

"Oh my goodness!" Karou was seconds away from laughing.

Paris gulped and looked at Jude fearfully.

For his part, the blond was pale.

Natalia put her hands to her face and tried to breathe deeply.

London clutched her chest.

Judy had to sit down.

Yuria broke through all of their reactions and just sat next to Marcy to wrap her arms around her best friend in support. "They're going to be the three luckiest kids on the planet."

Marcy leaned her head against hers. "Thanks, Yuri."

"Are her hormones back already?" Puck hissed.

Quinn slapped him upside the head as Mercedes reached over to hit his gut. "Shut up, Puck!"

"You know we're here for you, Boo Thang." Artie wheeled over. "If anyone can handle six kids, it's you."

"Are you sure cuz I almost split my wig with three." Marcy raised a brow. She turned to Mal quickly, him jumping from the suddenness of it. "You bet not think of leaving me again!"

"I promise I won't." He tried to tame his heartbeat.

She took another fry. "I'll kill you."

"I'm not going anywhere." He kissed her head.

"Neither am I." Rose decided.

"Momma, I know you have to get back to your shop. Aren't you working on splicing together a rose and a violet? You have to go back to America sooner or later." Marcy didn't want to get attached.

"No." Rose shook her head. "I have to take care of my children. I failed you before but I promised to be better. You still need me and I'm going to be here for you. I'll move here."

Marcy's mouth formed an "O".

"Really?" Judy was surprised.

"Yes." Rose thought quickly. "I manage my other shops fine in America and I can do it here just as well. Besides I still have my first shop here and if I feel the need to leave the house, I can go there. As for my hybrid, I can work from home."

"What about Daddy?" Marcy wanted to know.

"We can call him and see what he says but I'm moving."

Mercedes clapped. "That'd be so cool! We'd love to have you here everyday!"

Rose hugged her. "I need to see my five new grandchildren."

"Yay!"

MMC

Rose dialed Marcus's Skype number. She didn't know what to say to him but she had made up her mind. She was moving back to Italy. She never thought she would.

Marcus picked up. "Hello?"

"Marcus? Can you see me?" She squinted.

"Yes. Isn't this Sweetpea's Skyper thing?"

"Yes. I'm using her computer."

"Oh. Where is she?"

"She's resting. She had a long day."

"Preparing for her show, correct?"

"Yes and no."

"You know I hate that, Rose. Just tell me what's going on."

She huffed before setting her face. "Marcy's pregnant again."

His jaw dropped. "So soon?!"

"Yes."

"But they just got married!"

"I know."

"Four children? She just turned 19. And they'll all be under four."

"Actually she's having triplets."

His eyes widened.

"I know."

He blew out a breath. "My poor baby."

"She's a little flustered but she knows we're all here for her."

He nodded. "Yes. We are. Where's Jr.?"

"Waiting on her hand and foot. I think he's just excited to be with her from the beginning."

"Right, right. As he should be. He deserves this."

She nodded. "That brings us to- well what we're going to do."

"Us? What would we do?"

She gave him a look. "You don't think we should help her?!"

He flinched. "Of course."

"Good." Rose was used to getting her way with Marcus and even though it'd waned in the past year, it bubbled just under the surface, ready to come roaring back at the slightest hint. "I think we should consider moving."

"Moving? Moving where?" He was obviously confused. "Why?"

"Our children need us. Marcy and Mal have three kids and are about to have three more. Mercy and Mikey are having their first two. They need us around."

"What does that have to do with moving? Are they coming back to America? Are we living in one house?"

"Oh, Marcus." She huffed with an eye-roll. "No! We're moving here!"

"To Italy?!"

"Yes, Marcus!"

"But you hate it there."

She opened her mouth to refute that but remembered she couldn't until she realized she'd had a pretty good time since she'd been there since April. "It's growing on me."

He was still thrown. "But work-?"

"You have business in Europe all the time. Don't you miss your parents? There's nothing really left for us in America. Our family is here."

He nodded. She had a good point. He saw his parents once a year and as someone who actually liked his parents, it was never enough. "I'd have to close the practice."

"Sell it."

He bobbed his head. "There is a man who'd like to purchase it."

"Good."

"What about Michael, Jeanette and Judy? What about our friends and colleagues?"

"We'll make new friends and colleagues. As for the others, we can call them right now."

"I'll call Michael. He should be on his way home now."

"I'll call Jeanette and text Judy to come down." She grabbed her cell phone. Both made their calls.

Judy came inside Marcy's office. "What's going on? Did you tell him?"

Rose waved her over. "Yes. We need to talk."

Judy walked over and pulled a chair up to the desk. "Yes?"

"What's going on, guys?!" Jeanette asked loudly over the phone.

"Can you hear us?" Rose made sure the speaker was turned all the way up.

"I can hear you."

"Can you hear Marcus? Say something, Marcus."

"I am here?" Marcus didn't know what to say.

"I can hear him." Jeanette said.

"Can you hear Michael?" Rose asked.

"Are they together?"

"Not quite." Marcus murmured.

"Huh?!"

"No, he has him on the phone." Rose told her.

