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QUOTE PROMPT #076 – MARSHALL/ABIGAIL

"Love means giving chances when there are no more chances left to give."

"You're unhappy," Abigail stated, watching as Marshall folded laundry in their bedroom.

"While I admit that laundry isn't the most stimulating of chores, I wouldn't say that it was making me 'unhappy'," Marshall replied, dryly. He grimaced when Abigail's face remained stoic. "What's going on?"

She sat on the bed, between the piles. "I thought that if I was happy enough, if I smiled enough, if I remained upbeat enough, that you would eventually feel all of that, too."

Marshall moved to stand in front of her. "Where is this coming from? I am happy."

"No, you're not. You haven't been happy since Mary RSVP'd that she wasn't coming to the wedding. It's like something inside you died. You should be on cloud nine right now, but instead, you're just... going through the motions."

"I admit that I've been stressed lately with all of the changes at work, but I am excited about the wedding," he said, adamantly.

Abigail shot him a watery smile. "Oh, how I wish that were true. Marshall, I love you."

He grabbed her hand. "I love you, too."

"I love you enough to let you go; to let you find that one person that sets your world on fire." She shook her head when he opened his mouth. "Do you love me enough to do the same?"

"Yes," Marshall huffed, his voice shaky. He felt both relieved that she was setting him free and guilty that he was causing her so much pain.

Abigail gave him a single nod, removing her hand from his. "I'm going to star with Sarah for a few days. We can work out everything with the house and the wedding then." She stood and kissed his cheek. "Good-bye, Marshall. I hope you finally get your chance with her."

Marshall took her place on the bed. He closed his eyes as tears streamed down his face. It was such a quiet end to their relationship. He waited until the front door shut before whispering, "Good-bye."

QUOTE PROMPT #077 – MARY/MARSHALL

"See, there's two kinds of people. The kind that gets rid of their feelings. And the kind that keeps them. If you're going to keep your feelings, you're going to get sick from time to time. That's just how it works."

"Mary, it's time to get up," Marshall whispered into her ear. He was standing over her bed, watching her sleep, a cup of her favorite coffee in his hand. She lay on her stomach, one leg hanging over the bed. Her head was buried under her pillow. "Come on, Mare. We're going to be late."

"Go to hell," Mary muttered, attempting to kick him.

Marshall chuckled. "That's my girl."

Mary flipped onto her back. "How can you be so damn chipper in the morning?"

"What's there to grumble about? It's a beautiful morning. I spent the night with an amazing girl. We're about to head into our wonderful job," he told her.

"Just give me the coffee and no one gets hurt," she said, glaring at him. She gleefully took the cup and cradled it in her hands. Mary inhaled the smell and promptly started to gag. She pushed the cup back into Marshall's hand and rushed to the bathroom, one hand covering her mouth and the other covering her stomach.

Marshall quickly put the coffee on the nightstand to rush to Mary's side. He grabbed her a glass of water and a cool washcloth. "Are you okay?"

Mary nodded, then shook her head. "What was in that coffee? The smell of it was absolutely overwhelming."

"It's the same coffee you drink every day," he countered.

"No way. I've never had that reaction to coffee except..." her voice trailed off and her eyes grew wide.

"Except when?"

Mary swallowed hard. "Except when I was pregnant with Norah."

Marshall's face slowly switched from confusion to elation. "Do you think- I mean, could you really be?"

"This can't be happening again. I cannot be a single mother to another baby," Mary moaned, putting her head against her arm as it sat on the toilet seat. After a few moments, she sat up abruptly. "Go get me a pregnancy test. No, make it two. No, make it five. We should be really sure."

"I'll be right back!" Marshall exclaimed. He raced towards the bathroom door before stopping. He stepped back to her and kissed her forehead. "Everything's going to be okay, Mary. If you are, indeed, pregnant, then the only thing you have to know is this: this baby was absolutely conceived in loved."

She shot him a small smile, allowing him to leave. Mary dropped her hand to her stomach. "That was your father. He's a bit long-winded at times and he can get really irritating with the constant trivia, but he's right. If you are in there, the only thing you need to know is that you were conceived in love."

QUOTE PROMPT #078 – MARY/BRANDI

"It's taken me 32 years to figure out who I want to be, and what I've learned is- it's a choice that you make every day about who you want to be and who you want to be it with. It means you appreciating what's happened in your life to bring you to this point and letting go of it."

"I can't do this anymore," Brandi cried, walking into Mary's bedroom with the crying infant in her hands. "I can't be a mother anymore. Take her."

Mary took the baby, bouncing her slightly to calm her down. "Brandi, you just have to remain calm. If you're calm, you'll be able to calm her down."

Brandi shook her head. "No, it doesn't work for me. This doesn't work for me."

"Well, it's too late now. She's here and you're her mother," Mary told her, trying to clamp down on her irritation.

"You could be her mother," Brandi offered, quietly. "You're a great mother. Norah's lucky to have you."

Mary sighed, glancing at the baby in her arms. "Ava is lucky to have you, too." She looked back up at Brandi. "I'll let you in on a little secret. There are days that I don't want to do this either. There are days where I fantasize about running away when it all gets to be too much. But I made the choice to keep Norah, just like you made the choice to keep Ava. Every day, I make the choice to get up and be the best mother that I can be to that little girl. Sometimes, I succeed and sometimes, I don't. But you have to try each and every day."

Brandi stared at the floor. "What if I'm not strong enough? I've given up on everything I've tried to do before."

"You are strong enough. You can do this. And when you think you're not, you'll come talk to me. We're in this together."