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YOOO, Hi guys, It's me, Schweetz. So uhm, I havented Updated my other stores in awhile, and I'm kinda putting them on hold. I kinda...uhm never finish anything, so there's that. Uhm...Welcome to this new thing I wrote! It's for Despicable Me/Despicable Me 2.. You probably read the synopsis, so I'll let you get to it. Just so you know, there are some OCs in this. also Grucy, but that's what we all want, so.
Ok, Enjoy!
"Girls! Breakfast!" Gru called upstairs. He had a frying pan in one hand, and a carton of juice in the other. He slid the juice onto the table and flipped the pancake that bubbled in the pan skillfully. The pounding of small feet upstairs sounded, right on schedule. He loved being up early so he could make the girls' breakfast. The first one down was, naturally his wife, Lucy. She practically slid down the stairs, skidding into the kitchen with a cry of "I smell Pancakes!" She was followed closely by the middle child, Edith, her pink hat askew as she slid on bare feet into her adoptive mother. Little Agnes appeared quickly too, falling into Lucy and Edith. Finally, as the three untangled themselves, laughing while they did so, Margo, the eldest appeared, casually walking past them, cell phone in hand. She slid into her seat at the table, pouring herself a glass of juice.
"Good morning!" Gru said as he leaned over to kiss his wife and usher the girls to the table. The girls, minus Margo chorused back, "Good morning!"
"I'm hoping your sleep was filled with pleasant dreams." He said cheerfully, sliding plates in front of the girls.
"Ooh, Dad! I had a REALLY good one!" Squealed Agnes, leaning onto the table. "I was princess, and Edith and Margo were princes, and Lucy was the queen and you-" She paused, giggling.
"What?" He asked, narrowing his eyes playfully at her.
"You were my horse!" She cried happily, laughing and pounding her tiny fist on the table. Gru rolled his eyes, and tossed a pancake in her direction. It landed neatly on her plate with a gentle 'thwap'.
"Why am I always the horse?" He grumbled as he passed out pancakes. Lucy turned him from the table and pinched his cheek.
"Because you're majestic, graceful, and handsome." She said, her voice oozing charm as she kissed his forehead. Edith stuck out her tongue and made a gagging noise. Margo didn't look up from her cell phone, but she did take up a fork and dove into her pancakes. Gru however was pleased, and he let Lucy sit down before placing her plate before her. He set his own at his place at the table sate own down.
"Dad." Edith started, between mouthfuls of pancakes, "I wanted to remind you that after dance today, I have karate lessons at noon, judo lessons at two thirty and tae kwon do lessons at-"
"Four O' clock." Said her father. "I know, I know."
"Just checking." She said thickly, her mouth full of pancake, digging back into her food.
"Margo?" Gru leaned forward, looking at his daughter. "Do you need to have your phone this early? Who are you texting?" Margo looked up, a look of annoyance crossing her face. she tucked her phone into her pajama pocket, but said nothing. "Margo." Gru repeated, slightly stern. "What is so important that you can't wait until after breakfast?" She looked up from her food.
"I was just texting my friend Mike." Her father's eyes instantly narrowed. Margo quickly realized her mistake and backtracked. "I mean, my friend, uhm, Michelle! Yeah, she has a twin named Mike but, uhm, I get them mixed up sometimes." She managed a grin. Gru stared at her for a minuted, but decided it was too early for an argument. He continued eating.
Agnes chatted to Lucy about her dream and about her father eating hay when a stout yellow figure appeared, holding a newspaper and a stack of mail.
"Maaaaiiilllii" He called.
"Oh, Jerry." He leaned over to the little creature. "You brought the mail. Thank you." The Minion cheerfully tossed the mail onto the table, knocking over Gru's juice glass. Its wide eyes constricted as he glanced to his boss. He then darted away, babbling in the jibberish the Minions spoke in. Gru had quickly tipped the glass right side up, but not before half of it's contents spilled onto the table. Lucy had reached for the mail, and Edith dove for the paper. Both pulled away their targets, completely juice free. Agnes clapped.
"Wow!"
Lucy glanced at Edith. "You're getting fast, E'." She said slyly. Edith grinned proudly, handing her father the paper while Margo went to get a paper towel to clean the mess. Lucy began examining the mail.
"What's this?" She asked him, handing him and official looking envelope. He perred t it suspiciously.
"Oh, jeez." He groaned, turning it over in his hands. "It's from Miss Hattie's."
The three girls squeaked in united fear. Lucy stared at them, her head cocking to one side.
"What? Who's that?"
"Miss Hattie is the woman I adopted the girls from." He said, his voice gravely as he gingerly opened the envelope. "I havent heard from her in a long time, not since I adopted them."
He was getting scared. What if she thought he was unfit to raise them, what if she was going to take them away? He pulled the letter out by one corner, as if holding it would burn him.
