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Mare and Leesh go out to lunch for preparations for the wedding. Frankie stirs up trouble at Chuck E. Cheese.
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Chapter Fifteen
“What were you thinking color wise for the wedding?” Alicia asked Meredith as their hostess sat them in a private booth that faced the Atlantic Ocean. She pulled out a two-inch binder filled with loose leaf paper, magazines, and fabric clippings.
Meredith took a sip from the water glass and shrugged. “I asked Gee, but he says he doesn’t really care. He wants me to take care of the whole wedding. He’d like to get married in Vegas, but I want something more traditional.” She explained.
“Yeah, I know what you mean.” Alicia took out a pen and began scribbling done ideas on the paper. “Have you looked at any gowns?”
Making a face, Meredith shrugged. “Not since Paris when he proposed. You know, when we went to the little boutiques and everything. It all depends on where I’m at weight wise to buy a dress after the babies are born.” She sighed, laying a hand on her stomach.
Alicia nodded. “What about yellow? That would look pretty. Wouldn’t clash with your hair too much, brings out the amber in your baby blues …”
“Yeah, that could work. As long as Gerard’s hair isn’t red for the wedding.” She joked.
“Ronald McDonald; out.” Her friend grinned.
After they placed their orders, Meredith leaned in close to Alicia. “Leesh, I still don’t know what to do about Bob.” She whispered.
“Yeah, I was thinking about that too.” Alicia grimaced. “I know it’ll kill Gerard, but … eventually you’ll have to tell him. Even if the babies do have darker hair and look like Gee, you can’t just risk the chance of them actually being Gee’s. You mom and dad both had darker hair.” She pointed out.
Sighing, Meredith looked down at her bloated stomach. “I know. But … when I tell him, maybe there won’t be a wedding.” She winced.
Alicia put her hand on Meredith’s. “Mare, don’t. Gerard loves you so flipping much. When he asked Mikey how to propose to you, I overheard him. He was so … alive. You know how it was with the alcohol and the drugs, he was just dead inside. And you brought him out of that horror. Without you, I don’t think there’d be much too that guy.” She said quietly. “We’ve both been in the Way family long enough to know that it isn’t always easy for both Gee and Mikes.”
In the very pit of her stomach, Meredith knew that Alicia was right. Eventually, she would have to tell Gerard. She would have to tell everyone.
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Gerard felt awkward as he, the guys, and Sammi and Everett followed the hostess to their large corner booth in the crowded Chuck E. Cheese. What was he thinking? Why did he bring the guys along? They all looked so out of place in the children’s place. Sure, there were adults. But the adults were mothers and nannies and fathers and aunts and uncles. Usually only one or two per table. Not four.
Well, three and one hobbit if you wanted to be blunt with Frank.
Do it for the kids, he reminded himself. He glanced down at his hands, Sammi and Everett’s tiny hands curled around a few white fingers. He smiled, realizing that in a few years, he and Meredith would be taking their twins to places like these, spending quality family time together.
Hell, maybe even Mikey and Leesh with a kid of their own. Maybe Ray and Christa, too.
And like he said before, Frank was a hobbit. He looked like big kid in the Chuck E. Cheese.
The hostess set down extra placemats. She was probably in her teens. Maybe she listened to their band, but perhaps decided never to listen to them again after seeing them with two kids at a Chuck E. Cheese. She didn’t make eye contact but said a quick, “Your pizzas will be out soon.” And hurried off.
“Unka Gee can we go play now!” Sammi asked, her eyes alit as she looked at the tunnels and ball pits and little rides.
“Yeah sure.” Gerard smiled. But after he looked at the tunnels, he doubted he could fit into them. “Hey, go with Uncle Mikey and Frankie first.” He said cheerfully, scooting them towards his rail of a brother and the hobbit. “Play nice.” He growled, looking directly at Frank who was looking at the ball pit mischievously.
“Who, me?” Frank gasped innocently, taking Sammi and Everett’s hands and being dragged to the jungle gym. “I’ll be cool, don’t worry.” He grinned.
Gerard sighed and sat down at the booth with Ray, watching the kids silently. Mikey held Everett up at arm level and let him climb up the netted ladder and Frank and Sammi dive into the ball pit, where two little boys were happily playing.
“I don’t think Frank should have kids.” Ray said simply, taking a sip of his Coke.
