My thoughts on the girl's past
Disclaimer: I do not own Despicable Me, but maybe they'll make a second movie anyways!
Mrs. Lautner hung up the phone with a smile on her face and an inspiration for a new tattoo; it was a fabulous day and she wanted to dance and draw. She barely managed to punch in the numbers to hubby's cell.
"Hey there Hun, Did you get the answer yet?" She could hear meal scraping the ground as he prepared himself.
"Where are you?"
"In the yard," he said slowly, "moving that scrap truck from the driveway."
Mrs Lautner couldn't help the little dance she did around her kitchen, they had waited for this day for years. When she and her husband found out neither of them could conceive and even help was out of reach, they'd been heart broken. No one would possibly allow a tattoo artist and a scrap yard manager to adopt and neither of them had family willing to be a donor on both parts, as though it would make a difference if it were only her fault or his.
They had met this beautiful little girl. She was the little terror they wanted in their lives, throwing mud pies and punching boys. She loved the huge dogs they had and the small house. She loved the yard and already had built two forts out there to hide in. Mrs Lautner had even had the little girl sleep over a few times. They would sit up in the kitchen and laugh at her husband's snoring until they ran out of hot chocolate.
She had a 'sister' that Mrs. Lautner hoped was as wild as she was. She didn't know if they were related or not, but knew the sister to be older from Edith's stories. The sister hadn't been able to come over too, so they had not met yet.
"Hun, is there something you need to tell me?" Snapping out of her thoughts Mrs Lautner felt bad, afterall he had been waiting just as long as she had.
"Oh yeah,-"
"Hold on, I'll be right there!" A few seconds later the front door popped open. "Brrrrr, it's pouring out there."
Mrs Lautner put the phone down, "Well, don't take off your jacket, we've got some girls to pick up!"
"Girlsss? Both? How-I-I thought we had to wait to pick up Margo?" Mrs Lautner jumped up, wrapping her arms around him.
"Mrs Hattie pulled some strings! I've never wanted to kiss a woman this badly!"
Pulling her up higher he laughed, "You'll just have to kiss me instead baby."
It took a few seconds for her to gather her thoughts again. Whacking his arm, she jumped back down.
"Stop it, we have to get going. Oh and now we'll really have two wonderful babies in the house!" She clapped her hands as she ran out the front door.
Mr. Lautner grabbed her coat on his way out, remembering to shut the door on the way out. They were taking the nice car, his wife's car so he had to put the seat all the way back and down while hunched up. "Piece of c***," he muttered.
"Ohhhhh," Mrs Lautner croo'ed, "We'll have to get another car for the girls. We'll be driving them to school-and don't give me that there's a bus c***. WE're driving them there everyday. And picking them up Ohhhhh!"
"And you'll be feeding them, and I'll teach them to throw a nice kick to the groin-"
"I'll be teaching them that one. No, no, I definitely have more experience than you," She laughed.
"Sure, do you think if that cop stops us we could claim you were having a baby?"
"I am! Two!" she patted her flat stomach for effect.
Luckily the cop must have been busy, he never even noticed them going 20 passed the speed limit. They arrived at Ms Hatties' home for girls in record time.
"Are you ready?" Mrs Lautner asked.
"We're parked in a no parking zone to get in there faster, of course I'm ready!"
A family wanted to adopt Edith. They met Edith and claimed to love her already. Edith was skeptical on that part, but they were still awesome people. She had been over for the weekend a few times, and loved their many dogs. So many dogs.
The door opened and both girls sat straight up. A filthy giant-man came through first, still covered in grease or oil in large black stains.. The Mom after, who walked straight up to Edith and embraced her.
Mrs Lautner couldn't contain herself, she gave Edith a large hug she never wanted to let her go. Mr. Lautner cleared his throat, causing both girls to jump startled. Blushing, he gestured to the seat beside himself.
