Gretchen & Ferb (age 21)
Requested by:Robot Wolf 26Z
21-year old Isabella put her phone away. "He'll be here soon." She tried to console a sobbing Gretchen. "I'll be right back." Isabella said and Gretchen nodded as she reached for the serviettes.
Isabella brought a large tea back for her friend. "Uh, Gretchen… are you okay?" Gretchen shook her head as another serviette was repeatedly ripped into tiny pieces and another was about meet the same fate.
The door to the coffee shop opened and Ferb rushed in, panicked. He quickly looked around and saw Isabella and Gretchen at a table. He hurried over and wrapped his arms around Gretchen. "Took you long enough! I called you five minutes ago." Isabella chastised.
Ferb tried to hush Gretchen for a moment then glanced at Isabella. "You said it was 'an emergency'. I almost got run over getting here." He pointed out then Gretchen clung tighter to him and started crying. Ferb sat back and looked at his fiancée. "Is something wrong love?"
The pile of shredded paper napkins continued to grow. Gretchen looked at Isabella, begging her to leave. "I'll see you tomorrow. I have to pick Peter up." Isabella said as she rested her hand on Gretchen's shoulder a moment then left.
Ferb noted that Gretchen's tea still had steam swirling from it. Gretchen reached for another couple of serviettes; she shredded one, the second she used to dab her eyes. "Ferb? Do you love me?" She sobbed. Ferb took her face in his hands. "I love you more than anything." He replied and a slight smile crossed Gretchen's lips.
It took another couple of minutes for Gretchen to calm down enough to talk. She took a deep breath and looked lovingly at her fiancée. "Ferb, I'm pregnant." He hugged her tight. "It's a good thing the wedding's tomorrow."
AN: Everyone's probably figured out the 'tic' or 'tell' I've given to Gretchen when she's anxious/nervous.