Marshall Eriksen How I Met Your Mother Novels & Stories

"Laura, you're 28 years old this year. Who else except me would want to marry you? Can't you take a look at yourself? You should honored that I'm willing to marry you." Derek sat down on the sofa and began acting shamelessly. "It's your house, but what you're going to do if I refuse to leave? You can call the police, could the police force me to leave?" "Say one more bad word about my family and I'll shut you up for the rest of your life." My oldest cousin, Jason, walked into the house and the other cousins followed.

“Oh, and congratulations. You’re getting married in the spring.” I blinked. “Excuse me?” Scarlett gave me a helpless look, setting down her plate. “I tried.” My eyes dropped to the table—and that’s when I saw it. My office folder. The marriage contract Ezra had drawn up to manage the press situation. It was open. Of course it was. And of course my mother had gone through my things. “I was looking for a pen,” Miriam said breezily, misinterpreting my silence. “And then I happened to notice this charming little document. You can imagine my surprise. You two were planning to elope, weren’t you?”

The words settled heavy on my tongue. My mom searched my face, then pulled me into another hug. “Well,” she said quietly, “I wish we’d met him sooner. But if you’re happy…” She stepped back and looked at Eric again, this time with curiosity instead of suspicion. “…then I'm happy.” My father exhaled through his nose, clearly not thrilled but less angry now. Jessica squealed. “Oh my God, this is better than N*****x.” I shot her a glare. Eric let out a small breath beside me, almost like a sigh of relief. I gave him a look that screamed “What the hell, man!” But he just shrugged.

He nods, “It was. My mother is great, but she can become a little...excitable. He was the one person who could always calm her down. I was twenty.” Another silence stretches between us, and I fight the urge to squirm. Something in the back room creaks, too slow and deliberate to be wood settling. I stiffen, and Erik’s head snaps toward the door like he heard it too, but when he turns back, his expression is blank. “Must be the wind,” he says nonchalantly. There’s no wind. I push away from the counter. “I’m just going to the bathroom. My hands are all dusty from sorting herbs.”

She stood in the doorway with her arms crossed over her chest staring at him, “I can’t believe you just told Marie she was the ketchup to Mato’s mustard, like she's the science experiment we all have to look at on your plate when we eat.” “See,” his eyes lit up a bit as he turned to face her, “you thought she was the ketchup too.” He sat back in his chair looking quite proud of himself. Miah’s face dropped as her eyes widened in disbelief and annoyance, “Erica’s looking for you.”

They went for a table and sat down. “Give me a second,” Henry asked. He phoned his son “Hello, come serve me breakfast. I'm at table 18” Henry commanded but there was a yell at the other end. Henry giggles, massaging his temples, he instantly ended the call. “What was that?” “Nothing.” “Oh, here they come.” Henry chimed, staring at an incoming waiter. He appeared to be a strange person “Sir, Erickson refused to come over. He said he is so busy and he has no time to discuss shit over and over.”

"It'll probably go down to 12 or something," "Alright," I said, as I grabbed my baby pink fluffy sweater out of the wardrobe. "Oh, by the way, I ran into Erick today," "You what!?" Madelyn raced upto me. I chuckled at her sudden reaction. "Erick Colón," "Yeah, I know," Madelyn's eyes lit up. "When? Where? How? And why?" "Oh god, calm yo shit, girl," I laughed. "He works at the Starbucks outlet near college," "Omg..."

I called her and she turned to me, “I brought you coffee and some snacks, I don't know which one you would like…” “Thank you” she said, as she took the coffee and took a bag of chips out of the paper bag I am holding. “Your mom…do she leave alone?” “Yeah, she does. She likes the island” I replied to Maren, She nodded. Maren took a sip out of her coffee and my eyes fell to her lips as it wrapped around the straw. I snapped my eyes away before she caught me staring, “Do you know that I met Flora again, She tried to hit me…” Maren said, she looked away like she was embarrassed, “You must have seen the video, I look like some…”

“When can I come home?” Erik immediately intervenes. “Why? You’re not having fun with me here?” “Well, I am,” Finn says thoughtfully. “But what if Mom misses me? I don’t want her to be sad.” Erik smirks, looking between me and Cedric. “Don’t worry. I think your mother is too busy with other activities to miss you too much.” My face instantly heats up. “Erik!” Cedric just looks proud, as if his prowess has been praised.

Little does anyone know I’d do anything for this woman. A tall, grumpy looking man with an impressive mustache walks over to us, I imagine him to be somewhere in his 50’s. “Harley, thank God you’re finally here, your mother is driving the entire household insane. Miranda is at her wits end.” “Hello Dad. Who’s Miranda?” “The new maid. Your mother drove Alexis away with her post ankle antics.” Harley’s father eyes me suspiciously as he hugs her. “Dad, this is Erik, he drove me up. Erik this is my dad, William. Or Willy, Will, Bill…Billiam if you’re feeling suicidal.”