I appolgize for the serious lack of updates. My laptop crashed though, and it's taken me a while to get it back to normal. Luckily, I saved all my documents before it died. Anyways, this chapter is a little shorter but I really wanted to get it up here. I hope you all like it. And yes I will, hopefully, be writing more frequently now.
And extra big thanks to "pheobe p" who gets me to write even when I don't want to!
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The chair was small and uncomfortable and there was a coffee stain the size of France- or some sort of dark brown mark- on the floor at his feet. He was tired, way more tired than he should be thanks to a certain someone, and his youngest was using his shoulder as a pillow. That would be fine, on the count that Olivia didn't drool as much as a camel in the Sahara.
"Here."
Derek looked up from the discoloured mark on the floor to see Casey leaning over him, a Tim Horton's coffee cup balanced in her right hand. He took the coffee from her slowly; eyes squinted in confusion as he tried to figure out what was going on.
"You looked tired." She explained and sat down across from him- gently lifting Marissa's sleeping head off the cushioned seat and placing it in her lap. They were sitting in the airport; waiting to board they're flight to London, Ontario. It was early, far too early to be up in Derek's opinion, but it would be nice to be home when the sky was still a light grey and not the dark blackness that he was seeing now.
Marissa was sprawled out on a row of chairs, wrapped up in a small purple blanket from her childhood, a blanket she took with her everywhere. Nate was lying on the floor, his head resting on his carry-on, one arm thrown over his face, blocking his eyes from the harsh lights above him. Olivia was just leaning against him, trapping him to the seat.
"It's your fault I'm tired, you know." Derek told her childishly.
Casey rolled her eyes, clucking her tongue at him and wrapping her hands tighter around her own coffee cup. Marissa stirred slightly and the couple went silent as they waited to see if she had awoken.
"It was not my fault. And I'm tired too! But do you see me complaining? No." Casey hissed at him.
"You're not complaining because it was your fault and you know, deep down, that it's the truth."
"Right." She answered sarcastically. "And you had no power at all in the matter. There was no way you could stop me."
Derek's eyes flashed. "There wasn't any way I could stop you. I can't do anything when you act like that."
Casey simply took a sip of her coffee.
"Nuh uh, Case. Do not ignore me!" Derek sputtered, shifting his weight, trying to find some way to move without waking his youngest daughter. "This is not my fault in any way. You knew we would have to get up early to get to the airport, hell you even sent all the kids to bed at 9:00 o'clock. Then, once they fall asleep, you...decide to pull a...a...you...and keep me up...until the early hours of the morning."
Casey quirked an eyebrow. "I pulled a me?"
Derek nodded. "Yes a you. With all the touching and the kissing and...that terribly wonderful lingerie." He trailed off, eyes glued back to the mark on the floor.
Casey erupted into laughter.
"You're acting moody because we had sex last night and now you're tired?"
"Ewe, can you guys not in public? Please?" Came a groan from the floor.
"Go back to sleep, Nate." Casey told him sweetly to which Derek rolled his eyes.
Nate made another noise on incoherence, and then rolled over, face buried in his carry-on.
"No, I'm moody because you seduced me against my free will. And I am so not moo-"
"Attention please, the flight for London 308 will be boarding in roughly ten minutes. Thank you."
The steward's voice filled the room quickly in English, and then followed through with French. Casey leaned forward, careful to keep her hot drink away from Marissa's face as she whispered.
"I don't want to do anything like that in our parent's house, okay? I'd rather be tired today because I did it than have to wait for a whole week before I can do... it again."
"Would you shut up! I don't need to hear this first thing in the morning. PG-13 here!" Marissa grumbled from her spot on Casey's lap.
"Be quiet, Marissa." Derek shushed her, though the harshness in his voice had softened considerably. His eyes met Casey's and he gave her a small smile. She grinned and winked at him before looking back down to her Marissa, who was tugging at the loose ends of her scarf, like what a small kitten would do to a piece of yarn.
"I want to sleep." She moaned and Casey made a comforting noise. It was a stressful time for Marissa, stressful for all of them. The news of Emily meeting, greeting and learning about their new family was a large dose of shock that was dealt to them. The kids, not really knowing the whole story, felt mostly in the dark about the whole thing. All they knew was that this woman caused their parents to be anxious, which was never good.
