<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><em>~ Marisol, feeling a little bit better ~</em><br/><br/>When Nicci reached out a hand, Marisol did not hesitate to grasp it. If there was one thing she had quickly learned about Mila and Nicci, it was that all three girls needed the physical aspect of a friendship. Since she had been raised in such a large family, she had grown used to the hugs, the kisses and simply holding hands with her parents and her siblings. She was so glad to see that Mila and Nicci seemed to be the same way. If they only knew how much comfort holding hands could truly bring her. Like now; the small flub she had made was slowly ebbing away as she felt Nicci's firm hold on her, making her feel reassured.<br/><br/>As she listened to the rest talk, she still felt completely embarrassed that she had responded as honestly as she had, but she was sorta glad she did it. It gave her time to listen and to realize that while all of them felt a bit overwhelmed, they were all in it together. It was just as Marcus was stating: We had to focus less on the worries and more on the future. If all six of them succeeded in this then it would not only show that they could make polygamy work...they could make <em>their polygamy</em> household work. Because what could would it be if all six of them accomplished the experiment but then...had to go back to their normal lives?<br/><br/>Marisol was certain that after spending time together, NONE of them would be able to go back to their normal lives. They would have impacted each other too much.<br/><br/>Squeezing Nicci's hand, Marisol looked at them and couldn't help but laugh softly. Her eyes sparkled and slowly the fear and worry began to leave and it was replaced by...hope. "Okay. So...we can do this. And if we can't, then we can learn." She tilted her head and looked at Marcus, winking teasingly, "I hope you'll learn on the first time...I don't think you'll like having poop thrown at you that often." She winked, showing that she was teasing.<br/><br/>She looked at Nicci and at Mila and offered them both a soft smile, almost like an apology for having freaked out. But Nicci had stepped in and had easily become the protector, the 'take charge' and it made Marisol feel better. Because no matter what, even though she loved being the 'Mother' of everyone...on some days, she wanted to be taken care of. And it helped to know that Nicci or Mila would be able to handle it when she couldn't.</span>