Novel & Cerita Marshall Eriksen How I Met Your Mother

“And you brought someone with you today—your fiancé?” “Hello Father, thank you. No, this is Erik; he’s a childhood friend of mine,” Mary said, and Erik and Father Link shook hands. “It’s nice to meet a friend of Mary’s. She usually comes alone,” Father Link said. “It’s nice to be able to join her. She always talks so warmly about the church,” Erik said, and Mary reflected on how grownup he sounded. In her mind he was still the boy she used to explore the city with. But he had grown up, just as she had. They went inside and took a seat. They sat there throughout the service and Mary thought it felt nice to not be there alone. Afterwards they thanked Father Link for a nice service and went out

As I faced him, he withdrew his hand as though I was the plague, and I saw a look of annoyance cross his features. Was that regret? Irritation? Did he hate my face that much? hurt filled my chest but I shoved it aside, refusing to dwell on it. I walked closer to my mother. "Mom, I have some news for you. This…this is Quinn McCullough, my husband. We got married a few days ago." There was silence. I had dropped the bomb and I was waiting for her response. My mother stared at me, puzzled. She glanced at Quinn back at me.

I asked her. “That's exactly the one that I mean, apparently Alpha Colin and my dad are old friends and they came with their son Eric. When I asked them why they came all this way they said it had been a while since they had seen each other and they thought it was high time that Eric and I met. I was confused so I asked why would Eric and I need to meet. Then Alpha Colin was confused and he asked my father if he had not told me. Everyone at the table looked like they knew what was going on except for me and for the first time, my mother hid her face from me.

she glanced at us with her wide eyes. Seeing her expression of hope inside me blossomed and I was having a positive vibe now. I was just waiting for her to say ‘yes, I know her.’ “Are you her relatives?” she questioned. “Do… do you know her?” Erik questioned not answering her question. “Can you tell me who you are?” “I… I am her son,” he said. She covered her mouth and said, “you, you are serious right?” Erik nodded his head in response and said, “I want to meet her. Can you please take me to my mom?” he punctuated in a sad tone.

Eric was already used to me talking fast, so he understood me without stress. “Let me at least have a glass of water sweetie, and maybe a massage, before you tell me who you met,” Eric whined. The fool. I pushed him to the kitchen to get his water, but I wasn’t going to massage him, not while I had my sense intact. “Who did you meet?” He asked me after downing three glasses of water. “Jake! Jake London!” I told him. Eric looked like he was about to spit out all the water he just had.