In the British version of Who's the Boss? The Upper Hand Charlie and Caroline got married. I have taken the wedding episode of that show and formed it into a Who's the Boss? story. =) I do not own the rights to the Upper Hand OR Who's the Boss?
Samantha and Angela were sitting on the couch, while Mona sat in the chair closest to the kitchen door. Wendy Wittner was showing Angela material for her bridesmaids' dresses.
"I think it would work well to have the bridesmaids wear this pale peach."
"Oh no; let them wear white. Angela can't." Mona said. Angela glared at her mother.
"I wore white at my wedding, and I wasn't-" Samantha started to say. Angela turned her look to Samantha.
"I don't want to know Sam."
"And, what if the bridesmaids wore these shawls?" Wendy asked putting it on her shoulder for a demonstration. "It would be perfect ."
"Wendy," Angela said taking off her glasses. "I don't think that's necessary." Then there was a knock at the door.
"I'll get it." Samantha said and walked over to open it. When she opened the door, Mrs. Rossini walked in. "Hi."
"Hi Sam." She said holding a thin white box with a ribbon and hugged Samantha. "I've got a present for Angela."
"Just in time." Mona said. "The fashion expert." Samantha closed the door behind her as she walked over to the couch.
"Oh? You're making the wedding dresses? You could have invited me." Mrs. Rossini said.
"We would have, but we were afraid you'd come." Mona replied leaning back in her chair.
"Well I'm here now." She said and handed Angela the box. "Just wait until Tony sees you in this." Angela looked at the box, but was hesitant to open it. "Go on, open it." Angela pulled the ribbon off the box, opened it and pulled out the item inside. In Angela's hands was a powder blue teddy. It tied around the neck and was low cut and made of lace. There were three bows doing down the front that revealed little pieces of skin between them. It came down and fit like underwear at the bottom. Mona watched Angela's expression as she looked at it and then looked up at Mrs. Rossini.
"How did you get into my closet?"
"Mrs. Rossini, I don't know what to say."
"Well, it worked wonders for me on my wedding night." She nodded with a smile.
"You wore this?" Angela questioned.
"You see, it's something borrowed and blue."
"And old." Mona chimed in. Mrs. Rossini sat down in the chair across from Mona.
"The babies you two are going to have," She smiled, "with your intelligence and Tony's good looks."
"Babies?" Angela asked.
"Well, you are getting married. "
"Mrs. Rossini, Tony and I have two lovely children already. We really aren't planning on having any more."
"Oh, Angela." She paused. "Just pull my heart right out of my chest." Mrs. Rossini exclaimed.
"Don't go anywhere. I'll be right back." Mona stood up.
"Oh stop it Mother." Angela sniped.
"Mrs. Rossini," Wendy said, "they already have a family. Tony and Angela's marriage is going to be one long seething, sensuous honeymoon." Mona smiled.
"I hope Angela enjoys it as much as you did." Angela smiled at her mother.
Angela was in the kitchen cleaning off plates in the sink when Tony walked in the back door.
"Hi."
"Hi." She said without turning around to face him. He walked over and kissed her.
"How's your wedding dress coming along?"
"Beautiful." She said. "It's all lace and elegance." Tony leaned down and put a plate in the dishwasher.
"There's something on your shirt." She said trying to wipe at it.
"It's slobber. I was burping Joey's baby."
"Oh." Angela said and walked over to the table. "You were playing with the baby?"
"Yeah." Tony replied all smiles. "He's so cute Angela. He doesn't take after either of his parents. He has these cute, tiny little fingers; just like Samantha used to have."
"I bet she was a beautiful baby."
"Beautiful." Tony stood next to the dishwasher, with a look on his face that showed he was thinking about the past. With a shake of his head, he came back to the present. "She was gorgeous. Marie and I used to take her down in her stroller through Brooklyn. The guys from the team would leave the field, just to look at her." Angela chuckled.
"That's gorgeous." Tony continued to put dishes in the dishwasher. Angela cocked her head to think.
"What about Jonathan? I'm sure he wasn't a problem."
"Oh Tony, from the minute he was born; he was handsome." She paused and leaned her elbows on the table. "Do you want to hear something funny?"