"I know, Mar, and you will be able to, on the plane."
"I can't sleep on planes, I need to be lying down in a bed." She complained, squeezing her eyes shut.
"I know sweetie."
"Passengers for the flight 308 to London can begin to board now. Elders and families with small babies, make your way to the front of the line. Thank you."
And just like that, the tired, sluggish Venturi's began moving.
"Get up, Nate." Marissa kicked the side of his leg as she stood up, stretching her arms over her head.
"Yeah, yeah." Came the annoyed reply as he swatted at her. Marissa huffed, stepping on his hand.
"Ouch!"
"Enough, both of you."
"He started it!"
"She started it!"
Casey just raised an eyebrow and walked past them. Olivia was trudging after her Mom, her small little legs looking like they could give way.
Derek, stifling a yawn with the back of his hand, shook his head at the two teenagers and grabbed the rest of their luggage. He hadn't even made it too where Casey and Olivia were waiting in line, before a purple blanket went flying through the air and smashed into a little Asian boy behind them. The boy screamed, Casey turned around and Derek ducked around several people and tried to get away from the disaster that was coming. The disaster being his and Casey's children...oh why did they bother to reproduce?
---
The flight went well. Surprisingly.
George was on time to pick the family up and Casey never complained about his poor healthy eating choices when he took them out to lunch at Burger King.
They arrived at the house around one in the afternoon and after being bombarded by hugs from Nora, they made their way inside the house. Casey breathed in deeply, unwrapping the scarf that was around her neck. The house smelt like it usually did around the holidays. Turkey, stuffing, scotch table and holly.
"It's so good to be home."
Nora positively beamed at that, ushering her eldest into the kitchen.
"I'm so glad you think so! This is your first Christmas in our new house isn't it?"
Casey nodded, looking around the room. They always celebrated they're big family Christmas on New Year's Eve. It is always basically impossible for Derek to find time off with all the games that take place in December, so the rest of the family waits until the next big holiday to get together.
"I guess it is."
Nora smiled again, and Casey couldn't help but notice how different she looked. Old wasn't the right word, but she seemed to be...aged. Wiser. Casey felt a tinge of sadness at the fact that she hadn't seen her Mom for over half of year. Time really does fly.
"Let me show you your room. You must be ready to relax and unpack. I thought it would also be easier if the kids just slept in the living room, so it's only yours and Derek's room."
Casey smiled and accepted, following her Mother out of the kitchen and down a hallway. The walls were lined with pictures and she couldn't help but smile at the photo of her Mom and George's wedding. The proud parents were standing in the middle, in front of a large white cake with their respected children on their sides. Everyone was smiling, well, Derek was giving Edwin bunny ears, but other than that, it was a good picture. She leaned in, looking closer at herself. Although she was smiling, the look in her eyes said it was clearly forced.
Nora must have noticed her stop because she came to stand beside her daughter.
"A lot of good came out of that day."
Casey turned towards her Mom.
"What do you mean?"
"Well because of George and I, there became you and Derek and Edwin and Lizzie. Then my beautiful gran-babies."
Casey chuckled. "I think Nate would have some rejections to being a baby."
Nora smiled, "He's like his Dad in that way."
---
The room was a good size and had a large bed with a deep red comforted. The chest of drawers in the corner, which Casey remembered last, seeing in Derek's teenage room, had stacks of towels on top.
"This is Derek's and your room. I figured I could call it that because it has so much of your things in it."
Casey looked around, noticing more than she did when she first walked in. The ballet pictures hanging on the wall and computer desk were all from her old room. There was a hockey banner thumb-tacked over the window that was from Derek's last high school game.
"It's great Mom, but you must have worked so hard though." Casey's voice was laced with concern and Nora waved it off, straightening the pillows on the bed.
"Don't even start with the hip thing, Casey. I'm fine, never been better. All my kids are going to be coming home, and that makes me very happy."
"Caroline is coming home, too?" Casey's eyes lit up at the mention of her half sister. Although all of the siblings loved her, none of them were really that close to her, apart from Marti since she was really the only child still at home while Caroline was growing up. Being the baby of the family, Caroline was incredibly spoiled and took up a lot of Nora and George's attention. She also had a reputation for the amount guys she had dated, which didn't help at all.
