The Replacement

by Better-Angels

Emily Hunt meets Tony Stark one night but she knows his reputation and steers clear. But a job application soon changes that... But why does Tony need a new PA in the first place? Family difficulties, Hollister models and jealous friends try to separate the pair; will they make it through? Set after the Avengers 2012 and Iron Man 2. Please read and review! Slightly younger Tony/OC

21. Rise and shine and argue

Chapter 21

"We've got to repeat last night some time in the future." Tony grinned.
I nodded, "Definitely. It was just." I stopped. Tony looked over at me.
"One second." I said and ran to the bathroom. I came back a couple of minutes later, rubbing my eyes blearily.
Tony looked at me suspiciously, "Are you okay?"
"I... yes... I don't know." I sighed and sat down on the bed. Tony moved over to sit beside me.
He didn't ask me if I was pregnant or not. I didn't how to answer him if he did so I was sort of glad he didn't.

"Out of bed, rise and shine!" Alice chorused.
"No..." I groaned and turned over, pulling the covers further over my head. Alice pulled the covers off of me, "Come on, it's your wedding day!"
I lay on my back, and sighed, "Why couldn't you have got married first? Then at least one of us would have a clue what the hell we were doing."
"Well, then you're lucky you've got me here, aren't you girls?" A voice said from the door.
I jumped and sat bolt upright. "Mom?!"
"I thought I should help out with the precedings, help you up the aile etc."
"Oh no, mom. We're fine, really. We've got everything under control."
"Oh really?" She said sarcastically. "Then tell me Emily, where is your dress?"
I looked around the room. I looked at Alice. She looked baffled.
I sighed and said reluctantly, "I don't know."
"We better find it then." My mother said. "Alice, find your own dress. Emily, go and get washed and brush your hair. Pablo and Nina are outside to do your hair and makeup."
"Uh, mom. I'm quite capable of doing my own makeup, I've been doing it for 14 years."
My mother stopped for a split second. "You wore makeup when you were 14?!" She said, outraged. "I thought your eyelashes were just growing!"
"Nope! AND I went to Kevin's house party when you were away in Majorca!" I said daringly.
My mother gasped, "So I'm guessing you weren't sick the next day because of food poisoning!"
"Of course not!"
"You were foolish and reckless!" My mother accused.
"I was repressed and controlled by you and dad!" I said and slammed into the bathroom.

I came out ten minutes later. My mother was still standing there looking worried for me, something I'd never seen her do before.