"Hmmm?" Tony asked without turning around.
"Mrs. Rossini thought that we would be having children of our own." They looked at each other for a moment without saying a word.
"Yeah, I suppose that is silly." Tony said finally breaking the silence. "It's funny. Eddie said I was too old to have kids."
"You were talking about having kids at poker game?"
"Yeah," he said, "well, we weren't swapping recipes." Tony scoffed and sat down at the table.
"Well, Eddie's way off." Angela said. "You're not too old to be a father." She sighed. "Of course the doctor said that if we're going to have a child, we need to right away.
"Hey-oh, you talked to a doctor?"
"Yes, during my yearly physical."
"And he said right away?"
"Well, you know the old biological clock. It is safer to have a child sooner than later." Tony scoffed.
"Let's just a say for a minute that we were planning on having a baby; I don't know how soon we could fit a child into our lives; your schedule is full all the way into next year Angela." She sighed.
"I know; and you are going to be busy too. You are starting your new career. You want to work outside of the house. And you certainly can't stay here as the housekeeper after we're married." Tony nodded.
"Yeah, I won't be a well-kept man." Angela touched his hand.
"And I don't want you to be." She said softly. "Still, having a child together is a nice thought. " Tony got a glazed look in his eyes.
"yeah."
"But, at this point in our lives, it's just not practical." Tony nodded.
"Right. It isn't very practical." There was a pause as they exchanged a quiet glance. "So, tell me about your wedding dress."
"Wendy has her heart set on the puffy sleeves, so I'll just have to go along with it for the pregnant-" She stopped and Tony looked at her. "present." She corrected quickly.
"You can't let Wendy get to you Angela." Tony stood up. "It's your big day, not hers."
Angela was in a meeting for her agency. She had six members of the company around her listening to her presentation. In her arms was an infant. She held the bottle in the baby's mouth.
"Now because your company prides itself in being old-fashioned, we think the underlying theme of the campaign should be that there is a time and place for everything." She stood up and walked over the board she had standing with her presentation and put the baby on her hip, ignoring the glances and whispers of those around her. She looked at the baby in her arms. "Thinking of number two; who needs a diaper change?" Angela switched arms and all of a sudden, Tony came walking into the board room. He was wearing bib overalls.
"Okay Angela. I just finished work and I'm in a hurry." He spoke as if nobody else was in the room. Finally when he got to the front of the room, he acknowledged the others. "Oh hi, isn't he the cutest?" He tickled the baby. "Come on, we have to go to the babysitter."
"What?" Angela asked, getting a firmer grasp on the baby. "I thought it was guys night."
"No, tonight's Tuesday. You have your meeting and a dinner; I have meetings with the school. So tonight Grandma Mona is babysitting." Tony took the baby. "You know you'll have fun with your grandma." Then it flashed to a dance club where Mona was talking with a man.
"Do you dip?" He asked her.
"Yes, but not in front of the kid." She said and turned around so he could see her grandson strapped to her back.
Angela opened her eyes and saw that she was laying her in bed in the middle of the night. She laid a hand on her chest and sighed.
"So it was all just a dream." She thought to herself. "A horrible, awful dream." She laid back down and tried to fall asleep.
After a fitful night of sleep, Tony went down the stairs and went into the kitchen to find something to help him sleep. At the kitchen table he saw Angela with a calculator.
"Angela? What are you doing up?"
"Just a minute," She paused. Finally, speaking again she said, "if I bring forward Peterson's holiday and cancel the fact finding trip to Los Angeles and let Jerry take over my latest account we could do it."
"Great." Tony said. He came down to her level. "Do what?" Angela sighed.
"Tony, I saw that look in your eyes last night."
"What look?"
"The one that says 'I have to say that I don't want a baby because of Angela's work load, but deep down it's killing me because in spite of everything I know we'd have a beautiful child together, and it would bring us even closer to each other if that's possible.'" Tony just looked at her.
"Well, that's what I was going for Angela."
"But Tony, the point is, it's alright; because I want a baby just as much as you do."
"Do you?" Angela nodded softly. Tony hugged her. "That's wonderful."
Stay tuned for chapter two! =) Won't be exactly like TUH; but enough since they did a wedding episode =)
