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"Chan, please, I'm sorry I let her come over." He pleaded with her.
"This is unbelievable. How could you think I would ever be okay with this? I hate her!" she shouted.
"I know, I know. She's just so desperate now. She misses him so much." He said.
"I bet. Is that what she said to you eight years ago, when she 'convinced' you to have sex with her?" she shouted back.
"I KNEW you would bring that up. You said it was fine, but you're not really over it." George said to her.
"Of course, I'm not over it George. First, you lied to me. What eight years and you never had time to mention that you cheated on me? And second, you're still lying to me because you're trying to tell me that you didn't want to have sex with her-I know you did!" Chandler shouted back.
"I didn't cheat on you! We weren't together." George retorts.
"Oh really? Not together? Is that why you gave me hell for leaving when I came back? I had to beg you to forgive me. And don't think you're just getting out of the second part, you always had a crush on her. You wanted to have sex with her." She yelled to him.
"Okay, okay. I wanted to have sex with her, but I was in a fragile emotional state. I can't be blamed for my actions. My twin brother just died. We were mourning."
"Oh, Mourning Sex? That's a good one, George. I'm sure Fred's rolling over in his grave right now." She snapped back at him.
"Come on! I'm really trying to fix things here." George said.
"Fine, It's whatever. I don't even care. I'm over it." She retorted. It was obvious by her tearstained cheeks and falter in her voice that she was -not- over it.
"It was so many years ago. We weren't even together then. I had no idea where you even were." George said.
"Totally understandable. Rather than look for me, you channeled your energy into banging Angelina." Chandler replied, but George cut her short.
"Just stop crying! Please." He half yelled/half begged.
"Well, I am sorry that I can't just suppress my emotions like you. Keeping everything bottled up until you explode and take it out on me and the kids! I'm sorry that I like to talk about these things when I'm upset rather than push them to the side and ignore them, so that they can bother me while I sleep and haunt me for the rest of my life!" she shouted.
"You call this not exploding? You've been keeping all this from me since I told you about Angelina last week." He retorted.
"Yes! I tried very hard to understand. I thought better late than never, eight years late to be exact. I tried to be calm and understanding. But this is the last straw. It's like you can't stop pissing me off. Through all these years, I've born your children, supported you, been the ideal woman for you. And this is what I get!" she shouted louder.
"Typical! Let's just blame everything on me. You're perfect and I ruin everything." he yelled back, even louder.
"Don't be like this." she warned.
"No, no, you're right. It's my fault. I'm the bad guy. I can't do anything right. This is all my fault." He mocked. She had finally stopped crying, she was too angry at him to say anything. She shook her head at him silently.
"Speechless? Well, good, I'll just keep going then. It's my fault I slept with Angelina. It's my fault I never looked for you when you left. It's my fault our neighbors don't like us very much. It's my fault you can't have all the things you want. It's my fault we have kids at all. Let's just go ahead and say that I ruined our whole marriage." He shouted. By this time, Chandler was exhausted. She couldn't go on, she couldn't fight back. She looked into his eyes for one second before she had to look away. She held back her tears for as long as she possibly could. She bit her lip and shook her head slightly.
"Seven years ago you gave me this ring. No wedding, no marriage. Just seven years, four kids, and this ring. The day you gave it to me, I knew the diamond was fake- and I didn't say anything because I loved you and I didn't want to hurt your feelings. And it didn't matter to me. All I wanted was you." she said and looked down at the ring and held it in her hand.
"We're not married." She said, and set her engagement ring on the table before she walked silently out of the house.
Now that she was alone, she finally felt like she could hear herself think. Chandler was a stay at home mother of four children under the age of 6, and she spent a lot of time inside that house. And being trapped there now, in the middle of the biggest fight she and George had ever had, just felt like torture. It was late at night, probably around 2 AM, and it probably wasn't the best idea for her to be walking the streets alone. But she had her wand, she could take care of herself. She didn't need any man, or anyone to protect her. Her finger felt empty without George's ring. He proposed to her seven years ago, but it seemed like forever. After the battle and Fred's death, she knew she couldn't just stay here. So she left, she spent 18 months traveling Europe, visiting different wizarding communities. In her absence, George and Angelina found consolation of their loss in each other. They were together on-again off-again while Chandler was gone.
They were fighting because Angelina Johnson had made an unexpected reappearance to their family. Chandler stopped walking, and realized she had nearly walked all the way out of town. She turned around and started walking back home. She knew she couldn't stay out long, the kids would be waking up in the morning and George didn't know how to get them ready. He went to work early everyday and she stayed home to take care of the kids. George loved his family, he just never did much of the dirty work. Chandler thought about how this whole fight got started...
=-=-=Earlier That Evening=-=-=
"George, I don't care what she has to say. It really doesn't matter to me." Chandler said as she worked on cleaning the dishes.
"Chan, sweetie please. She's desperate. She's been begging me to let her come talk to us." George tried to explain, taking the dish and drying it.
"I'm sorry. I just don't care for her very much. I just found out you had sex with her, which I'm still trying to deal with. And now she's going to try to ask me for a favor? That just doesn't seem right." She said.
"Chan, she needs us." He said to her. Silence. "Look, I told her she could come after midnight tonight, so the kids will be asleep. They'll never even know she's been here. It'll be fine." George said.
"Fine. I'll listen to her." Chandler said, finishing the dishes. George leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.
"I love you." He said.
"I know." She replied. "I love you, too." She added. Just then they heard a knock at the door.