"What does it say, daddy?" Asked Agnes, grabbing Edith's hand. Margo slid back into her seat, taking Agnes' free hand in hers.
"Yeah, what does she want?" She asked.
He eyed the paper. He set it down on the table, the look of fear in his eyes had turned to general puzzlement. He slid it to Lucy.
"It's for you, actually." He uttered, scratching his head. Lucy's green eyes widened as she took up the sheet of paper. She read it aloud,
"Dear Mrs. Gru," she began. She smiled in spite of the seriousness of the sitatuion. She still liked the sound of "Mrs. Gru". "My name is Loretta Jane Hattie. I'm the owner of "Miss Hattie's Home for Girls". I'm writing to ask you to come down to my office on the sixth of August for an appointment to sign the girls' adoption papers. You must first, of course conduct an interview with me, so I can go over your qualifications. If I find you unfit for the girls, I may have to remove them from you and your husband's care. I'm expecting you at four on the sixth. Bring the girls. Also, Mr. Gru is overdue for a progress review. Be sure he is along also. I'll see you then.
-L.J Hattie"
She looked up at her family. "Well, that doesn't seem like such a big deal, does it?" She said stiffly. The girls were staring wide eyed at her, and Gru's look of worry had returned. "Oh, kids…" She said softly, standing from the table. The girls instantly crowded around her hugging her tight around her legs. "It'll be alright, don't worry." Agnes looked up at her, her wide brown eyes were already showing signs of tears.
"But she's so mean!" Agnes cried, "She'll hate you no matter what!" She began to sob into Lucy's nightgown. Lucy pulled her into her arms and picked her up.
"Hey, Princess…" She cooed softly, brushing Agnes' black hair behind her ear. "It'll be ok." She kissed her nose. "I promise I won't let her take you away."
"Pinky promise?" Agnes croaked. Lucy nodded, extending a pinky to her.
"Pinky promise." She set her down, turning to her husband, who instantly grabbed her, pulling her into a tight hug. She hugged him back, but pulled out of it quickly. "You're not scared, are you?" She asked tentatively. He touched her face and shook his head. "No. No matter how evil that woman is, she could never hate you. He kissed her softly, causing Edith to gag again. "Besides, the sixth is a week away, we can worry about it then, right?" He said optimistically. The girls all nodded, the smiles returning to their faces. They settled back down in their seats. Gru let Lucy pass him on the way to her seat, and he softly touched her shoulder as she passed. She looked at him tenderly as she picked the mail up again. She glanced down to look at it briefly when her eyes popped wide open.
"Ohh, Gru look, It's a letter from my sister in Guam!" She squealed, tearing open the envelope, happy for a segue from the previous drama. she pulled out the letter's contents and unfolded them. Her jaw went slack, her mouth hanging open. "Oh. My. Gosh." She exclaimed, standing. "My sister is...Is…"
The entire family leaned in expectantly, Lucy got up from the table, pacing about the room.
"Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh." She kept repeating to herself.
"Lucy, what is it?" Said Gru nervously, rising to join her. She was staring down at the letter, which he now noted was a folded greeting card. He peered over her shoulder to see it. She instantly clasped it to her chest. Gru jumped back. "What?" He yelped, exasperated. Lucy looked nervous, her cheeks flushed and her mouth contorted into a nervous grin.
"What? Oh, nothing!" She exclaimed, far too loudly. "It's nothing! My sister is just...just.." She stared down at the card. "She's having a baby."
Agnes screeched wildly, leaping up in excitement.
"I'm gonna be a cousin!" She squealed, dancing around the room. Gru smiled at her. She was always excited to add to the family. When they had purchased Margo's cat at Christmas, Agnes could hardly keep the surprise gift contained, and when Lucy had told them that she had three sisters, she talked about "her aunties" for a week. He was laughing, until he saw Lucy. She looked pale and sad, as she stared down at the card. He stepped over to her and gently touched her arm.
"Are you alright?" He mumbled softly so only she could here. She jumped.
"What? No! I'm fine!" She cried, faking a smile as she tucked the card back into the envelope. "I'm just...Really excited!" She managed, glancing away from her husband's gray eyes.
"Lucy, what's the matter? Talk to me…" He said, putting his hands on her shoulders. She bit her lip. She shook her head angrily and pushed him away, storming off up the stairs. "Lucy!" He called after her. He charged after her up the stairs, leaving Agnes dancing about in the kitchen while the other sisters finished their breakfast.
"What's wrong with Lucy?" Edith whispered to Margo. The two had noticed their step-mother's outburst, whereas Agnes had not.
"I have no idea, but we better give them some space. Margo muttered. "Hey, Agnes, calm down and finish your pancakes. We have to get ready for dance class."
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