Author's Note:
I have to run my mouth for a minute here. WOW. I really, really do appreciate the feedback this story is getting. It means a lot to me. To be honest, I wasn't expecting it- because it's a fic starring an unconventional pairing. I was worried I wouldn't mesh them together quite right, but... I must be doing okay, LOL. Anyway, thanks again and I really hope y'all keep the support coming.
As for Cait... well, all I'll say is that I think she's gonna be full of surprises. BUT she won't be a homicidal maniac- no matter what I do with her. That much I can promise. And that ditziness ain't going anywhere- not if I can help it- since it's part of who she is. Love, hate or love to hate her, LOL.
'What am I doing?' Caitlin thought as she entered her apartment. What was she doing? That'd been running through her mind since she'd left Rocky's. The brunette plopped down on her sofa, her eyes wide. Like, what the hell was she doing? Was she really making a huge mistake here? 'What if I totally am?' Maybe she should apologize to Katherine and Rocky or something.
But her jealousy was kind of overpowering. 'Is that the word for it? Yeah. Definitely. Whoooooa!' she thought as she grabbed a pillow and hugged it to her body. Maybe Katherine had been right about Cait and Rocky, about them never getting together. And that was what Cait couldn't stand- Kat being right. 'But, like, how could Kat know? What is she- that Billy guy all of sudden or whatever? She thinks she's sooooo smart.'
Cait just didn't want Rocky to hate her. And she didn't want him to marry some other woman because it'd kill any sort of chance she felt she could possibly have with him. But was it really worth it? She groaned in annoyance. It just really bothered her that Kat seemed to think that Rocky could never feel anything more than friendship or something for Cait. That was what had really set her off. She didn't like hearing that there were no possibilities. She hated that.
'And what if she's right?' Cait thought. Those doubts and pangs of guilt just would not stay away. Well, she wished they would. Besides, what was she really doing wrong anyhow? She just wanted to be happy. What the hell was so wrong with that? She saw Kat as a threat, so, she'd gone off on her and Rocky. Cait rolled her eyes. No way could she just give up on this. That could be the big mistake.
But, then, the doubts quickly resurfaced. What if she really was wasting her time here? Deep down, she didn't believe she could make Rocky want her. If she screwed around with his life, he'd never even be her friend again. Was she willing to, like, lose him altogether? Should she back off and let him marry Kat?
'I should probably just leave them alone...'
"Kat! What are you doing? Put that box down. Are you crazy or something?" Rocky said as he hurried up to his fiancee. It was now five days later- Saturday morning- and Katherine was getting all moved into Rocky's apartment. He'd suggested a few days ago that they just get it done now rather than later. Adam was helping. Also, Katherine had officially "walked away" from her job as a ballet instructor several days ago.
She looked at Rocky and laughed, unable to help it. "Rocky, this box weighs next to nothing. It's fine." But when she tried to take it back from him, he held it out of her reach. After trying- and failing- several times to get the box, she rolled her eyes. "That was fun. Rocky, just give me the box, please."
"Uh, no can do, ballerina. The Frogman and I got everything covered. And we'll be done soon. What I want you to do is stay off your feet as much as possible," he said.
"Hey!" Adam- who'd heard the "frogman" remark- said indignantly as he walked past them.
Rocky and Katherine laughed. "Rocky, I'm okay. I wanna help out a little," she said.
"Not necessary," he said lightly.
"Well, I'm gonna help out anyway," she said, qucikly grabbing the box before he could react.
"All right. Fine. Help," he said. "I'll just keep myself busy by singing 'John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt'."
Katherine stiffened. Last year, on Fourth of July, Rocky'd sang that repeatedly. While it'd been hilarious, it hadn't exactly been pleasing to the ear- especially since he'd chosen to sing it in the most annoying voice he could manage. Kat's eyes narrowed a little at the memory and she handed her baby's father the box. "You win. But, you didn't play fair."
"That's why I won," he said before kissing her nose, winking at her and heading off towards the apartment building.
Katherine laughed and shook her head. This was going to be one interesting life.
"In honor of your first night here, I wanna make something really great for dinner. Got anything in mind?" Rocky asked several hours later. He and Katherine were sitting on the couch, drinking water and just, well, relaxing. Katherine leaned forward, sat her glass on the coffee table and grinned at him. She just felt really content! She had a feeling it wouldn't be long at all until she started feeling like this was their place.
"Not really. Cook whatever you like. I'm sure I'll love it," she assured him. Then, she thought of something that dampened her mood more than a little bit. "Rocky?"
"Yeah?" he asked.
"We haven't seen Cait around lately. Kind of weird- considering what you told me she said to you a few days ago," Katherine said. Cait hadn't been around. She wasn't too sure what to make of that... .
Rocky sighed and nodded. "Yeah. I've been thinking of that myself. Hey, maybe she's actually decided to leave it alone, you know? Or if she hasn't and she's just waiting for the perfect moment to lash out... well, it won't matter. Because I'm not gonna let it affect us."
"Neither am I," Katherine said softly.
He smiled at her. "Kat, I've gotta thank you again for not turning me down. I know that this is all moving really fast and we're in a situation we don't really know much about, but... I think we could handle it together."
"So can I, Rocky. It may be moving fast, but, that's fine. It really is," she said. "I'm glad I accepted your proposal."
"Wait a second. Oh, crap," he said with a sigh.
"What's wrong?" she asked in a concerned tone.
"Your ring. Your engagement ring. I have to get one. I can't believe I wasn't even thinking about it," he said.
"If you start beating yourself up over it, I'll force you to wear a tutu," she threatened playfully. He laughed.
"Fate worse than death," he joked- causing her to laugh. "But, seriously, you should have one and I'm gonna try and get it sometime next week. Well, you're gonna have to come with me since I'm so guy-ish." She laughed again and he grinned.
"Well, I'm gonna get started on dinner, Kit Kat," he said, then, he sat his own glass on the table and leaned in... to kiss her. It'd seemed as natural as breathing to do for some crazy reason. Just as his lips were about to touch hers, he caught himself and his face heated up a little. "Wow," he said with kind of nervous little chuckle. "I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking."
"Oh, no. I hope you don't say that at the altar," she teased.
He smiled. "Nah, it's just... well, I don't wanna- I guess I just- I'm not trying to- I'm sorry I-"
"Hey, Zeo Three?" she said lightly. He looked at her. "It's okay. I really don't mind." And she meant that. After all, they were engaged. They'd slept together and made a baby.
"Really?" he said, lifting his eyebrows slightly.
"If you don't believe me, maybe you should try again," she said with a soft smile.
'Could she be any more awesome?' "No problem there," he told the lovely blonde before pressing his lips to hers.
