Accidental Marriage - Part Five
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. I do own the new characters. Please don't steal.
Angela was back at work in the lab. She had spent the last couple of days avoiding her friends. She just couldn't face Chris or Sidney. Especially, Sidney. What was she going to say? "I'm married and pregnant to one of your other closest friend?"
Dr. Hart was also kind of sick. The morning sickness had kicked in at full force, and she couldn't keep anything down. Quatre promised he would call before he went back to L4. Angie had to get in touch with Dr. Wong. But, she couldn't get one of the nurses to do it because they would figure out something was wrong. Dr. Wong was known for being an OBGYN. Most of the female doctors at Saving Grace had their own doctors over there. It would look suspicious. She made the call during her lunch break with her cell phone. The appointment was scheduled at 11:00 am on Thursday. The day was Monday. She tried to reach Quatre on his personal line, but he didn't pick up. Angie was walking back from the parking lot when she ran into Sidney.
"Hey, Angie! Wait up!" called Sidney. Angie tried to hide her groan.
"Hi Sidney," greeted Angie.
"I haven't seen you the last couple of days. Where have you been hiding yourself? By the way, what happened at the medical conference? I hope you enjoyed yourself," said Sidney happily.
"Nothing much happened. I've just been feeling under the weather that's all," lied Angie.
"Oh. What do you have some sort of flu?" asked Sidney with concern.
"Something like that," answered Angie avoiding the other questions. She just wanted to get away from her best friend. Sidney had the flaw of caring too much and having too much curiosity for her own good.
"Let's go shopping this weekend. We can catch up. It feels like I haven't seen you in ages," suggested Sidney with a smile.
"Sure," answered Angie without thinking.
* * *
Angie and Quatre were waiting in the waiting room of New Saint Hospital on the other side of Washington, D.C. Quatre and Angie were quite nervous. They thought that they were being watched. Quatre told the nurse that he was there as a friend. Angie was the one who suggested it. Quatre was starting to feel uncomfortable with all the lying he was doing. He shifted a little bit. Angie was biting her bottom lip. Quatre had figured out that it was nervous habit of hers.
"Ms. Hart, the doctor will see you now," called a nurse from the examination area.
Both of them stood up. Quatre let her go through the door first. The examination room was pretty standard. Quatre had never been to this kind of doctor's office before. There were metal stirrups. He looked at those with uncertainty. There was a tray with all sorts of instruments. There was a sonogram machine. Quatre didn't like this office. 'And I thought my doctor's office was bad,' thought Quatre eyeing the equipment with apprehension. Angie started laughing.
"What?" asked Quatre with a clueless look on his face.
"The look on your face is priceless. You don't like the things in this room?" teased Angie.
"Oh. Stop it," said Quatre with a smile. She was constantly teasing him. He took it in stride. It was nice to have someone to laugh with. Someone who was comfortable to be with.
"Here is a gown. Please take off all your clothes, but keep your underwear on. Put this on. The doctor should be in to see you soon," instructed the nurse as she handed a paper gown to Angie. Angie nodded, and the nurse left. Quatre turned around and let her change without him watching her.
"You can turn around now," said Angie. Quatre turned around. "Help me get on this thing," requested Angie referring to the bed. Quatre helped her up. They waited five more minutes for the doctor to come.
"Hello, Ms. Hart. My name is Dr. Paula Wong," said sweet looking Asian doctor. She smiled at the couple in front of her. "Mr. Winner?" asked Dr. Wong.
"Yes. That's who I am," answered Quatre.
"Well, we should get you examined. Do you know how far along you are?" asked Dr. Wong.
"About four weeks. Give or take a few days," answered Angie.
"Any discomfort?"
"Not really. Just some morning sickness."
"Are you the father?" asked Dr. Wong looking at Quatre. Quatre stumbled back in surprise. He looked at Angie. Angie gave him an expectant look. Quatre numbly nodded and gulped.
"Dr. Wong, we have a bit of a request to make of you," said Angie.
"Oh. I see. This was an unexpected event," said Dr. Wong.
"We are married. We have been for about four weeks," said Quatre.
"Ah. The same time as long as Mrs. Winner has been pregnant. My. You do work fast. Don't you two?" remarked Dr. Wong with a smile. Angie was blushing. Quatre's mouth was opened wide.
"Dr. Wong, we haven't official announce the marriage to the public. We would like some time together. We need to keep this quiet for the time being. The press will have a field day," pleaded Angie.
"I consider this to be part of doctor-patient confidentiality. Don't worry your secret is safe with me," reassured Dr. Wong, "Don't worry, Mr. Winner. Most first time fathers are nervous. It's perfectly normal. You'll be fine."
