air.

I was just watching the old series

I don't understand the aesthetics of unbroken TOMs. I thought you were trying to say something.

The grocery store on the corner is giving away free chocolate to the first person that can recite their meat selections by memory.

What a fun way for you to save money you don't have to spend on simple pleasures.

Anaks smiled, and pulled him in for a kiss, helping him push her blouse off of her shoulders. “I love you so much.” She tangled her fingers in his hair, her heart swelling with love. “I miss you.” She whispered, pulling away just enough to look into his dark, brown eyes.

Marco met her brown eyes, his heart sunk and dragged his eyelids shut with it. His forehead met hers and he ran his hands down her waist, feeling the skin of her curves. "I miss you, too." He took in a deep breath, feeling her scent fill the nicotine walled spaces in his lungs.

Anaks laughed, and tangled her fingers in his hair. She craned her head to the side, giving him more room, and closing her eyes. “I doubt it… I’m still your wet dream, right?”

Marco began to slowly unbutton her shirt, chuckling at her question. "Of course." His mind began to play like an old school film projector, the reel of their time on the show. He remembered how circumstances had required for him to stay away. Never would he have guessed that he'd end up marrying her, only to be separated once again. "And I still love you so much." His eyes met hers, while his hands tenderly swallowed up her cheeks.

Anaks smiled, and licked her lips, keeping her eyes on his. “They haven’t watched any of the show. I won’t let them. I don’t let them watch my music videos, either.” She scoffed, wrapping her arms around his neck. 

Marco's eyebrow raised and then he nodded. "You realize you're our son's friends' wet dream, right?" He dipped his head under her chin, catching her neck with his lips. 

They won’t be watching this, if that’s what you’re saying.

"Good." He smirked mischievously. His hand snuck around her waist, pulling her against him. "Oh," he remembered, hovering in front of her lips, "nor the older season."

I take pride in it being mine.

...You don't let the kids watch television, right?

I always really liked you, Marco. Honest.

Mhm.. Hey... did you ever get that I liked you? 

Oh, right. It also wouldn’t have helped that you couldn’t keep it in your pants.

Don't act like that's my fault.

Well, you don’t hate or likes us… Which is even worse I think. You feel nothing for must of us… I’m glad you’re here.

If it makes you feel any better, I'm actually not absolutely hating being here again. 

Eh, I was in love with your cousin. Had to be cool with the fam.

Don't even try hiding it, Jordan. 

Thank God for birth control. Oh, and that your sperm doesn’t swim very well. 

The whole point of the birth control is because my sperm swim like sailfish. Watch it.

You always thought weirdly well of me.

I could say the same thing about you.

Twenty years later, you’ll all be surprised to know that I haven’t acquired any kidney, liver, or brain damage.

And you'll be surprised that I'm not surprised.