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Family Line - Chapter 3

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Happy Friday! Wondering if we could have a prompt about a grownup Catherine/Phoebe/Marcus moment? Thanks!

Happy Friday! Also, I see Whitney Peak as Catherine

"Daaaad!"

Marcus laughed hearing his daughter yell for him as he was updating some patient notes.

"I could hear you even if you whispered," Marcus pointed out when she came into his office. She was holding one of the dogs in her arms, which meant she wanted something. His daughter, holding one of their rescue dogs was a weak spot.

"Sorry," Catherine said sheepishly, "I was wondering if I could go with Miyako and a few friends into London. There's a party and concert."

"Did you ask your mum?" Marcus asked with interest.

"She would say no," Catherine pointed out, "So would teta. But I was thinking of my favourite papa in the world and how he would let me go because he also did a lot of partying."

Marcus narrowed his eyes, "Emotional manipulation. I raised you well."

"Well it was that or I tell mum about what you and uncle Eric buried, for uncle Baldwin," She said.

"Tell mum what?" Phoebe interrupted, coming into the office.

"Nothing. Cathy's going to a party with Miyako on Friday," Marcus said.

"But we have family dinner this Friday," Phoebe pointed out.

Marcus waved her off, "I've missed more family dinners than I can count."

"And it will only be this once. And I will buy you and nana Ysabeau a gift to say sorry," Catherine promised.

"Fine," Phoebe conceded and her daughter squealed happily, giving her a kiss and speeding upstairs to plan her outfit.

Phoebe smirked at her husband, "What did our child blackmail you with?"

"Nothing." Marcus insisted "And if anything, that's a problem from your bloodline," He wouldn't be surprised if teta Miriam had taught her this.

"Uh-uh. Who did you bury?"

"I have no clue what you are talking about," Marcus insisted, standing up and kissing his wife.

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Oh I loved that Phoebe angst!!! Could I request a continuation 🥺 one where Stella causes a scene post funeral? Maybe rubbing it in that her mother is still alive? Queue Mamma Miriam coming to the rescue and Phoebe calling her mom (and meaning it) for the first time?

Ooh scandalous (actually, not really. All my family beefs take place at funerals)

Phoebe shook the hand of one of her mother's fellow teachers, who offered her condolences.

"Phoebe, I'm so sorry." Stella's mother and their father's first wife, Claudette, greeted her.

She had not been as hostile towards Padma and Phoebe as her daughter was. The divorce was mutual, it was more the sting of her husband marrying a younger woman that pissed her off.

But she was a lady. She was angry with her husband, not Padma. The two had a cordial relationship.

"Thank you Claudia. And thank you for coming." Phoebe replied.

She saw Stella, looking bored at the funeral. Phoebe supposed the polite thing to do was to speak to her. They were sisters after all.

"Stella." Phoebe greeted her sister politely. The two had not spoken since their father died, "Thank you for coming."

"Mother made me come," She said in a clipped tone.

"Still, thank you." Phoebe would not let her get to him.

"So, all that vampire power and you still lost your mother. Not so high and mighty now?" Stella sneered.

Phoebe scoffed, trying to hold back tears. She was still in the presence of other humans. "You came here to tell me that? I know."

"I always thought you would turn Padma. Almost hoped you would, just so I could prove you were a hypocrite." Stella shook her head, "But perhaps she didn't want to become a monster like her daughter."

"You know nothing." Phoebe hissed. She still blamed her younger sister for not turning Edward when he was sick, not understanding the ways of vampires. Of course she thought about turning her mother - but not only was this her mother, but she remembered how tired Padma had been, ready to join her love.

Phoebe chose, of free will and sound mind, to become an immortal. She found it unfair for people to choose when they are dying and at their most desperate moment.

In an instant, Miriam was between the two sisters, growling at the blonde human.

"Ommi!" Phoebe stopped Miriam, standing between her sire and a terrified Stella, "She isn't worth it. She really isn't."

Miriam nodded and stood down, still shocked that Phoebe had called her mum, in Miriam's most common language that she spoke when not speaking English.

Stella stomped away, shaken and cowed. They would not hear from her again, that was a relief.

"You called me ommi," Miriam pointed out, as they walked to the cars.

"Jason said you like that title," Phoebe said bashfully, "And I suppose, you are my mum now. My last mum."

"I am," Miriam gave her a small smile, touched. It had been a while since she had a daughter and she was finding this time wasn't so terrible.

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Looks

Marcus drank his wine, looking at Phoebe over his wine. He was sure Ysabeau had sat her so close yet so far just to torture him.

"...Marcus? Marcus?"

He snapped his eyes away from his fiancee, who tried to hide her own smile, ducking her head. Miriam silently chasisted her new daughter with a look.

"I was asking if you were thinking of entering private practise or staying public?"

"Oh, yes. I'm staying in the NHS." Marcus replied quickly, clearing his throat, "I like being to able as many people as possible and well, I love London," More like he loved the woman he found in London.

Two weeks they hadn't been allowed to touch each other. Wedding rules and Marcus hoped his grandfather was having a rotten time in the afterlife.

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Phoebe was looking for a book in the library when Marcus snuck up behind her and pushed her against a shelf.

"Marcus!"

"You need to stop," Marcus hissed.

Phoebe looked at him innocently, "Stop what?"

"Looking like you. Being you," Marcus practically begged, "Not when we can't..." He groaned, inhaling her, his hands wrapped around her waist.

"Just a few more days and you have me to yourself," Phoebe whispered, leaning up. Their lips grazed each other and Marcus knew exactly what she was doing.

Phoebe wasn't a proud woman. But the very fact that she had the notorious womaniser of the de Clermont this desperate. She wanted him too, but he liked to tease. She didn't mind giving him a taste of his own medicine for a while.

He groaned and pulled away as she pulled her book from the shelf, "You are infuriating."

"I love you too," Phoebe smirked, "Good night."

Marcus took time to compose himself, leaving the library fifteen minutes after she did. Gallowglass was standing near the entrance, a knowing smirk on his face.

"Shut it," Marcus snapped.

"I have never seen you so whipped before." He swiftly dodged the oncoming slap from him, chuckling as Marcus stormed off.