"I'm putting a silencing charm on the kids' doors. And I'm going to lock them, too." I said, walking down the hallway to charm their doors.
"I'll get the door." George said. When Chandler came back from the hallway, Angelina was sitting on the couch and George was sitting in the chair next to her. Chandler realized they expected her to sit on the couch with Angelina. She sighed.
"Angelina. Can I get you something to drink? Coffee, Tea, Water?" Chandler asked.
"A cup of tea would be nice." Angelina answered politely.
"I'll start the water." Chandler said, walking to the kitchen. She easily could've started the water by magic, but she wasn't in any hurry to talk with Angelina. Whatever she had to say, it probably wasn't good.
"So, Angelina what is this all about?" Chandler asked her.
"Well, maybe you should sit down first..." Angelina started. Chandler walked back over to the couch and she finished the tea with a flick of her wand, the tray gently floated over to the sit on the coffee table. Each took their own cup of tea.
"I don't know how much George has told you about why I'm here." She started.
"Not much." Chandler answered.
"Oh, okay. Well, I'm sure you know that since Fred's death, I really have been the same. I really loved him, you know? I miss him so much. His death left such a hole in my life. I haven't been able to find anything to replace him." Angelina explained. Chandler looked over to George, who was simply listening quietly.
"Yes, we all miss Fred very much, Angelina. What's your point?" Chandler snapped, she really didn't have time to feel bad for Angelina.
"Well, I realized that I've reached a point in my life where I'm ready to be a mother." Angelina said and then she paused, expecting Chandler to understand. George looked at her expectantly.
"You want- to babysit my children?" Chandler asked, confused.
"No. I want to have a child with George." Angelina said.
"WHAT?" Chandler asked. She laughed, but then looked at George, who was still looking very seriously at her. Chandler shook her head and chuckled again. And Angelina looked to George to try to help her explain.
"You're kidding. Right?" Chandler asked.
"She's being serious, Chandler. Just listen for a second." George said. Realization hit Chandler and wiped the smile off her face. She couldn't say anything.
"I loved Fred. And I realized if I couldn't have him, and I couldn't have George... I wanted a family. Fred and I used to talk about being married and having kids, and George is just the closest thing to my Fred."
"I-I-I can't believe you're asking this. George, you knew this was what she was going to ask me?" Chandler asked.
"It's not what you think Chandler. Just let her finish explaining." George said.
"Somebody better start explaining." Chandler shouted.
"There's a muggle procedure called artificial insemination. George would just donate his sperm and then I would use it. There's no sex involved." Angelina explained.
"It's not the sex that bothers me" Chandler said to her. "What bothers me is that you knew this is what she was going to ask for. And I can see it in your eyes, that you've already decided what you're going to do." She said to George. Angelina's head quickly turned to look at him.
"No, no. I know what I want to do, but we need to talk about it first. This is our decision." George said.
"No shit, we need to talk about this. Angelina, you're going to have to excuse us for a second." Chandler said.
"Yeah, sure. I just need to use the bathroom." She said.
"Down the hall, second door on the left." George said. As soon as Angelina was in the bathroom, Chandler put on a silencing charm on the door, and exploded.
"Fuck, George! I can't believe this." She shouted.
"Calm down, Chan. We can just talk about this." George said.
"Tell me one thing, George- Is she fucking pregnant? Right now?" Chandler asked.
"No!" George shouted. "No, no! I promise. She isn't."
Chandler took a deep breath to calm down. Her brain was running at 1000 mph, she could barely catch her breath. She sighed quietly.
"You want to do this." Chandler said to George, half telling and half asking.
"Well, I think she needs this. And I'm willing to do it, for her. But this is our decision, and we'll decide together." George said.
"This is what I think, George. Let's say we let Angelina have your kid or kids or whatever. I know you, George, and you're not going to let them be Angelina's kids. You're going to be their father. Where does that put us? Will you alternate weeks of being dad? Do we have to share weekends and holidays? You're not going to be able to let her be single mother of your children. So then where does that leave me? Stepmother of yours and Angelina's children? I don't want that. Angelina knows I hate her, I don't want to be anything to her kids. And what about our kids? Will they be cousins, stepfamily, half-family? Does Angelina become Aunt Angelina? Will my kids call Angelina mom? Fuck no, they won't. Not even, over my dead body." Chandler shouted. By this time Angelina had come back into the living room and was standing behind them. George saw her first.
"Ang, she didn't mean that." George said to her.
"I did mean that. And I'll say it again if I have to. I meant it." Chandler replied.
"It's okay. I understand. I just had to ask." Angelina said. She picked up her bag and walked towards the door. For a moment, Chandler felt a pang of her sadness.
"Wait." She sighed. "Listen Angelina, I'm not saying no, and I'm not saying yes. I just- We just need to think about this first. We need like, a week, or more, to just think about this." Chandler said. Angelina turned back around to look Chandler in the eyes.
"Thank you." Angelina said.
"And, I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings. But that is how I feel. I meant it." Chandler said. Angelina nodded and walked out the door. They heard a small pop, and she was gone. In seconds, Chandler was collapsed and sobbing on the couch.
A/N: Okie doke! Just to clarify: At the beginning of this chapter, they're fighting because Angelina just left. In other words, the end of this chapter picks up where the chapter started, so the next chapter will start after Chandler walks out..
So, chronologically, Angelina comes over, asks to have George's baby, Chandler's mad and she cries and then she fights with George, and then she walks out, and then it's the next chapter.
Does that make sense?