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QUOTE PROMPT #121 – RAPH/BRANDI

"I didn't want to say anything before because I didn't want you to see me as a different person. Or in a different light. But maybe that's what's happened. Things... Things have been illuminated, and everything has changed."

"You should have just told me."

"Told you what? That I love you? That I'm in love with you and have been for a long time?" Brandi shook her head. "We're not those kinds of people."

Raph frowned. "Things might have been different. I might-"

She interrupted. "Might have what? Left your wife? And what about Mary? Do you think she would have been okay with all of this? No, I couldn't tell you."

"Why are you telling me this now?"

"Because you moved back to town. Because for some reason you and Victoria have decided to strike up a friendship with Mary and Marshall." Brandi took a deep breath. "Because I have something else to confess to you and I don't want you to think that what happened was because of the alcohol. It wasn't."

Raph scratched his head. "What is it?"

She bit her bottom lip. "After that night... the one in Miami... I got pregnant."

"Mine?" Raph's eyes grew wide. "You got pregnant with my child?"

"Yeah," Brandi confirmed, "and I had a beautiful little girl. She is the light of my life and she looks so much like you. I don't know how Mary hasn't figured it out yet."

He stepped forward. "I want to meet her. I want to get to know her."

Brandi shook her head. "You can't. At least, you can't get to know her as anything other than Mary's niece. You love your wife. You're going to have a baby with her. I don't want to hurt anyone else. This is the way it has to be."

Raph opened his mouth to protest, only to close it again. Brandi was right; he had no intention on leaving his wife and this would just tear her apart. It might have been different if Brandi had said something when they had slept together. He and Victoria were going through so many problems then.

"You're right," Raph agreed, finally. "It's the way it has to be."

QUOTE PROMPT #122 - ABIGAIL

"The one true one, or the one you don't mind living with until something better comes along?"

Abigail awoke for the tenth or maybe eleventh night in a row. She was beginning to lose count. She wondered if he had any idea that he cried in his sleep. Judging by his sunny disposition in the morning, she didn't think so. Still, his crying woke her every night.

It would be one thing if she didn't know what he was crying about; she could pass it off as stress. No, his reason for crying appeared on his lips nightly. Mary. He cried for his former partner nightly. What the dreams entailed, she could only guess.

She began to watch for anything out of the ordinary, but found none. Marshall got up, when to work, and came home to her nightly. The only phone calls that he received involved work. Whenever she stopped by the WitSec office, he and Mary were pleasant, but all business. He had no unexplained time away from, no hidden phone calls, or secrets.

And it somehow made her feel worse than before Mary and Marshall had scaled back their friendship.

Because he cried for Mary every night.

Abigail practice a speech in her head, near constantly now. She would sit him down in the kitchen or maybe the living room. Her voice would be cool, calm, and collected as she told him that things weren't working out; that he didn't love her like he loved someone else. That he may not be there for Mary at four in the morning, but it was clear to her that he wanted to be. She would tell him that she deserved to be more than someone's second choice and that she hoped that one day he would find what he was looking for.

Yet, every day, when he kissed her right temple in hello, she lost her nerve.

And every night when he cried out again for Mary, she wondered if her life would always be this way.

QUOTE PROMPT #123 – MARY/MARSHALL

"There's all kinds of milestones in life. The kind you expect to live through - first kiss, birthdays, graduations, if you're lucky, a wedding or two, or even a new addition to the family. Then there's the kind you never dreamed you'd get to live through again. And that's the best kind of all."

Mary opened her eyes as the smell of bacon filled her nose. It was an odor that had become familiar over the last month of Saturdays. Mary rubbed her eyes as she stumbled into the bathroom. It occurred to her, as it had last Saturday that she should tell Marshall to stop coming over before she and Norah got used to it, but it felt too good to have him back as her friend.

Stopping by Norah's room out of habit, she was unsurprised to find it empty. She was equally unsurprised to find the toddler sitting on the counter "helping" her uncle Marshall. Mary kissed her head before standing on the other side of Marshall.

"Did you make blueberry pancakes?" Mary asked him.

Marshall shook his head. "Her royal majesty wanted banana."

Mary rolled her eyes exaggeratedly, making Norah giggle. "Bug, we have to talk about your pancake choices." Mary turned her attention back to Marshall. "What time did you get here?"

"Ummm," Marshall hesitated answering by concentrating on the bacon he was cooking. "I think about six-thirty. I cleaned your pool so it's all ready for swimming later."

"Marshall, we really have to talk about this," Mary sighed.

He put down the fork in his hand. "You want me to stop coming over."

Mary cringed inwardly. "It's not that. It's just... what happens when Abigail comes back to town? Norah's already getting attached to these Saturdays and -"

"She's not coming back," Marshall interrupted. "I asked her for a divorce two weeks ago."

"You what?"

Marshall turned the stove off and put Norah on the ground. He watched with some amusement as she stood right at their feet, watching the adults intensely. "Mary, I have felt more at home here these last few Saturdays than I have felt anywhere else. Ever. I want to continue to have these Saturdays for as long as you'll let me. Unless you don't want me to keep coming?"

Mary took a deep breath to calm her excitement. "Are you kidding? You make me breakfast every Saturday. Why wouldn't I want you to keep coming?" She kissed his cheek quickly before snatching Norah up. "Come on, Bug. Let's go wash your hands."

"Hey, Mare!" Marshall called after her. "How do you feel about Sunday brunch?"