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QUOTE PROMPT #064 – MARY/MARSHALL

"It doesn't matter that he's gone, people die every day. Friends, family... so yeah, we lost him tonight. He's still with us, in here. So are all of them. They didn't die in vain."

"Mary," Marshall said, closing the door behind the two of them as they stumbled into her house. They both were exhausted, having been up for over twenty-four hours trying to sort out the mess that Mary's witness left, ending in his death.

Mary turned to face him, her eyes not quite reaching his. "I'm fine, Marshall. It's not the first witness that I've lost and it won't be the last."

Marshall frowned. "That doesn't make this time any easier."

"You should really go," she whispered. "My emotions are really close to the surface and I don't think you should be here."

"I'm not leaving until I know you're okay." Marshall brushed the hair from her forehead and nearly jumped at the electricity from the touch.

Mary licked her lips, leaning into him. "You need to go."

He swallowed hard. "I should."

"You have a fiancee," she continued, shivering as he ran his hands up her arms.

"I don't care."

"Marshall," Mary murmured.

Marshall pursed his lips. "Tell me to go, Mary, and I will."

Mary's eyes met his. "Can you stay for just one night? Can you get up and walk out tomorrow morning?"

"No," he admitted, honestly. "Once I capture you, once I've tasted you, I'm never going to be able to let you go." Marshall hesitated. "And you?"

"No," Mary croaked. "No, I won't." After a few minutes, she repeated, "You should go."

"I should," he agreed, but they continued to stand there, eyes locked onto one another, waiting.

QUOTE PROMPT #065 – MARY/NORAH

"I can see it, this one moment when you know you're not a sad story. You are alive, and you stand up and see the lights on the buildings and everything that makes you wonder, and you're listening to that song on that drive, with the people that you love most in this world."

"You're awfully quiet, Bug," Mary commented to her daughter. "Everything okay?"

"I guess," Norah mumbled from the backseat of the mini-van.

Mary studied her daughter in the rear view mirror. "You sure? You know you can tell me anything, right?"

Norah sighed, staring out the side window. "How long until Marshall comes back?"

"Marshall will be home in two days," Mary replied with a frown. They had gone over this in great deal in the month before Marshall's trip.

"What if he decides not to come back? What if he decides that he likes it in Texas with Alex and Henry's mom more than he likes being with us?"

Mary ran her hands through her hair. "That's not going to happen. Why do you think that?"

Norah shrugged. "My dad decided that he liked Sarah better and that's why he moved."

"Your dad moved because Sarah got a new job. It had nothing to do with liking her better. You know that, don't you?"

"Sure," Norah replied, unconvinced. She sighed again. "What if Alex and Henry decide that they like living with their real mom more and don't want to come back?"

Mary pulled over to the side of the rode so that she could turn around and face her daughter. "Norah, this is their home; you and me, we're their home. It isn't a contest. Marshall will be home in two days. The boys will be home in two weeks. I promise you that everything is going to be fine. Do I break my promises?"

Norah shook her head. "No."

"What's your favorite memory of all five of us together?" Mary asked her. "The one that makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside?"

"Um." Norah tapped her chin. "When you and Marshall took us camping and me, and the boys, and Marshall sang all the way there, really loudly, and Marshall even got you to sing, too."

Mary chuckled, despite herself. "That was a pretty good trip. Anytime that you start to miss Marshall or the boys, I want you to think about that memory and know that everything will be back to normal soon."

QUOTE PROMPT #066 – MARSHALL/NORAH/MARY

"Going means saying goodbye, and saying goodbye means forgetting."

"You're going to be good for Grandma, right?" Marshall asked. Norah nodded, her blond curls bouncing. "We're going to call you every day, okay?"

"Okay," the three-year-old agreed, her bottom lip sticking out in a pout.

Marshall gathered her into his arms, holding her tight. "I am going to miss you much."

Norah patted his back, digging her face into his neck. "Miss you much."

"Do you want to say 'bye' to Mama?" he prodded.

"Bye, Mama," Norah whispered, looking over at her mother.

Mary took her from Marshall, hugging her close. "Bye, Bug. I love you. I'll miss you."

Norah sniffled. "Love you. Miss you."

"Maybe, we should take her with us," Marshall suggested, wrapping his arms around them both.

"We don't want her to forget about us when we're gone," Mary added.

"You idiots," Brandi smirked, walking into the living room. "You're going to be gone for five days. She's not going to forget about you. Now, give me the rugrat," she took Norah from both of them, "and get out of here. You're going to be late for your plane. Happy honeymoon!"