Nora grinned. "Yep, and she's been staying with a friend for the last few months and I convinced her to bring him to supper tonight."
Casey squealed. "And is this friend cute? Have you met him?" Nora shook her head with a frown.
"She's very good at keeping that part of her life a secret from me, which I don't like at all and she knows that."
"But she is bring him to dinner. That is a big improvement right?" Casey asked.
Nora nodded. "Of course it is. We'll have to see what he's like, I guess."
Casey nodded absently, feeling a little awkward. She really had missed a lot.
"Oh, Case. Before I forget, I have to tell you what happened the other day. You'll never guess who came over for tea."
"I have no idea."
"Emily! Emily Davis. You remember the one from high school?"
The look on Casey's face was one of panic.
"Casey? Case, honey?" Nora hurried over, pulling her daughter into a hug.
"I am so sorry; I should never have brought it up."
Casey shook her head. "No, it's fine Mom. It's probably better I know anyways."
Nora pulled back, smoothing Casey's hair back and giving her that loving Mother look. No matter how old they got, Casey always had the moments where she needed a Mom, and Nora had the moments where she needed to be a Mom.
"I'm going to go grab Derek. You wait her, okay sweetie?"
Casey made her way over to the bed, sitting on the edge. It was ridiculous for her to behave this way, but she couldn't help glancing down at the ring on her left hand.
"Are you sure you don't need any help?" Casey heard George call from the living room.
"I'm good, thanks."
And then Derek was there with Nora and about seven suitcases. Derek threw them down on the floor and leaned against the dresser stretching his arms over his head. He glanced around the room, a slow look of comprehension spreading over his features.
"This is my stuff!"
Nora smiled at him.
"Yep, yours and Casey's."
Derek looked at his wife a smirk on his face as he saw her sitting on the bed, the bed that they would be sharing for the whole week. The look on Casey's face brought him out of the frame of thought quickly though and he moved towards her.
"Case?"
"Derek," Nora began and he turned to look at his step-mom. "Emily came to visit me a little while ago."
His eyes narrowed. "What did she want?"
"She was asking about you both. How you got together, your kids. Your life right now, basically."
"Great." Casey murmured sarcastically.
"What did you tell her?" Derek demanded, feeling a little angry. This was getting ridiculous.
Nora shrugged. "Not a whole lot. I told her the story of how we found out you were together and that's about it. I honestly don't think it's that big of a deal. I think, if anything, Emily just needs some closure."
---
"She looks just like you did, Liz." Casey cooed as she looked at her new little niece. Bethany was sitting in her bassinet, eyes wide open as she took in the faces all around her.
Lizzie and Edwin arrived with Alex and Bethany shortly after Marti arrived.
---
"Harrison really wishes he could come, but it's almost impossible for him to get time off around New Years." Harrison was Marti's boyfriend for the past three years and was one of the local policemen around London.
George nodded. "The crazy parties, huh?"
"Yeah, but he made me promise to bring home some of Mom's stuffing. He absolutely adores it and I can't say I blame him."
Nora grinned broadly at that, reaching her arms out to Marti and wrapping her in a hug.
"It's good to see you, Marti."
---
Marti tickled Bethany's little feet and all the women cooed when she kicked her auntie's hand away.
"I really want another one now." Casey sighed, gazing at Bethany with a dazed expression on her face.
"To bad that's not happening." Derek called to her from his spot on the couch. All the men were currently sprawled out on various pieces of furniture watching a hockey game.
Casey stuck her tongue out at him and turned back to her niece. Lizzie was lifting her up now, cradling her tiny daughter to her chest.
"Hold that pose! I'm going to grab my camera!" Nora stated quickly, hurrying out of the room. Marti just turned to Marissa and pulled out her cell phone, snapping pictures of Lizzie with it.
Marissa smirked at her Aunt. "Grandma is going to be all flustered when she gets back, you know."
Marti grinned. "Oh, I know."
The doorbell rang them and they all turned to look at the front door. No one moved.
"It's not locked, you know!" Edwin called finally and everyone listened to the door open.
"Caroline!" Nora called, seeing her as she was coming back with the camera. "You have got to come see Lizzie's baby. She is absolutely precious!"
Everyone turned to look at Caroline as she shuffled into the room.
"This is Quinn." She gestured to the man standing slightly behind her. He had short black hair, streaked with blonde and tiny glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose.
