Tosh had spent days preparing for this. Days trying to not think of family at home, rather all that she had here and should be glad for. In the end it had worked, and she and Owen stood smiling at the edge of the pool, Jackson cradled in her arms, gazing out at everyone who'd come
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After the ceremony, she stood to the side, holding Mack and looking at the crowd. Mack was far more interested in the string of big wooden beads Abby had given her. That Scottish guy with the tattoos made great technology-free baby toys.
It really had been a beautiful ceremony.
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"Trust me, you're not the only one who's a little boggled by this. I know I already asked this and I don't think you can take it back anyway, but are you sure you want me influencing your child? I'm kind of strange."
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"Mack, this is Jackson. Jackson, this is Mack. In case you have an eye for older women, I'll assure you that she's a very nice girl," she addressed the infant solemnly.
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"Abby! It's too soon to be setting him up with people."
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Mack was starting to lean forward precariously and Abby carefully reeled her back in.
"No tumbles today, Macha Pinocchio. Your mum would skin me."
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"How is it? Having the girls?"
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"It's fine. It's better than fine. I'm still not interested in birthing any of my own, but if I had to have a kid or two, I'd probably pick the girls. Flo's off with Mike right now or she'd be here too."
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"They are practically mine. I was thinking about that during the ceremony, actually. It's nice to live in a place where you can be practically a parent to your girlfriend's kids with her boyfriend and no one even blinks."
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Mack had grabbed a lock of Abby's hair and was tugging it.
"Ow. No hairpulling, Macha. There is no call for that. I haven't even tried to take your man, after all."
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