“Yeah, that’d be pretty weird. The kid would be more mature than him.” Gerard laughed, watching Mikey stretch his long limbs to climb through the narrow tunnels after Everett.
“Aren’t you too big to be in Chuck E.’s, mister!”
Gerard and Ray turned to look at the mouth of the ball pit to find a seven-year-old arguing with Frank. Sammi looked so cute, buried up to her waist in the balls and an angry look on her face. “Oh jeez, don’t tell me he’s fighting with a kid.” Ray laughed.
“Aren’t you too small to be at Chuck E. Cheese’s? What are you, four?” Frankie sneered.
The kid, dressed in a pair of sweatpants a t-shirt and a backwards Phillies cap, crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes. “She’s younger than me, dummy. She’s like a baby!”
“Hey, I am not a baby!” Sammi squealed, pouting and crossing her thin, tiny arms.
“Yeah, she’s not a baby!” Frank shouted back.
“Yeah huh.”
“No.”
“Yeah.”
“No.”
“Yeah.”
“Excuse me, is there something wrong here? This is my son you’re arguing with.” A red-haired overweight woman in a bad purple sweat suit marched up to the ball pit with her arms folded and her expression sour.
“Yeah, your son’s making fun of my little niece here.” Frank retorted, standing up in the ball pit.
“Yeah, he called me a baby!” Sammi piped up.
The woman gave Sammi an odd look at then looked back at Frank. “Sir, you’re harassing my son. I could report you for this. Why don’t you and your niece leave to another ball pit, perhaps?” She said haughtily.
Frank laughed. “Hey, I’m just having a good time with my little Sammi here. He’s the one who started crap.”
Gerard sighed and jumped up, hurrying over. “Sorry, ma’am.” He helped Frank out and picked Sammi up, carrying her on his hip. “Frank, really? Go sit at the table and eat the pizza, it just arrived. I’m getting Everett and Mikey and then we’re leaving, dude.” He laughed.
“Unka Gee, I is not a baby.” Sammi said confidently, holding her head up high.
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A/N: Short, I know :[ But I hope it's funny for you guys! Now that Frankie's got twin girls, I keep on imagining him in little kid places making a mess xD Read and review please!
“What were you thinking color wise for the wedding?” Alicia asked Meredith as their hostess sat them in a private booth that faced the Atlantic Ocean. She pulled out a two-inch binder filled with loose leaf paper, magazines, and fabric clippings.
Meredith took a sip from the water glass and shrugged. “I asked Gee, but he says he doesn’t really care. He wants me to take care of the whole wedding. He’d like to get married in Vegas, but I want something more traditional.” She explained.
“Yeah, I know what you mean.” Alicia took out a pen and began scribbling done ideas on the paper. “Have you looked at any gowns?”
Making a face, Meredith shrugged. “Not since Paris when he proposed. You know, when we went to the little boutiques and everything. It all depends on where I’m at weight wise to buy a dress after the babies are born.” She sighed, laying a hand on her stomach.
Alicia nodded. “What about yellow? That would look pretty. Wouldn’t clash with your hair too much, brings out the amber in your baby blues …”
“Yeah, that could work. As long as Gerard’s hair isn’t red for the wedding.” She joked.
“Ronald McDonald; out.” Her friend grinned.
After they placed their orders, Meredith leaned in close to Alicia. “Leesh, I still don’t know what to do about Bob.” She whispered.
“Yeah, I was thinking about that too.” Alicia grimaced. “I know it’ll kill Gerard, but … eventually you’ll have to tell him. Even if the babies do have darker hair and look like Gee, you can’t just risk the chance of them actually being Gee’s. You mom and dad both had darker hair.” She pointed out.
Sighing, Meredith looked down at her bloated stomach. “I know. But … when I tell him, maybe there won’t be a wedding.” She winced.
Alicia put her hand on Meredith’s. “Mare, don’t. Gerard loves you so flipping much. When he asked Mikey how to propose to you, I overheard him. He was so … alive. You know how it was with the alcohol and the drugs, he was just dead inside. And you brought him out of that horror. Without you, I don’t think there’d be much too that guy.” She said quietly. “We’ve both been in the Way family long enough to know that it isn’t always easy for both Gee and Mikes.”