Dr. Wong did her examination of Angie. Angie had her legs in the stirrup, and Quatre stayed and watched. Dr. Wong turned on the sonogram machine and did one. She froze the view right where the baby was. She turned on the heart monitor. Quatre's eyes lit up. Angie had a smile on her face.
"That's your baby's heartbeat," said Dr. Wong. Quatre was now next to his wife.
"It isn't doing much is it?" remarked Quatre looking at the little person on the screen.
"What are you expecting back flips?" asked Angie with smirk.
"No. Maybe, some swimming or something. I don't know. It's cute," said Quatre as he touched the image on the screen.
"Do you want to know the baby's sex?" asked Dr. Wong.
"Um…" started Quatre. He looked at Angie. She shrugged her shoulders.
"I'll leave and come back," said Dr. Wong as she stood up and left the room.
"Do you want to know?" asked Quatre as soon as Dr. Wong had left.
"Well, it would make picking out names easier. We could also get things for it ahead of time. Do you want to know?" asked Angie.
"I guess. It doesn't really matter what the baby is," answered Quatre. He really didn't care. The investors, his sisters, and everyone else cared. They wanted a boy.
"I'll make a bet with you that it's a boy," said Angie.
"Hey. Let's not bet on this. But…then again, what do I get if I win?" asked Quatre with a smile.
"Dinner with your wife while she's still civil," answered Angie.
"I'll take that bet. I bet it's a girl. Knowing my family. It's a girl," said Quatre with great certainty. Angie rolled her eyes at him. Angie and he shook hands. Dr. Wong came back.
"Well, what have you decided?" asked Dr. Wong.
"We'd like to know the sex of the baby. We have a bet going on," answered Angie. Dr. Wong looked at them funny. Quatre and Angie smiled back at her. She let out a sigh. 'Boy, are those two made for each other,' thought Dr. Wong.
"The baby is a boy. He's doing very well. So, are you, Mrs. Winner," answered Dr. Wong.
"HAHAHAHAHA! I told you so. I knew that I was right," exclaimed Angie excitedly.
"A boy?" asked Quatre stunned. Dr. Wong nodded.
"You lost. The good news is: you still have to take me to dinner," said Angie happily.
"I was sure it was girl," insisted Quatre in a happy tone of disbelief.
Quatre was still mumbling to himself when Angie had finished changing. She looked at him strangely. She had to yank him out of the room and to car.
* * *
Angie insisted on a pizzeria this time. Quatre had to admit it. She knew all the best places to eat around D.C. He watched her eat four slices of pizza and five sticks of garlic bread. He had only two slices and three sticks of garlic bread.
"Are you going to tell your family?" asked Angie.
"I'll wait a while longer. My sisters have been trying to marry me off for so long that I just want to make them squirm some more. I don't want to give them the satisfaction that I'm married," said Quatre.
"Oh. Is it that bad?" asked Angie as she rested her chin on her hands. Quatre gave her a strange look, and she laughed at him.
'He's really something. I can't believe I didn't notice before. I want to stay married to him. I think I'm in love,' thought Angie, "Does he want me as his wife? Or is it because the baby is a boy?' That was a disturbing thought. Actually, Quatre's behavior didn't change when he found out that the baby was a boy. He seemed just the same. Angie knew now that he was anxious about being a father.
"I'm scared, Quatre," said Angie out loud.
"About what?" asked Quatre.
"This whole thing. Do we know what we're doing?" asked Angie as she gestured to her middle area.
"First of all, no parent knows what he or she is doing when they first start. Second of all, children can smell fear like sharks. We shouldn't let him know that we're scared," said Quatre as he took her hand.
"I just hope everything will be fine," said Angie.
"I hope so, too," agreed Quatre.
* * *
They got back to Angie's place really late. It was after midnight. Angie didn't want Quatre to drive back to his hotel so late.
"Why don't you just stay here for the evening?" invited Angie.
"Are you sure?" asked Quatre.
"I would be very sad if you died driving back to the hotel because you couldn't keep you eyes opened," answered Angie sincerely.
"Sure. I'll stay. I'll sleep on the sofa," said Quatre.
"All right," said Angie as she went to go and get some blankets for him.
'I don't believe this. I've only been married for a month, and I'm already sleeping on the couch. Then again, I've only been in the same bed with my wife only once,' thought Quatre with a smirk on his face.
"Here you go," said Angie as she gave him blankets and a pillow.
"Thanks," said Quatre.
They went to bed in separate rooms. Angie got into her king sized bed. She thought about her husband sleeping in the other room. Angie felt a little lonely. Quatre was on the couch. He waited a while and finally fell asleep.