"What's going on?" Michael demanded. "I don't like talking on the phone while driving."

"Rose wants to move to Italy." Marcus spilled.

Rose gave him a look for his delivery. "We agreed that taking care of the children is a must."

"Why?" Jeanette inquired. "What's going on? I thought everything was fine?"

"You haven't spoken to Mal, have you?"

"I haven't spoken to him in a few days. What's going on?"

"They're pregnant again."

Jeanette gasped as Michael groaned. "Again?!"

"Michael, what do you mean "again" in that terrible tone?!" Jeanette snapped.

"What do you mean "again" in that happy tone?!" He shot back. "This will be their fourth child and they're still in their teens!"

"Not quite, brother." Marcus scoffed. "She's having triplets."

Michael was quiet for a while before he shouted, "My boy!"

"I think my daughter had something to do with it…"

"I'm proud of her, too but man, my boys." He chuckled.

"I'm going to hang up on you."

"Alright, alright. So you guys are moving to Milan so you can take care of these five extra kids?"

"Don't you think they deserve for us to?" Rose pointed out. "We missed a lot of their childhoods."

"We were working. To give them the life they deserve."

"We missed every single thing they've ever been in. I don't recall going to a single show, recital or game. We barely went to graduations and even our parents made it to them."

Jeanette sounded stressed. "We worked too much! We never saw them! I don't even know where Maddie is right now!"

Michael sighed. "Don't cry, Jeanette."

"Even I started missing stuff." Judy felt sad. "By the time the trio got to middle school, I was so busy trying to keep up with Russell and our "life", I was doing less and less for them. Relying on other moms more and more."

"I started even earlier." Rose pouted. "They weren't even out of primary school and I threw them to the side. That had to be confusing for them."

Marcus grimaced. "What were we supposed to do?"

"Pay attention to them! Glee was a pretty big thing for the trio and we never went to a single competition."

"I went to one." Judy piped up. "But it was only one in the beginning."

"I never made it to one so you got me beat."

"Me too." Jeanette sounded forlorn.

"I saw a play they were in." Michael's tone was pertinent.

"A play? Just one?" Marcus snorted.

"Have you seen any?!"

"So what?" Marcus grumped.

Michael grumped back. "So we're terrible parents. We swore we wouldn't be like our parents and we might be worse. I might not like the time I spent with my father but at least he spent time with me. Mother as well."

Marcus's lips twitched but not in amusement. "Father didn't spend any time with us. He didn't even spend time with Mama. I don't know how they had five kids."

Jeanette blew out a breath. "Father and Mother had to have scheduled time in their diaries to have sex because they surely didn't spend time with us. Father even less so. Mother only spent time with us to insure we became proper."

"Mam wants us to learn how to cook and clean and get a man." Judy rubbed her face, distressed. "She didn't ask about us further than that. Rick was the only one to get a reprieve from her because he was a boy."

Rose gave a guttural sigh. "Daddy wasn't interested in us girls. He was so proud to have Jason then Antonio and Frankie, we were just around him to buy stuff. Mother just wanted us to be her."

Jeanette sniffled. "And we turned that onto our kids."

"No wonder they've always been in trouble."

"They're good kids!" Michael protested.

"Laura married and stayed married to a man she didn't love for nearly five years, Marc slept around like diseases don't exist, Mikey had his little problem that we fixed but has to still weigh on him, Mercy tries so hard to be perfect, Quinn got pregnant at fifteen and gave her baby away, we don't have time to get into Marcy and I know for a fact that some of the stuff she did was not because she's sick, Mal has serious abandonment issues and Maddie doesn't know what to do with herself. Our children are lost and that's because of us."

"We'll move." Jeanette decided.

"What?!" Michael exclaimed.

"We're moving, Michael! I don't care what we have to do but we're leaving this horrible place and we're going to Italy to be with our children!"

"What about work and our social life and what about Madeline's life here?!"

"She'll miss her friends true enough but she'll be around her siblings. She'll make new friends."

"I don't think it'll be that simple. Evie never liked changing schools."

Rose whimpered.

"It'll be just this one time." Jeanette was insistent. "She'll get over it. As for us, you're a doctor and I'm a lawyer. We can work anywhere. Sell your practice and I'll resign. We can wait until the school year is over."

"Dammit!" Michael cursed. "Fine! But I'm sure they don't want us there. They're a lot stronger than we're giving them credit for."

"Strength has nothing to do with it." Rose said primly. "They've been strong all these years and now they're running into roadblocks from life. They deserve to have us help."

"Then it's agreed?" Jeanette asked. "We're all moving to Italy?"

"I think I'm going to help Laura and MarcD." Judy said. "Whenever they go back to London, I'll go with them."

"Laura will need help, too. Okay, it's decided. We're all moving."

MMC

Mike checked his phone and saw his mother was calling. He answered. "Hi, Mom."

"Hi, sweetie."

"What's wrong?" He sat up, hearing her saddened voice.

"Just thinking about how I've failed you."

"What?!" That made no sense to him.

"I haven't been a very good mother to you and your siblings." She sniffled.