"Oh, yeah. Let's sit down," Mrs Lautner sat down letting go.
"I love how you do that!" Edith scrambled to try to sit in his lap, "You sound like a big bear!"
"Yeah," He tried to sound as quiet as possible before he picked her up. Having gotten used to him after 8 years, Mrs Lautner was no longer effected by how scary he was. Even Edith was sometimes freaked out. But she was quickily getting used to it.
"Hey guys, this is Margo," Edith pointed, "Margo this is them! They have a home and a car and dogs and a large yard and. . . "
While Edith was trying to take an entire inventory of everything in their lives, Mrs. Lautner looked over the sister. Her blazer was pristine and her hair perfectly brushed. Her glasses looked brand new although they were too small for her face. One hand clutched at a hard cover book, 'King Lear' was all she could read between the girl's arms. An open notebook was on the table in front of her with a lengthy page of notes. Neither she nor her husband valued school very much, never had and never would. Edith never talked of school and they had not planned to help her go to college. They assumed that she would want to take the scrapyard with her father.
Her sister would definitely want to go to school after her diploma.
As Mrs Lautner crunched the money numbers in her head on how they could do this, Mr Lautner had his own problems to deal with. Margo's eyes were about to fall out of her head, her mouth was hanging open and she hadn't even stopped looking at his wife's tattoos. He knew she was going to be frightened when she looked at him. He wished now, that he had stopped to take a shower, or put on a sweater or something.
Margo met his eyes for a second before looking down at her lap. She fingered her book for a few seconds.
Trying not to stare at her, Mr Lautner patted Edith on the back, greatly aware of how tiny she was compared to him. Hardly knee height. This other girl was not that much taller, even sitting on these tiny chairs, he towered over her enough to see the cue cards on her lap behind the desk.
Mrs Lautner finished crunching the numbers, they could do this. They'd just have to get rid of her car, she wouldn't cut off her hours, and they would put their retirement plan into this. They would still have what? 25 years after her university to save up? and then there was that she could get a scholarship or a loan. Maybe both.
Mrs Lautner felt her husband sigh quietly. She turned to console him, taking the hand that wasn't holding their future daughter up. Edith was still talking a mile a minute.
"It will be fine," She told him. He made eye contact, then gestured to the child again. Puzzled, Mrs Lautner shook her head, I don't get it. He shook his head, nodding at the child again. Look.
She did, once again looking at the little professor in front of her. It seemed the little girl was ready to talk to them now.
" H-hi, umm you must be the Lautners," She held her hand out and both of them reached for it first bumping knuckles.
"He he, sorry," Mrs Lautner let her husband go first.
Mr Lautner cursed his luck, trying not to completely engulf the tiny hand and at the same time watched as she nearly fell off the chair. It seemed impossible, but the child's eyes went even wider, and she seemed to pale to a light purple right before his eyes. Enough was enough.
"Sarah, can I talk to you for a moment?" He put Edith down before leading her out to the hall. His wife smiled at Edith as she firmly shut the door.
"This isn't going to work."
"What? We can do this! Margo will probably want college, we can deal with that! She's probably what we need in our lives, someone serious enough to read Shakespeare!"
Mr Lautner let her go having no idea what she was talking about. "College? Where'd that come from?" she gestured back to the room. "I'm talking about Margo. She's afraid, of you of me. Does she look like the kind of kid you get from the scrapyard? She wouldn't last a day in our home. Even if she wanted to come, do you think we could take care of her needs like Edith's?"
"What do you mean?" Mrs Lautner asked.
"If Edith builds a fort, we say good job. What would we say when Margo I don't know, reads Bach?"
"Use a piano honey?"
"Har, and I suppose when she runs for Prime Minister we'll ask her to drop taxes?"
"But," Slowly he could see it dawning on her, she was truly understanding this wasn't going to happen. And worse, she looked devastated.
Review, tell me what you think! But no bagging Margo, she was just a kid.