Fan Fiction

12:34 pm

2-26-2007

Everybody Loves Raymond

The Worst Can Happen To The Best

Second Part

Author's Note: I noticed Samantha never wrote a second part so I'm writing it. I'm writing it to see if I can write serious ELR fan fiction so here it is. The first paragraph is from the original work. I'm posting here so people know where it left off.

The Worst Can Happen To The Best

Ray and Debra heard the sound of feet above them and knew the kids were on their way down to find out what was for dinner. Ray let go of Debra and they tried to compose themselves for their children. Wiping her eyes, Debra pulled at the bottom of her shirt and brushed her hair out of her eyes. Ray also tugged at his shirt and wiped his eyes. They didn't know how they were going to tell the kids, never mind the rest of their family. But this could not stay a secret any longer. Debra knew, the more people she told the more support she would get. And she needed all the support the world could give.

Chapter 2

"Hey what's for dinner?" Ally, Michael, Jeffrey asked as they ran into the kitchen to see their parents Ray and Debra remove themselves from what looked like a very emotional embrace. "Uh Lemon chicken with rice" Ray answered so Debra could have more time to compose herself. Ray brought it out along with plates and utensils and they sat down to eat.

Ally studied her parents faces knowing something was wrong but not knowing what. She doubted her brothers realized anything was out of the ordinary with their parents after they were only 9, and she was 12. Ray and Debra, she noticed looked at one another, seemed to be memorizing the other's features for whatever reason she didnt know, but they didnt look at them. "Michael Raymond, dont play with your food" Debra admonished. "Yes Mom" Michael said quietly.

"Mom. Daddy can I be excused?" Ally asked, not being able to handle the situation or what ever it was anymore. "Sure go ahead" Ray said, wondering what was going on. She only called him Daddy when she wanted something. His sons still called him Daddy, particular Jeffrey. Ray looked at his wife but she was pratically done. "Ray I'm going upstairs come up when your done" Debra said, as she got up and dumped her dishes in the sink. He nodded, as she by him. She paused and glanced at him trying to memorize his profile, his mannierisms, and his love. "Are you done boys?" Ray asked. Both nodded solumly. He carried their plates to the sink and placed them in.

Michael and Jeffrey got up and went upstairs to do their homework. Ray joined his wife and they walked together through the living room and toward the stairs. "I think Ally knows something is up" Ray whispered. Debra looked him worried. Their only daughter was very perspective. What if she asked them and since they wernt ready to tell their family, let alone the children what would they tell her. "Ray what if she asks?" Debra asked. "She wont" he assured. They walked into their bedroom and immiadiately sat together on the bed. As Debra broke down in tears, she felt her husband's arms go around her protectively. "Ssh. It's okay. It's okay. I love you" he whispered over and over in her ear softly until her sobs subsided.

The first time I looked in your eyes I knew
That I would do anything for you
The first time you touched my face I felt
What I've never felt with anyone else
I wanna give back what you've givin' to me
And I wanna witness all of your dreams
Now that you've shown me who I really am
I wanna be more then just your man

Ray had always had a good voice. He had sung in the church choir in sunday school, and he played the panio as a child and later in the high school band. And he knew she loved Keith Urban. She continued to cry softly as her husband sang softly to her, the lyrics to "Your Everything." That was her favorite Keith Urban song.

I wanna be the wind that fills your sails
And be the hand that lifts your veil
Be the moon that moves your tide
The sun coming up in your eyes
Be the wheel that never rusts
And be the spark that lights you up
All that you've been dreaming of and more
So much more, I wanna be your everything...

They were laying entwined on the bed now. Her face was buried into his neck but he didnt seem to mind. "Ray!" a voice shouted. Ray had locked the door after they had come up there, and he knew the kids would tell them they had gone out. So he continued to sing for her. He used to do every night when she was pregnant with, first Ally, then the twins.

When you wake up, I'll be the first thing you see
And when it gets dark you can reach out to me
I'll cherish your words and I'll finish your thoughts
And I'll be your compass baby, when you get lost

I wanna be the wind that fills your sails
And be the hand that lifts your veil
Be the moon that moves your tide
The sun coming up in your eyes
Be the wheel that never rusts
Be the spark that lights you up
All that you've been dreaming of and more
So much more, I wanna be your everything...

