Romans & histoires Marshall Eriksen How I Met Your Mother

The Erickson knows too much. A flicker of anger crossed his face, but he quickly masked it. “You’ve clearly been through a lot,” he said, his tone smoother now, almost patronizing. “Perhaps you’re confused, traumatized. I suggest you rest and focus on recovery.” --- Joseph sneered, but before he could reply, Erickson stepped in. “That’s enough,” he said firmly. “Mira, Joseph, go get some food and water. I’ll handle this.” Mira hesitated, her hands balling into fists. “Dad, you can’t trust him—”

"Thank you. That is very thoughtful." We exchanged the necessary pleasantries. How was the journey, how was the Duskridge compound, how was Erik progressing. Her mother answered everything properly and I answered everything properly and we were both fully aware that the person we were both watching was Mara, who had sat down across from me and had been visibly containing herself since the moment she walked through the door.

The wedding dragged to an end and I heaved out in relief. Dragging my already tired limbs out of the hall, I dialed my best friend’s digits via video call. “Yo, Ez.” Erik’s caramel skin glowed as his face appeared on the screen. “Happy married life to you.” The heck? “My mom got married, not me.” I said as-a-matter-of-factly, rolling my eyes. “Well, you're literally made from your mom, so that means this marriage is a part of you.”

“Who are you, mister?” “Me?” Eric pointed to himself. He looked at Kevin before he said, “I am Eugene’s Father.”

“It’s just weird to me. So how exactly did someone like you meet someone like him?” I smiled. “The same way you met your husband, I think.” Her face twisted. “Excuse me?” I leaned forward slightly. “You were a waitress before you became a TV presenter. And as the story goes… you met your husband during one of your shifts.” Her lips pressed into a thin line. “Ex-husband,” she corrected, her voice tight with irritation. “Oh, good for you.” I shrugged. “But if you must know… I didn’t meet Eric first. I met Mrs. Nora.”

I don't want to scare her more than I already did. 'Hell yeah? Really?...' Eric says and laughs through our mind link. 'I know, right?... I have a cool and sassy mother-in-law, don't you think?' I replied to him, wondering what she would be like when she was young. "You're Martha... I'm Thor, of course, you already know that... That fool driving us is my brother and best friend, Eric." I introduced and they shook each other's hands We rode in silence for a few seconds after the introduction and pleasantries were gotten out of the way.

Erika appeared, dressed as if for a magazine cover, her smile as carefully rehearsed as mine had been hours earlier in the garden. “Tristan! You came!” She threw herself at me for a hug that I endured, my body a wall of tension, my hands inert at my sides. “Cassius thought it prudent for me to visit,” I replied, my voice flat, pulling away from her as if her skin burned. Mentioning my father was a cold reminder of the real reason for this farce. Mrs. Meyer guided us to the veranda, chattering nonstop about beautiful couples, children, and perfect properties for families. Every word was a nail in my coffin. Erika tried to bring up nostalgic subjects, her voice an irritating buzz.

She was smiling from ear to ear as soon as her gaze landed on me. "Oh my, look how adorable you are." The woman said as she placed the casserole on the table. She must be Ezra's mom, but she looks so young. "No wonder my son's completely fallen head over heels for you." "Mom!" Ezra's mother ignored him and called up his father, hiding behind the door. "Right, I'm that child's mother; my name is Elise." Elise extended her hand to me. "Nice to meet you, Alexis." I accepted it without any thoughts, and it was the first time I felt a mother's hand. It was rough but felt full of love.

"That doesn't make any sense. If you're not my fiancée, then how—" "Call me Mom." Silence. Complete, absolute silence. Caleb stared at me like I'd grown a second head. "What did you say?" "I said call me Mom." I rose to my feet, looking down at him. "Because while you were off playing house with your rogue girlfriend, I married your father."

Amaka's POV "I am Hannah Ericsson. You can call me Mrs. Hannah," Joseph's mother said to me, and I replied, "Okay, Ma." She presented her phone to me to input my number, and I accepted it, even though it was not what I wanted. I did, and gave her my contact. "When will you be free for us to go and do the DNA test? How about tomorrow?" She asked me, and I nodded. "Yes, tomorrow will be fine, because Jason is now a student."