Okay, so here's chapter 2. I know it's been a few days, but it's quite long, so I hope you like it! Review and I own nothing!
When Vivien and Gabriel arrived at the inn, the first thing she did was order Chinese. She had been starving, even though all she'd done was sit on the motorcycle. Gabriel looked like he'd felt the same. When the food arrived, they practically inhaled it. Vivian leaned on Gabriel's chest, as they ate on the sofa, not even bothering to take off the cover. They fell asleep there, Vivian curled against Gabriel's side, his head resting on top of hers. The light woke them up early the next morning. The howls of the Four may have helped wake them up as well. They burst through the door, singing at the top of their lungs, "Vivien and Gabriel sitting in a kissing in a tree. First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes a baby in the baby carriage!" Vivien leaped from the sofa and tackled Ulf, taking Finn and Willem down with her. Gabriel watched, amused, as did the rest of the pack as Vivien pinned first Ulf, then Willem, then Finn, before hopping up with a triumphant smile.
"Who's the Queen Bitch?" Vivien asked, teasing them.
"You are," they murmured, barely audible.
"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you." By this point, the entire pack was holding back snickers. Gabriel sneaked up behind Vivien and grabbed her in his arms.
"You are baby, we all know it," Gabriel whispered, which earned a fresh round of hoots from the Four. Vivien and Gabriel both shot them death stares, before Gabriel separated himself, but only to give orders to the pack. He directed half of them to go through the rooms, taking an inventory of what needed to be replaced and what needed to be fixed. The other half was to start painting the rooms, and dusting. Vivien and Gabriel worked with the group that was going to paint. There were two people to a room, and Vivien ad Gabriel, naturally, worked together. They were painting a room on the second floor. This room's furniture was all in good repair, and just need a dusting. Vivien took the sheets off the furniture as Gabriel started to pour the paints. She folded up the last sheet, and put it outside the room. She saw to her horror that all the other rooms already had their sheets outside; that meant everyone was ahead of her. She must have spent too much time looking at Gabriel. He smiled, as if knowing this, and turned to her.
"Ready to start, love?" He asked, quickly pecking her on the lips. At least that was what he did. Vivien threw her arms around him, and began kissing him, their lips moving together, their tongues intertwining. Gabriel gave a little moan as Vivien pulled is shirt over his head. She ran her hands down his chest, and he seized the bottom of her shirt, it following the same pattern as his. They backed up to the bed, and they lay down on it, still kissing. Suddenly, the door burst open, and Willem rushed in, already talking.
"…told me to tell you that we need two new beds and four new-OH!" he shouted, finally seeing Gabriel and Vivian. He blushed, before averting his eyes. Vivian grabbed for her shirt, but couldn't find it. Gabriel threw her his, and she put it on. She'd grown up with Willem, but that didn't mean she wanted him to see her in only her jeans and lace bra. Gabriel chuckled, before answering him.
"What were you saying, Willem?" He asked, pulling Vivien up with him from the bed.
"Two of the beds are beyond use, and four of the tables are missing. Other than that, everything seems fine. We have five out of the fifteen rooms painted, and we're moving on to the next set. Seems you're room hasn't gotten painted yet." With this, Willem gave a tentative smile, not wanting to tempt the wrath of Gabriel- or Vivien. But Gabriel chuckled, finally locating Vivien's shirt. She quickly changed into hers, and threw Gabriel's back to him. They took each other's hands, and walked outside, Willem trailing behind. They checked in on each room, and saw the progress that had been made. One third of the rooms were painted and the furniture was all dusted and uncovered. It would probably only take a week to restore the rooms. Midway through their examination, Willem was called away, and it was just her and Gabriel. They peeked into each room, before coming to a door that was open, revealing a flight of stairs beyond it. Vivien gave Gabriel a questioning glance, before going up the flight of stairs. She heard Gabriel follow her up them. She reached the last step, and gasped. The room was obviously the attic, but barely looked like one. True, it had a sloped roof, but it was plastered, and painted a light green. The bed was a canopy that was hung with white fabric, and the furniture was all matching cherry wood. Part of the attic was partially cut off, and Vivien could see a loveseat and desk through it. The bathroom was off to the side, and she could see a black and white tile floor and a bathtub with clawed feet.
Gabriel sounded nervous as he spoke. "So, Viv, what do you think?"
"It's, it's perfect. This room will be perfect for the people who stay here!"
