Chapter Two---Good news? Bad news?
**It’s time to tell the parents.**
***Author’s note: Because the series never went into too much detail about Wesley’s family other than his father, they aren’t a big part of this story. I just didn’t want you to think I forgot about his parents.***
A week later, Fred’s folks arrive in L.A. to visit their daughter . Obviously, Fred left out the reason for her request for a visit. She told them that she missed them and wanted to see them. This was the truth but now the whole truth. Fred asked them to come to the hotel because she didn’t want them to know that she was living with Wesley now. Angel promised he’d keep the rest of the gang scarce while they broke the news.
It was 7:33 and Fred had begun nervously tapping her fingernails on the countertop. Wesley smiled an put his hand over hers. She continued to watch the door, but she held onto this hand and laced her fingers in his. She thought back three days to when she and Wesley got the nerve to tell his parents. “Indifferent” was he nicest word Fred could think of to describe the conversation. She knew better than to expect the same from her folks.
“Calm down, darling. From what I could tell from my encounter with your parents they adore you. How angry could they be?’
Before she could answer the hotel doors swung open and in walked the Burkles.
“Where’s our baby girl?” Mrs. Burkle called out.
“Mama! Daddy! I’m so glad to see y’all.”
Wesley notice that her accent got a little thicker when her fold were around. He found it amusing.
“You guys remember, Wesley, don’t ya?”
“Well, of course, baby. You write and call about him all the time,” Mr. Burkle said.
“It’s nice to see you again Mr. and Mrs. Burkle.”
“Oh, Wesley, honey. Why so formal? That’s Trish and Roger to you.”
“So where is everybody? Out fighting giant bugs or somethin’?”
“No, daddy, They’ll be back soon. Will y’all come in Wesley’s office. We’ve gotta talk.”
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The same look of frozen shock cam across both the Burkles’ faces, that he’d seen on his friends. Wesley found the expression comical the second time around. He had to stop himself from smiling.
“Roger. Trish. I know this is a huge--.”
“You’re pregnant!?”
“Um, yeah, daddy. That’s what I said.”
Roger stood up and began to pace. Every now and then eh stopped an looked at them as if to say something, but only continued to pace.
“Could y’all say somethin’ please. There’s only one of two things you can do: 1.) yell at me or 2.) congratulate me. Just say something. You’re drivin’ me crazy.”
All of a sudden, Roger was back on the conversation. “Are y’all gonna get married?”
“Yes.” “No.” Wes and Fred replied respectively.
Fred stood up. “Whether we get married or not is not the issue. I called y’all down her so I could tell you face to face that I was pregnant. Can you be happy for two seconds?”
“Are you kiddin’? Don’t mind your daddy, baby, we’re happy that’s our baby’s having a baby.”
“You just kinda cracked us over the head with this, sugar pie. I‘m happy for you. Just shocked is all.” He pulled her and Trish into a quick squeeze.
After the bomb dropped, Fred felt more relaxed. She caught up with her parents and filled them in on what she‘d been doing at Angel Inc. since they‘d left he to fulfill her destiny. Including her current living arrangements and the obvious turn her and Wesley’s relationship had taken. An hour’s worth of conversation went buy before the gang returned. Angel thought to bring a couple of bottles of champagne to mark the occasion. The celebration was cut short, however, when Roger and Trish reminded everyone of their long trip that day. Angel had insisted that the Burkles be put up in the hotel. It was, in fact, a hotel. They said their goodnights and followed Lorne up to the room that Fred had made up for them.
“Why don’t the rest of you guys stay? There’s enough clean sheets and beds to go around.” Angel said.
“That would be perfect actually. It’s gotten a little late and we all have our emergency change of clothes here. I’m to exhausted to drive home. So sleepover at Angel’s? Gunn, you in?”
“Cool, Just don’t try to paint my toes, “Gunn said with a yawn.
Angel left with Cordy and Gunn in search of rooms leaving Wesley and Fred alone on the couch. Once she was sure they were alone Fred at up and stared at Wesley. Wes was unable to read her expression.
“What?” he asked finally.
“Why did you tell my parents we were getting married?”
“I, uh, figured we would…eventually.”
“Why? Because I’m pregnant? I’ve never believed in two people getting married because of that. I want someone to marry me. Not my belly.”
“Fred, I love you. I always have. I always assumed we’d get married. Even before I knew about the baby.”
“Really?”
“I’ve thought about asking you, but I thought it was too soon and you’d freak out. I didn‘t want to risk scaring you off.”
“I probably would have. But you really wanna marry me?”
“Everyday for the rest of my life.”
“Can it wait until after the baby’s born? I want a real wedding. Not one that’s thrown together in a month with me waddling down the aisle.”
“You can have whatever you want, darling. Just at long as you have me, too.”
**There are more parts to this. Please review and tell me if you would like to read the rest.**
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