"Ray" he could hear his parents yelling for him but he didnt really care. Debra was more important right now, besides they just probably wanted to nag him or Debra about something, or make some crude or insensitive comment. Debra didnt need that right now. She was still crying, but not as hard. She had once told him, that after he come back from rocking Michael to sleep, he had a soathing voice. he just hoped it was working now. He loved her to much to let her think anything else.

I'll be the wheel that never rusts
And be the spark that lights you up
All that you've been dreaming of and more
So much more, I wanna be your everything...
I wanna be your everything

I wanna be your everything
I wanna be your everything

Ray looked down at Debra. She was sleeping. He knew she needed it so he was going to stay home tomorrow and help with the kids. He leaned down and kissed her softly on the forehad before pulling the comforter over her sleeping form. "I love you" he whispered, softly. He walked out of their bedroom and closed the door softly, then walked downstairs to see the hurricane that was his parents. "Hello Raymond" Maire said. "Where's Debra?" she asked, sweetly. "Upstairs" Ray said, as he walked into the kitchen and pulled a ginger ale from the refrigerator. "Why?" he asked, becoming annoyed with her. God, he wished she would stop bagging on Debra all the time. He wished his mother would respect her more, treat her how she treated Amy. He cleared his head and listened to his mother prantle on about whatever it was. "Why is she upstairs, Raymie?" she asked. He hated that nickname. It was sickening. "She's sleeping. dont go up there" he said, his tone quiet. "Why?" Maire asked, as always being the nosy mother she always was. He had no idea how he and Robert grew up with her, at least their father Frank didnt smother them. His poor brother didnt get married until he was in his mid or late-thirties. He and Amy, Deb's best friend didnt yet have children. Ray and Deb both knew how much they wanted them except they thought something might be wrong with Robert.

He cleared his head. He had forgotten that his mother was there and but not anywhere in the room. His face paled, as he heard foosteps above him. Oh god. She was looking for Debra. He hurried up there. "Ma" he said. Marie jumped as she was about to try the door of his and Debra's bedroom. He had locked it when they gone in there and then after he left her sleeping. "Yes Raymie" Marie answered. "What the hell are you doing?" he asked, angrily. "I needed to see Debra" Marie explained, knowing something was off with her son. There had to be a reason why Debra was sleeping. She could be pregnant. No that wasnt it, besides she didnt look like she added weight on. She could have the flu but it was in the middle of June. "Why?" Ray asked. "She has my wooden spoon. The one I let her borrow for the pasta a few weeks back" Marie said. Ray's face turned red, and then a dark shade of purple.

"Ma. Leave now, please. I'll get the spoon and bring it over" his voice dangerously low. "Yes Dear" Marie said, perplexed and actually frightened. Something was wrong with her son, and with Debra. After she had gone, Ray began to cool down. He was going to go into their bedroom when suddenly he heard someone crying quietly behind him. He turned around and to his horror saw his son Jeffrey standing there. "Jeffrey" he said, softly, his voice strained with shame. The boy's eyes widen in fear. Ray felt guilt stab his heart, ripping it out of his chest. He never wanted any of his children to be afraid of him, like his father had been of Granpa Joe. He didnt want that, but now here in front of him, his son was cowering next to the wall near the bathroom. Ray took a careful step toward Jeffrey, and then another unitl he was close enough to touch him. Jeffrey whimpered and turned to run but Ray grabbed and held him tightly to him.

Jeffrey's whimpering turned to crying in his father's arms. Ray always thought that strange and kind of subconcious a bit when children would get hurt and start crying but not hard or nothing only when they were held in their parents arms did they continue to cry loudly. He later came to understand and continued to understand that children continued to cry even in their parents arms as a result for assurance and to be comforted. He continue to hold Jeffrey in his arms. The boy was shaking. "I'm sorry" he whispered over and over. Jeffrey's heart was being fast, so fast that Ray could feel it against his chest. "I'm not mad at you or your mother or Ally or Michael. I was angry at Grandma" he whispered softly into Jeffrey's ear. He rocked him back and forth. He kissed Jeffrey's head, and the boy laid his head against his chest. Without warning, Ray felt a few tears slide down his face and into Jeffrey's hair. Jeffrey stopped crying after a while and fell asleep, his head against Ray's chest. Ray wiped his face and carried the boy into the twins' bedroom to put him to bed.

the rest of the story I'm going have to put into chapter three since it's to long sorry