"No, no, no! Vivian, this room is for you, and, well, I was hoping for me." Gabriel had by this time stuck his hands in his pocket, and looked almost like an inexperienced boy asking a girl out on a first date.
"Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't understand. But I meant it; it's perfect! I love it, Gabriel. But I thought we would just stay with the rest of the pack, in the outbuildings." The buildings, besides the main inn, were all in good condition, because the previous owners had stayed there, but left the inn untouched. There were enough of the rooms so each member of the pack, or a couple, could have a small house. The houses included two bedrooms, a bathroom, a kitchen, living room, and small dining room. They were small cottages. There were even enough buildings for a nursery for the pups of the pack. The next week passed in a blur. The pack was able to get all of the rooms painted, and the furniture arrived and was quickly set up. The night of the opening of the inn, Vivien stood next to Gabriel. She was wearing a white cotton gown that fell loosely to her ankles. Gabriel was wearing a collared shirt and khaki pants. Vivien had never seen him look so put together. He put his arm around her, and she kissed him on the check. He gave her a goofy smile and she smiled right back. They were still smiling when the first guest walked in. Her name was Ms. Baustren and she was visiting from New York. Vivien led her to her room, with Bucky carrying her luggage. When Vivien got back, two more groups of guests had already been check in. The night passed in a blur, and Vivian fell on her bed, next to Gabriel, already asleep. He was snoring as well, and they curled up against each other, still wearing their clothes.
A gentle knocking on her door woke Vivian up. She groaned, before turning over. She had been so tired lately! It had been two months since the opening of the inn, and it had been doing quite well. The entire pack worked there, so it gave them all jobs and something to do. It had a relatively calm time.
"Honey, we have a question down in the kitchen. We need you to come down-" Esmé was interrupted as Vivian raced to the bathroom. She had been feeling nauseous for the past few days, but she hadn't thrown up until today. Esmé followed in, and Gabriel followed right afterwards. Vivien moaned, and Gabriel held her up, lifting her over to the bed. Vivian immediately sat up, though, because she felt better.
"What's wrong, Viv?" he asked, brushing a piece of hair back.
"I'm fine, I'm fine, but have just been something I ate." Vivian answered, swatting his hand away.
"I'm going to get Aunt Persia!" Esmé shouted, even though they were only a few feet away. She dashed out of the room, and returned with the elder woman. Gabriel left the room, as Aunt Persia asked her numerous questions. By the end, Vivian was answering the questions automatically, without actually taking any of them in. Aunt Persia ended her inquisition with a little grunt, and went into the hallway, where Vivien could see her say something to Gabriel. The worried look on his face quickly disappeared first into a radiant smile, and then, for only a second, a worried expression. He called Esmé out, and seemed to tell her something as well. She let out an excited squeal, and looked back at Vivien, before launching into conversation with Gabriel. Vivien had no idea what was going on, and she did not like it. Gabriel came in, laughing, with Esmé talking quietly beside him. When he saw Vivien lying on the bed, drumming her fingers impatiently on the table, he laughed even louder than before.
"So, she's okay, right?" Gabriel asked Aunt Persia, sitting down beside her and grabbing her hand, kissing it.
"She's fine. Just tell her that, to remind her." Persia seemed to emphasize the word "tell", which confused Vivian even more. She threw a death glare at Gabriel, ignoring everybody else.
"Want to take a walk, Viv?" Gabriel asked, pulling her up. She nodded, and he pulled her out of the room, to a small lake. It had numerous willows and other types of trees, and was a favorite swimming spot for the entire pack.
"Does Persia know why I was sick this morning?" Vivien asked, when they were far enough away.
"Yes, she does." Gabriel answered, only saying that. Vivien made a gesture with her hands, telling him to go on, which he did, eventually. "You are, you're, you're pregnant!"
Vivien stared at him in shock, not saying anything. Gabriel gave a nervous chuckle. "Viv? Say something. I know that I's a surprise but I'm happy and I thought you would be too. I know it's unexpected, but we can handle it, I know we can! And I know that-" Vivian put a finger over his lips, before removing it to kiss him. She broke away after a few minutes.
"I'm pregnant? Seriously?" She asked.
"Yes!" Gabriel shouted, twirling Vivian around. She giggled, and couldn't believe herself. She wasn't the giggling type. But she was so happy! They were going to have a child together. Vivian knew it would be a lot of work, but she didn't care. This child would represent the love that Gabriel and she shared. She kissed him again, both of them sinking to the ground, their lips never leaving each others.