In the very pit of her stomach, Meredith knew that Alicia was right. Eventually, she would have to tell Gerard. She would have to tell everyone.
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Gerard felt awkward as he, the guys, and Sammi and Everett followed the hostess to their large corner booth in the crowded Chuck E. Cheese. What was he thinking? Why did he bring the guys along? They all looked so out of place in the children’s place. Sure, there were adults. But the adults were mothers and nannies and fathers and aunts and uncles. Usually only one or two per table. Not four.
Well, three and one hobbit if you wanted to be blunt with Frank.
Do it for the kids, he reminded himself. He glanced down at his hands, Sammi and Everett’s tiny hands curled around a few white fingers. He smiled, realizing that in a few years, he and Meredith would be taking their twins to places like these, spending quality family time together.
Hell, maybe even Mikey and Leesh with a kid of their own. Maybe Ray and Christa, too.
And like he said before, Frank was a hobbit. He looked like big kid in the Chuck E. Cheese.
The hostess set down extra placemats. She was probably in her teens. Maybe she listened to their band, but perhaps decided never to listen to them again after seeing them with two kids at a Chuck E. Cheese. She didn’t make eye contact but said a quick, “Your pizzas will be out soon.” And hurried off.
“Unka Gee can we go play now!” Sammi asked, her eyes alit as she looked at the tunnels and ball pits and little rides.
“Yeah sure.” Gerard smiled. But after he looked at the tunnels, he doubted he could fit into them. “Hey, go with Uncle Mikey and Frankie first.” He said cheerfully, scooting them towards his rail of a brother and the hobbit. “Play nice.” He growled, looking directly at Frank who was looking at the ball pit mischievously.
“Who, me?” Frank gasped innocently, taking Sammi and Everett’s hands and being dragged to the jungle gym. “I’ll be cool, don’t worry.” He grinned.
Gerard sighed and sat down at the booth with Ray, watching the kids silently. Mikey held Everett up at arm level and let him climb up the netted ladder and Frank and Sammi dive into the ball pit, where two little boys were happily playing.
“I don’t think Frank should have kids.” Ray said simply, taking a sip of his Coke.
“Yeah, that’d be pretty weird. The kid would be more mature than him.” Gerard laughed, watching Mikey stretch his long limbs to climb through the narrow tunnels after Everett.
“Aren’t you too big to be in Chuck E.’s, mister!”
Gerard and Ray turned to look at the mouth of the ball pit to find a seven-year-old arguing with Frank. Sammi looked so cute, buried up to her waist in the balls and an angry look on her face. “Oh jeez, don’t tell me he’s fighting with a kid.” Ray laughed.
“Aren’t you too small to be at Chuck E. Cheese’s? What are you, four?” Frankie sneered.
The kid, dressed in a pair of sweatpants a t-shirt and a backwards Phillies cap, crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes. “She’s younger than me, dummy. She’s like a baby!”
“Hey, I am not a baby!” Sammi squealed, pouting and crossing her thin, tiny arms.
“Yeah, she’s not a baby!” Frank shouted back.
“Yeah huh.”
“No.”
“Yeah.”
“No.”
“Yeah.”
“Excuse me, is there something wrong here? This is my son you’re arguing with.” A red-haired overweight woman in a bad purple sweat suit marched up to the ball pit with her arms folded and her expression sour.
“Yeah, your son’s making fun of my little niece here.” Frank retorted, standing up in the ball pit.
“Yeah, he called me a baby!” Sammi piped up.
The woman gave Sammi an odd look at then looked back at Frank. “Sir, you’re harassing my son. I could report you for this. Why don’t you and your niece leave to another ball pit, perhaps?” She said haughtily.
Frank laughed. “Hey, I’m just having a good time with my little Sammi here. He’s the one who started crap.”
Gerard sighed and jumped up, hurrying over. “Sorry, ma’am.” He helped Frank out and picked Sammi up, carrying her on his hip. “Frank, really? Go sit at the table and eat the pizza, it just arrived. I’m getting Everett and Mikey and then we’re leaving, dude.” He laughed.
“Unka Gee, I is not a baby.” Sammi said confidently, holding her head up high.
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A/N: Short, I know :[ But I hope it's funny for you guys! Now that Frankie's got twin girls, I keep on imagining him in little kid places making a mess xD Read and review please!
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