"Hello, Quinn." George stood up, grasping the arm of the couch to help push himself out. Derek and Edwin snickered. George went over to shake the young man's hand, smiling friendly. Nora had moved back over to her other daughters was now holding Bethany bouncing slightly, rocking her.
Quinn shook George's hand quickly before taking a step back, so he was slightly behind Caroline.
"Hello."
Everyone was staring at them, slightly perplexed. No one knew what to make of this. Caroline usually never went for guys like this.
"The sex must be good." Edwin mumbled and Derek smirked at the statement, watching the man squirm, half hidden behind his half-sister. No one said anything for a long time, and Derek was about ready to get up and leave this awkward conversation when his wife spoke.
"Caroline, your hair looks so good curled!" And she rushed over, wrapping her sister in a hug. Everyone began talking after that, back in their own little conversations. The men began talking about hockey and Bethany became the number one subject of the women.
"Thanks, Case!" Caroline smiled, returning the hug. Quinn was still standing behind her, but when Casey came over, he took a step back, giving them a lot of room.
Caroline pulled back, looking over at her boyfriend.
"Are you going to go watch hockey?"
Quinn looked alarmed, but with Caroline staring at him, he slowly slipped around her and Casey, and moved over to the couch. Derek scooted over to give him room and both he and Edwin continued to watch the game.
"You play for the Flames, right?" All heads turned to look at him and Quinn flushed a dark red, but kept his head up. Derek gave him another odd look before he answered.
"Yeah, I do."
Quinn breathed a sigh of relief.
"That's what I thought. I'm a big fan by the way. Not of the team, I like the Maple Leaf's myself, but it's incredibly inspiring that you play hockey for the NHL and tha-"
Derek clapped him on the back and Quinn fell forward, almost losing his glasses.
"Thanks, Quinny."
---
"So, where did you meet him?" Marti asked. Nora had dragged Casey, Lizzie, Caroline and her into the kitchen to help with the final preparations for supper.
Caroline smiled. "Actually, he's my Math tutor."
"Really?" Nora asked, surprised.
"Yep." Caroline grabbed some cups out of the cupboard. "We just sort of hit it off. He's really shy so I didn't really have a clue what to talk to him about in the beginning, but when he heard my last name, he asked if I was related to Derek and I said yes. He is a huge hockey fan. Like a massive fan. So that gave us something to talk about, and it sort of just grew from there."
"Well I'm really happy for you Caroline. Quinn seems like a really nice guy."
"He is."
"Can we please have our New Years Eve meal now? I am starving out here!" A voice called from the dining room and all the women laughed.
"Let's get this party started!" Lizzie exclaimed, laughing.
---
It was around seven in the morning on New Year's Day. Bethany was fussing in the room next to his and Casey's, so after an hour of tossing and turning, Derek gave up and climbed out of bed.
The light was just streaming through the curtains and it cast a soft glow on the walls. His bare feet hit the carpet and he looked down at the pile of pyjamas that were disposed there last night. Casey had finally given into temptation and broke her rule.
Slipping them back on, he ran a hand through his messy hair, trying to flatten it out. The mattress squeaked behind him and he looked over at his still sleeping wife. It was hard to believe that they had made it to where they were now. High school, university, marriage, careers and three kids. It was hard to even fathom sometimes.
Casey was facing him now, looking like some angelic version of a Barbie doll. Derek smirked at the thought, knowing that if he was to ever mention that to her, he would have to sit through the longest lecture of feminism that would put even university professors to shame. Her mouth was open slightly and he gave a small smile- he had always teased her about her drooling. The long, curly mane was spread over all the pillows over the bed, and he watched as she unconsciously reached out and grabbed his pillow, pulling it closer to her chest.
God he loved her.
And then Bethany started to wail and he gave a sigh and turn on his heal and headed out of the room, closing the door as quietly as possible behind him.
The house was still, if you didn't count the whimpers coming from his brother and step-sister's bedroom. He hoped to God that Bethany wasn't going to be colicky. That was the last thing anyone here needed.
Derek stopped for a moment, in the middle of the hallway. He had no real idea where he intended on going. All the kids were still sleeping in the living room and waking them would cause...well, nothing pleasant would come out of it. The kitchen...he shook his head. There was no way he was going to be able to make himself anything to eat without stirring one of the youngsters. Grabbing his jacket from the hall closet, he made his way to the door and slipped on his boots.
