AN: I watched only the first two episodes, but I already am smitten. And I'd have loved to se more of Hubbell. So I wrote the obvious: what if simply nothing bad happened to him.

"Mother? Michelle?"

"Hubbell, darling, what are you doing here?" Fanny's grin was a broad as could be. She was more than tipsy, mostly drunk by now.
"Come on, sit with us. Your lovely wife and I were enjoying ourselves, just like girls would do on a...uh an evening."
"Friday!" Michelle chimed in, seconds later.
"What?"
"It's friday, Fanny."
"Is it?" She looked over her shoulder to her son.
"Yes mother, it is friday. In a few hours saturday. And you always taught me to go sleep on the same day you woke up."
"Did I?" Fanny looked at Michelle, who just raised her shoulders.
Then she began to giggle uncontrolled.
"What?" To Hubbell the whole situation was just too strange. Sure, he had dreamed of his mother and Michelle as his wife having fun, but not drink well over their limit.
"This is just ridiculous! I'm married to Hubbell, in a city-" she stopped and put a finger on her chin, as if thinking very hard. "Is Paradise even a city? Hm, what the heck, I don't care. Never, never again will I ca~are!" she began to sing.
"Okay, that's it," Hubbell was beyond being annoyed. "Come on, time for bed." He took his mother's glass out of her hands and set it on the counter. Then he put an arm around her shoulder and led her out to his car. After he'd buckled her in the passenger seat, he came back.
"Michelle?" He offered his support to her too.
But she was obviously smitten by the bottom of her glass. "Can you see that?"
"See what?"
"You're not even looking. See... here," she pointed in the empty glass.
"What's that?" He asked, not looking for knowing he wouldn't see what her mind made her see.
"That's the sense of life...I've found the sense of life, Hubbly...hubby...Hubbell...you are Hubbell, right? You look like him. Hubbell's one of the few people nice to me. Sure, there's Talia, but she's ...I dunno...Hubbell is a bit stalkerish, but as long as he doesn't show up in the middle of the night in my apartment, I don' care."
While she was rambling on, he was throwing her over his shoulder and carrying to his car, buckling her behind the driver's seat.
Then he got in himself.
Luckily his mother had fallen asleep and Michelle was drawing patterns on the window.
As quiet as they now were he had to be in the morning, that much Hubbell Flowers knew.
u-_-u

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