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QUOTE PROMPT #157 – JINX/BRANDI/NORAH

"I think it's called 'kissing it better'"

"You don't think it's a little odd that she didn't answer the phone when you called?" Brandi asked Jinx as they entered Mary's house with Norah and Brandi's son, Evan.

"She said that it was going to be a late night. It's why she asked me to keep Norah," Jinx replied with a shrug. "Maybe she overslept."

Brandi frowned. "I still think that we should have waited until we talked to her before coming over."

Jinx rolled her eyes. "Nonsense. We-" Jinx stopped suddenly when a series of audible moans burst forth from Mary's bedroom. "Oh, my!"

"Is Mommy hurt?" Norah asked, her eyes wide.

"Ohhhhh, right there. Right there," Mary groaned.

Brandi slapped her hand over her mouth to stop from laughing out loud. "Mommy's fine, real fine."

Jinx grabbed Norah's hand. "Come on, Bug. Let's go to the park."

"If Mommy's hurt, she needs a kiss to make it better," Norah protested.

"Marshall! Marshall!" Mary called out. Marshall yelled out her name in response.

Jinx and Brandi exchanged amused glances before Jinx scooped Norah up and hastily made her way to the front door. "See, Marshall's in there to make sure that Mommy's all better. We'll come check on her later."

Norah nodded. "Mommy says Marshall makes everything better."

QUOTE PROMPT #158 – MARY/MARSHALL/MARK/NORAH

"No one likes the idea of hearing what you're thinking."

"You told me I could take her!" Mark yelled. His face was red with frustration.

"You, not your girlfriend that we've never met!" Mary shot back.

Mark balled his hands. "I'm going to be there, too."

Mary huffed. "No, you're going to sleep there… for four nights out of the two weeks. When you actually have time for your kid, then you can take her for two weeks."

"She is my kid, too, Mary! You don't get to make all the rules!" Mark was steaming now. "I didn't say anything when your husband took her to visit his family without you!"

"She is with Marshall every single day! The situations are no where near the same!"

Mark opened his mouth to argue more, but shut it abruptly when Norah entered the living room, tears streaming down her face. "Stop it! Just stop!"

"What is going on here?" Marshall asked, walking into the house to find his step-daughter sobbing, his wife scowling, and Mark with a throbbing vein in his forehead.

Norah ran to him, wrapping her arms around his waist. "Mommy and Daddy are fighting over me."

Marshall looked at Mark and Mary, who looked away, ashamed. "Why?"

"Because Mommy doesn't want me to go with Daddy's girlfriend because she doesn't know her and Daddy's going to be working the whole time," Norah explained.

"I see," Marshall replied, hugging her close. "Little ears hear everything, don't they?"

Mary rolled her eyes and released a long breath. "Point made. We shouldn't have gotten into an argument, not with Norah in the house."

Marshall looked down at Norah and wiped away her tears. "What do you think about staying with your dad's girlfriend?"

"No one ever asks me what I think," Norah said, her voice full of resentment.

"Well, I'm asking you."

Mary sighed. "She's a child. She shouldn't think about this."

Norah moved away from Marshall and put her hands on her hips in perfect imitation of her mother. "I think about everything, Mom."

"What do you think about this?" Marshall asked, gently.

"I'm sorry, Daddy," Norah told him. "I don't want to stay with Moira. I don't know her. Can I come out for the four days that you will be home?"

Mark shook his head. "I won't have time to fly out and get you for such a short time."

Marshall held a hand up. "What if I fly out with Norah? I have a few days of vacation coming to me and I can continue on to visit my brother and his family. I'll swing by and grab her on the way back. Sound fair?"

"Yay!" Norah whooped when Mark and Mary agreed.

"Great. Now, why don't you spend the night at your dad's hotel like we planned. I'll pick you up in the morning before your daddy's flight? We can work out the details for your trip." Marshall chuckled when Norah ran off. He glanced at Mark. "I'm in a lot of trouble with my wife."

"Yep."

QUOTE PROMPT #159 – MARY/MARSHALL

"You were right, you did do me a favor with that kiss."

"What did I do?" Mary muttered to herself. She hit her head off the bar, drawing the looks of the other patrons. "How could I be so stupid?"

"I thought I'd find you here," a familiar voice said. The body it belonged to plopped down next to her.

Mary rolled her head towards him, a blush creeping up her neck. "What are you doing here?"

Marshall signaled the bartender for two more shots of tequila. "I'm here to see you."

"You shouldn't be here!" Mary hissed. She sat up, suddenly. "You should be off apologizing to your fiance and promising to never be around me again."

"I could be doing that," Marshall handed her one of the shots. He clinked his own shot with hers before downing it, "but I would have to have a fiance in order to do that."

Mary's eyes widened. "No, no, no. I- No. Marshall, you can't do this."

He shrugged, grabbing her shot and taking it. "I can and I did."

"You do not end an engagement because of one kiss!" she protested.

"You do for that kiss," Marshall replied, calmly. His face grew serious when he realized that she was beginning to panic. Marshall grabbed her hand. "That kiss is everything that I have ever wanted, everything that I have been waiting for. I would have been miserable if I had married Abigail. Sure, it may have taken a few years, but she's not who I want. She is not who I yearn for."

Mary's breath hitched and she leaned closer to him. "Who do you... yearn for?"

Marshall tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. "The only woman that I have ever yearned for: you."

"Marshall," she whispered before he captured her mouth, knocking her down to her toes. By the time they pulled away from each other, their bodies where intertwined. "Wow."

"Wow," he repeated.

Mary placed her hand on his chest, feeling the steady drum of his heartbeat. "I think we need to experiment with this kissing a little more, make sure that it's the right path for you... preferably, horizontally."

Marshall grabbed her arm, threw down money on the bar, and pulled her out of the bar not ten seconds later.