It was snowing lightly outside, the kind of snowfall that always made him think of cotton candy when he was young. Christmas lights that some of the neighbour's hadn't gotten around to taking down yet twinkled and flashed bright colours that meshed in with the falling snow. Confetti and streamers littered a driveway down the street from his parents' house, no doubt the results from a New Years Eve party.
There was a little stone bench, sitting on the front porch, right next to the covered barbeque. Derek brushed the snow off the top of the black cover and slid it off, placing it over the bench's seat. It was a little chilly outside and his butt felt frozen, frozen enough for him to consider heading back inside to crawl back into bed with Casey and listen to the cries of his niece. But, Derek opted against it.
When his parents were in that terrible fighting stage right before they got the divorce, he remembered coming outside and doing what he was doing now. Getting away from the noise to be in peace and quiet. It gave him a chance to think.
The sound of the front door opening broke him out of his stupor and he turned, half expecting to see Casey or one of his kids. It surprised him when his brother stepped out, clad in his own winter gear and holding a blue coffee mug. Edwin let the door fall shut behind him and he made his way over to Derek.
"Mind if I join you?"
Derek shook his head, sliding over to make room for him. The substance in the mug was hot chocolate and Derek reached for it, taking a sip before Edwin could do anything. It burnt his tongue though, and Derek's face scrunched up in pain as he handed it back to him.
Edwin smirked. "Serves you right."
Derek turned to glare at him and Edwin's grin slowly slid off his face. Even now, with the maturity both had gained and the respect they had for one another, Derek still had big brother instincts and Edwin had little ones.
Edwin squirmed uneasily and glanced back towards the door, half looking like he was ready to make a dash back inside. Derek smirked to himself at how similar they were and bumped shoulders with him, deciding to let his little brother off the hook.
"Getting away from it all?"
Edwin nodded. "Yeah, sometimes you need to just...escape. Plus Lizzie was getting annoyed with my fidgeting while she was trying to calm Bethany down. She sent me out here."
Derek chuckled. "Sounds like Lizard. You're still agitating her to no end?"
"Oh yeah!" They both laughed and Derek realized how much he missed this. Being himself around his family.
The laugher died down and they both fell into a comfortable silence. The snow was still falling softly, but it seemed to be letting up some, Derek squinted at the sky in thought.
"What's it like?" He asked quietly, causing Edwin to look at him strangely.
"What's what like?"
"Being a Dad again." Derek clarified.
Edwin's face broke out into a wide grin. "Great! A lot more difficult, but great!"
"It wasn't difficult before?"
"Well it was," Edwin explained, "but it's always different. I mean, Alex was the quiet baby, he was the boy. Raising a boy is so much different from raising a girl. A boy is...easier, while a girl is more delicate- soft. I don't really know how to explain it."
Derek looked down the street, lights were flickering on and the houses were starting to buzz with moment; the world was waking up.
"I know what you mean."
---
It was early in the morning, though how early, Derek wasn't exactly sure. The clock down the hall was ticking and it echoed in the hallways as he padded down towards the nursery. He pushed the door open and looked towards the crib in the center of the room, at his daughter.
Marissa was sleeping soundly, lying on her back. Her face was tilted off to the side, towards him, and he felt his breath catch in his throat as he approached her. The pink pony mobile hanging above her bed was turning leisurely; the moon light was bouncing off it and onto his daughter bellow.
Why did this all feel so new to him? He had a son; he had done all of the baby stuff before. Why was having a little girl so different?
His hand reached out on its own accord and brushed the top of Marissa's head. The light hair she had their was soft and he felt his chest inflate at the sight of her. He thought he had prepared himself for the act of fatherhood, but now that he actually had children, it was totally unlike what he had pictured. They were his children. His and Casey's.
"Derek?" A voice whispered from the hallway.
He didn't even turn around, he didn't half too. Casey's arms slipped around his waist and he felt her place a kiss to the back of his neck before shifting so she was beside him, arms still wrapped around his middle.
Marissa's little face seemed to scrunch up, like she felt her parent's eyes on her. She didn't wake up though, but just gave a tiny little sigh that made Casey "Awww" and Derek roll his eyes and smile.