"Mom, where would you get an idea like that?"

"I know I haven't. I was so consumed with trying to make something of myself to prove your grandfather wrong."

"Grandfather? What does he have to do with this?"

"You know how he is. He was actually worse when I was a child. Being his child was hard. I never saw him. When I did see him, he was always in the middle of business, whether it was legal or not. I got no affection from him. I don't want to say it was because I was a girl because he treated Po Jr., Zane and Daniel badly, too but I know me and my sisters had it worse.

Mother was so strict. She was always concerned with what was proper and respectful. I know our culture is about those things but there are more important things in life that what other people think of you.

But she didn't care. She just wanted us to be young ladies and gentlemen. To make her and Father look good. Bring honor to the family name."

She swallowed thickly. "I swore I would never raise my kids that way. My children would be free to speak to me about anything and I would listen to them. Really listen.

I would be there no matter the time of day. I would never miss anything they were in. I wouldn't have them run off to a different country as soon as they were able to. Boy, I failed spectaularly."

"Mom, you didn't fail." Mike felt like he could interject here. "You were- are a great mom. We love you."

"I love my parents. Children are hardwired to love their parents through nearly anything."

He didn't know what to say to that but he tried anyway. "I don't think you're a bad mom."

"I was trying so hard for Daddy to see me. It's why I went into law. So it would be a serious occupation. He didn't even know what dancing meant to me and he still dismissed it. I just wanted him to see me.

That meant working harder. Being taken seriously here in America. I tried to win the most cases. I tried to be above reproach. I tried so hard to make partner.

I hate being a lawyer. It feels so- ugh! There was a spark in the beginning but it's just drained me. I don't know what I'm going to do next but I have to quit."

"You're really going to quit law?" Mike was shocked.

"Yes." She sounded unsure at first. "Yes. I'm going to have to talk to your father about it but yes, I have to. For my own peace of mind. Besides I can't exactly help you and Mercy as much if I'm still working 100 hour weeks."

"Help me and Mercy?" He was confused.

Her voice changed to a high, happy one. "Yes! Daddy and I are moving to Italy!"

Mike's mouth dropped.

"Say something."

"Uh…"

"Say real words!"

"Wow."

"Michael!"

He flinched. "What do you want me to say?!"

"You could say how happy you are to be seeing us all the time!" She was starting to sound hurt.

"Of course I would like to see you more but moving?! Why?!"

"I needed serious help when I had you. And it was just you. I couldn't imagine two at one time! You're going to need help."

He rubbed his forehead, a little winded. "But Dad and Maddie can't possibly want to move here!"

"Of course they do. I've talked to both and they see this as an opportunity. We're leaving as soon as school lets out."

He wasn't sure why but he felt this was a mistake. His whole body tightened. "Hmm."

"What does that mean?" Her voice grew cold.

"Mom, don't do that."

"I want to know why you aren't happy!"

"Mom, don't get hysterical."

"Don't call me hysterical! You sound like your father! You sound like my father." She sniffled.

He grimaced. "I'm sorry. You're not hysterical. Just calm down."

"I am calm." She sniffed. "Now tell me right this second why you're not jumping for joy that I'm moving to your city."

"You can't see me." Slipped out.

"Michael Patrick Chang the fourth! I will hurt you!"

"Mom!" He whined.

"You don't love me anymore!"

"Mom-!" He gave up and sighed. "I just don't want to become guarded again."

"What does that mean?"

"Mom,-"

"I'm serious. Why would you become guarded? And what does "again" mean? Were you guarded at home?"

He sighed again and scratched his head. "Things were kinda uptight. I mean you guys have chilled out a lot but you're still… And nobody's here, looking over our shoulders here. We're free."

"You think we're too judgmental?"

"I don't know. Yeah."

"Oh."

"And now you're offended."

"No, no. I… understand."

"You do?"

"I told you I'm realizing the mistakes I've made parenting. I realize that I haven't been as open as I would like and that maybe I didn't do as good a job as I thought."

"Mom, we ate and were clean and had a house. You did great."

"Children need more than money to be raised right. Our family had plenty of it and Father was not a good father. Mother was strict. I have a lot of issues growing up and I wanted to make sure my children didn't but you do. You all do."

He didn't know what to say at first so he just mumbled, "We're fine."

"No, you're not. You have so many health problems and the thought of us living with you gives you hives."

"With us?!"

"See?"

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "What do you want to do?"

"When Maddie's school year ends, we'll move there and we'll start working on our relationships. We all need it."

He nodded before realizing she couldn't see him. "Alright."

"Good. I'll talk to you when I get off from work. Oh shoot! It's late there! I'll call you in your morning. Don't look at the phone and not answer it!"

He blinked. "I wouldn't do that."

"I've seen you do that."

"I wouldn't do that to you."

"Humph. Goodnight, Mikey."

"Goodnight, Mom."

"Bye." She hung up.

He set his phone aside and blinked exaggeratedly. What the fuck just happened?!

Next time on This Life I Lead… The girls crave meet and companionship while Quinn and Puck have a serious discussion about their future.