After thinking about it, I decided to put up another chapter. I figured that you all wanted to get on with the story and see what happens next. Since you all were patient with me and waited for me to get through my test week, I'll give you another chapter. Disclaimer: I don't own FF7 or the characters. I'm just borrowing them for my story.
Chapter 52
"I don't understand why you're doing this."
"Because I want to."
"That's not the point Angela."
"Then what is Vincent?"
"You're pregnant and I don't want you dealing with a bunch of drunks."
"I'll be staying back behind the bar, and besides we're not freeloading while we're staying here." Angela said.
He had gone over that conversation over a hundred times in his mind as he watched his wife work at the bar as he sat in his usual corner. He couldn't figure out how he could have turned that around so he would have gotten his point across and win the argument.
'Forget it, you'll never figure it out. You lost, she won, move on.'
Vincent sighed inwardly as he continued to watch Angela work. True to her word, she did stay behind the bar. She did serve drinks, but she spent most of the time doing the dishes.
"Do you want anything Vincent?" Tifa asked after serving a customer a drink.
"No thanks Tifa. I would rather not have alcohol in my system right now." Vincent replied.
She nodded and walked back to the bar. It was a particularly slow night that evening and he inwardly hoped that Tifa would close down a little earlier because of that. He was soon jerked out of his thoughts.
"Hey sweet thing. How about we go to my place when you get off work?"
Vincent observed the young man who had started hitting on Angela. He was obviously drunk to the point that his words were slurred.
"Thanks, but no thanks." Angela said as she lifted her hand to show her wedding ring.
"I don't mind that your married." he said.
"I do." Angela said, leveling a glare at him.
"Come on sweetheart, when do you get off work?"
"I suggest that you get out of here before my husband decides to kill you." Angela said as she saw Vincent stand up and head towards the bar.
"Not gonna fall for that one. He wouldn't have to know anything." he said.
"He already does." the man turned around to see Vincent standing behind him. "I suggest you leave now."
The man side stepped around Vincent and ran out of the bar. Vincent turned back to Angela and leaned against the bar.
"Thank you." Angela said as she turned back to the dishes she had been working on.
"That's one of the reasons why I don't want you working here." Vincent said.
"He's not the worse I've had to deal with, and he won't be the last." Angela replied.
"You shouldn't be on your feet like this anyway." Vincent said.
"I'm not arguing right now Vincent."
"I think he's right Angela. There are other ways that you could pay us back while you're staying here." Tifa said as she came back behind the bar. Angela sighed, knowing that she had lost this argument.
Angela was moving through darkness, but not really moving. She stopped and observed her surroundings. She didn't have a chance to wonder where she was or why she wasn't pregnant when she heard a baby crying. She tried to move towards the cry, but she couldn't get anywhere. She woke up with a start and drenched in sweat.
Vincent felt Angela tense up under his arm, waking him up before he could fall asleep.
"Angela, are you alright?" he asked as he propped himself up on his elbow.
"I think I understand what it means." she said rolling onto her back.
"What?" he asked, a little confused.
"The dream I had before, about me being in the darkness and hearing the baby crying." she answered.
"I remember now." Vincent said.
"I couldn't move towards the baby's cry, but I wasn't pregnant which means I've had the baby. I won't let August take him." she said sitting up a little.
"He won't take him love, I promise you that." Vincent said taking Angela into his arms.
"You believe that August will try to take your child, even by force?" Reeve asked Vincent as they walked down a hallway of the WRO.
"Yes. It's not the first time Angela has had that dream. I believe he may try to take the baby right after the delivery, when our guard will be down the most." Vincent said.
"This makes the matter of finding August more urgent. I will send out more troops today to canvas the areas more thoroughly than before. The quicker we find him, the better." Reeve said as he walked into a room with Vincent.
"Hi Vincent. I have those vitamins ready for you." Dr. Kayne said. "Is Angela resting?" he asked as he turned to one of the many shelves in his office.
"As much as I can get her to." Vincent answered.
"Don't make her lay around to much though. Let her move around and exercise a little. It can help the labor and delivery go a little easier for her." Dr. Kayne said as he handed Vincent a bag with the vitamins. "The test on the fluid will be done in a few more days. Bring Angela in and we'll talk about the results."
"I will. Thank you." Vincent said.
Angela woke up from the nap she had taken. She could tell it was later in the afternoon, but she couldn't tell how late. She looked to the right at the clock sitting on the nightstand. It read 3:30. Angela got up and stretched. She decided to have a light snack before starting on dinner. She was making goolash at the kids' request. It wasn't her favorite, but the kids loved it and it had things in it that was good for her. She sighed as she grabbed an apple from the fruit basket from the table and started to get out ingredients for the meal.
"What are you up to?" Vincent asked as he came into the kitchen.
"I'm about to make dinner. What have you been up to today?" she said.
"I got the vitamins that you needed, but Shelke wasn't done with the DVDs yet." Vincent said.
"Thanks for picking those up for me." Angela said giving him a smile.
Angela put the hamburger into the pot and started to brown it. When it was cooked she put in some dehydrated onion flakes in it, then the grounded green peppers and tomatoes along with tomatoe juice. After that came to a boil she put in the elbow macaroni in it.
"What are you making?" Vincent asked as he watched her work. He knew better than to get in her way when she was cooking.
"Goolash. It's not my favorite, but the kids wanted it and I couldn't refuse them." Angela explained as she put broccoli on the stove to cook while she waited for the macaroni to cook. She threw away the core of the apple as the broccoli started to boil.
"Where's Cloud and Tifa?" Vincent asked.
"They went to Kalm to check something out. They'll be back tomorrow afternoon." Angela answered.
"If you eat your dinner, you'll get something special later." Vincent said as he came up behind her. He put his hands on her hips and started kissing her neck.
Angela sighed. "Do you know how quiet we would have to be? Yuffie is still here."
"I think we can manage." Vincent said as he moved his hands from her hips to her belly and rested his chin on her shoulder.
"Don't try it Denzel, Jackson won't eat broccoli." Angela said.
"Man." Denzel said as he brought his hand back up and put the broccoli back onto his plate.
"Just suck it down really quick, that's what I do." Yuffie said, and then proceeded to demonstrate.
"Could you possibly be anymore gross Yuffie?" Angela asked as she put a hand over her eyes.
"Well, I don't like broccoli either, and I want ice cream later." Yuffie said.
The kids, and Yuffie, had both eaten most of the vegitables and goolash. Angela gave them credit for eating so much of it and allowed them to have ice cream later. She had eaten as much as she could stand. She really didn't like the stuff and didn't understand why the kids did. Vincent had offered to do the dishes, and she allowed him to.
"If the baby is a boy, why won't you allow him to be named after you?" Angela asked after Vincent was about half way through the dishes.
"I don't like the flow of it." he answered.
"Not good enough of an answer." Angela said.
"You insist on him taking my full name and I don't like my middle name." Vincent explained.
"It's not that bad Vincent." Angela said.
"I don't like it. My answer remains the same." Vincent said as he continued with the dishes.
Angela sighed, knowing that she wasn't going to get anywhere with this conversation. She would talk to him about it another time, and maybe resort to after the delivery of the baby to convince him to allow the baby to take his full name.
A/N: There you go, another chapter since you all were so patient with me. I really don't like goolash, but it was the only recipe that I really knew off the top of my head, since I had seen my mom make it so many times. You all are probably wondering why I keep referring to the baby as him or her. I know this is just a story, but I don't like it when people call unborn babies it. They are still human beings, even if they are still in the womb. If you find that annoying, then you're going to have to bear with me, because I will not refer to the baby as it. If you want, R&R!