"What are you doing up?" Casey whispered, leaning into her husband.
He shrugged, bumping her head with his shoulder. She poked him, giggling.
"I had to come see her."
"She isn't going to disappear, D."It sounded harsh but he could hear the smile in her voice.
"I know that. It's just...different now."
Casey looked up at him and after a moment, he looked down at her. Her face was tired and he knew she was still slightly in pain from the whole labour.
"How is it different?"
Derek shrugged again and she scowled at him.
"What happens when she starts liking boys? When you have to take her to buy bras? When she starts dating? Or when she gets her heart broken? There are so many things with girls that are so different with boys. Boys don't have to go through all of this initiation to womanhood shit."
Casey's mouth dropped open.
"Hey, you weren't the easiest teen to live with on the block. Admit it." He stated smugly.
Casey just looked back at their daughter and he laughed.
"Shhhh! Don't wake her up!" Casey hissed at him.
He laughed again, quieter. "Calm down. Mar is a Venturi and Venturi's can sleep through anything."
"Mar?"
"It fits doesn't it?"
She looked back at the sleeping little girl.
"I guess it does."
The couple was silent, both thinking over the past events.
"But don't you find it different?" Derek whispered, breaking the silence.
"Having a boy and having a girl?"
Derek nodded.
"Of course, Derek. Boys and girls are two complete different species that need to each be treated and raised differently."
Derek groaned.
"We're going to be grey haired before we're forty."
---
"Daddy?"
Both men turned to see Alex peeking out from the front door.
"Mommy is calling for you. She said to hurry fast."
Edwin rolled his eyes with a grin and stood up, scooping his laughing boy up in his arms and carrying him inside.
---
When Derek got inside, he was greeted by his daughter, who literally grabbed his arm from around the corner and dragged him into the living room. He barely had a chance to kick off his boots.
"You have to see this! You won't believe me otherwise!"
He grabbed the hand on his arm, peeling it off.
"Okay, okay. Breathe, Mar."
Marissa dove onto the couch, grabbing her pink laptop off the floor and hastily typing and clicking.
Derek sat down next to her hesitantly, peering over her shoulder to see the screen. Marissa was on her email account, scrolling down the list of messages.
"Here!" She cried, clicking on it with such vigour that Derek thought she might break her laptop.
Sent yesterday at 9:05pm
Hey Marissa, it's Emily.
I don't know if you remember me, but I met you at that business conference back in December. Anyways, I just wanted to let you know that I'm going to be heading up to Alberta soon to do some research for a new product for my company. If you all aren't too busy, maybe I could stop in?
Write back soon!
Emily D.
"I was just checking my email this morning and this popped up and I have no idea what to do!"
Derek read over the email once more before looking at Marissa. She was biting her bottom lip, twirling the chain around her neck with her finger.
"This isn't your fault, Mar." He told her softly, sensing her nervousness and guilt.
Marissa shook her head, the short, reddish brown ponytail swinging.
Derek was about to comment when his wife walked in the room, dressed in pyjamas now, stifling a yawn with the back of her hand.
"Morning."
Derek and Marissa just looked at her.
"What happened?" Casey said slowly, making her way across the room.
"Emily emailed and wants to come visit us, back home, sometime in the future." Marissa said flatly.
"What?!" Casey screeched, dropping to her knees near the couch.
"That's what I said!" Marissa echoed, turning the screen around so her Mom could see.
Casey scanned over the message before letting her head fall to Derek's knee. His fingers quickly began running through her hair, trying to calm her.
"Why is this happening?"
"Case, babe." Derek started, "We already talked about this at home and last night. Emily is not going to do anything to this family unless we let her. I say, let her come. Let her see what she wants to see and maybe she'll stop causing you stress."
Casey's head shot up. "You cannot be serious!"
"It makes sense, Case. She just needs closure, like Nora said. Her high school best friend married her elementary, high school and university crush and ex-boyfriend. She needs to recognize what all has changed, and for her to do that, she needs to see it."
Casey looked deflated, and Derek slipped his hand around the back of her neck, tugging her head so it was resting back on his knee. "It will all work out and you know that." He told her soothingly. Casey didn't even look up; she just reached up and tapped her daughter's knee.
"Write a reply."
Derek and Marissa shared a look before Marissa began typing an email. Emily was coming over.
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