* * *
The next morning, Angie woke up early. It was Friday morning. Angie had the day off. She went to the kitchen. Angie saw Quatre sleeping on the couch. Some of his blankets had fallen off. Angie went over there and put them back in place. She decided to wait a while before she made breakfast. It was about seven in the morning. Suddenly, she felt her stomach lurch. She ran to the bathroom, and slammed the door shut. Quatre woke up when he heard the door slam. He walked over to the bathroom. He could hear her throwing up. Quatre opened the door and went inside. He walked over to her, and rubbed her back gently until she stopped. Angie got up from the floor with Quatre's help. He watched her brush her teeth.
"Good morning," said Quatre.
"What's so good about it?" asked Angie in an agitated tone.
Quatre decided wisely not to respond to that question. Angie went back to the bed and to lie down. Quatre followed her to her room. She was buried under the sheets.
"I don't want to go to work," wiled Angie from underneath the sheets.
"Then, take another sick day. We'll spend the day together," suggested Quatre as he sat down next to her on the bed. Angie lifted off the blankets. Quatre was sitting on the bed wearing a pair of boxer shorts and a white tank top. Angie had forgotten how well built he was. He was muscular and lean. His platinum blonde hair was a little messy, but cute. His eyes gazed down at her. She felt safe around him.
"I'll call work. I've been out a lot lately, but I think I can get some more time off," said Angie.
"Well, at least try. I'll make some breakfast while you call the hospital," said Quatre as he got up from the bed. Angie reached over to the phone and called the hospital. She got the day off from the hospital. Angie found Quatre in the kitchen making some eggs.
"The toast is ready," said Quatre.
Angie sat down. She ate the toast. Quatre sat down with some eggs and bacon. He was across from her. He poured her some orange juice.
"What do you want to do today?" asked Angie.
"I have to go back to my hotel and get a change of clothes. After that we can do whatever you want," said Quatre.
"Why don't you just stay here for the rest of your time here? You can have the couch," suggested Angie with a teasing smile.
"I suppose it's better than driving back and forth from here to the hotel," agreed Quatre with a smile.
"It isn't against the law for you to be in the house as your wife," said Angie.
"Of course not. I always wanted to check out the Smithsonian," said Quatre.
"You mean for all the time you came here, you haven't seen it?" asked Angie with disbelief.
"No. Something always came up. Either that or I was here for business," answered Quatre.
"Well then, that's where we'll go. It's been a while since I've been there myself. What exhibit do you want to see?" asked Angie. It was nice to know that Quatre knew how to cook she thought as she ate.
"The Wright brothers' plane," answered Quatre.
"Is that all you pilots ever think about? Planes? Things that fly?" asked Angie.
"No. We think about other things. I want to see it. I've never had a chance to before," answered Quatre with a mock defensive tone.
"Calm down, Quatre," said Angie with a giggle.
"I was joking," said Quatre.
"Oh really?" asked Angie with one of her eyebrows up. They both burst out laughing.
* * *
They went to the museum. They also had lunch at a café. Angie brought Quatre to an outdoor market. Angie bought all sorts of fresh food. Quatre was carrying most of the food she bought. Angie and Quatre had some caramel apples.
Quatre spotted a jewelry store. He suddenly remembered that he still had to get wedding bands for them. "Come with me, Angie," said Quatre gently.
"Where?" asked Angie brightly. She was wearing a light sundress. Her hair was loose and silky. She was also wearing a hat and sunglasses. Quatre was dressed causally in a pair of brown slacks and a blue shirt. He was wearing a pair of sunglasses, too.
"The jewelry store over there," pointed Quatre.
"Why?" asked Angie.
"We need wedding bands," answered Quatre.
"Oh," said Angie when she caught up with him. They walked into the store together. The man's at the counters eyes widened when he saw Quatre.
"Mr. Winner?" asked the man.
"That's me. Actually we'd like to look at your rings. The wedding bands," said Quatre.
"Of course," said the man nervously. He looked at Angie as he brought out a selection of bands.
"Here we are, Mr. Winner," said the man. Quatre looked at the rings. Angie stood next to him. Quatre took her hand, and looked at the salesman.
"Aren't you going to measure our fingers?" asked Quatre.
"Yes. Of course. Where did I put the sizer?" said the man frantically.
"Do you always have this effect on people?" whispered Angie.
"Not always. I don't notice anymore. I'm used to it," answered Quatre back in a whisper. The salesman found the sizer. Angie offered her hand to be measure, and then Quatre was measured, too.
"Is there anything you'd like in particular? We can have something custom made for you," offered the man.
Angie and Quatre looked at the rings. Angie kept suggesting simple bands. Quatre didn't like what he saw. He shook his head. None of them seemed right.
"I don't like any of these. None of these will do," stated Quatre firmly. Angie looked at him.
"It's alright, Quatre. It doesn't matter. They all look fine," insisted Angie.
"No. Thank you for your time, sir," said Quatre.
"Sorry, I couldn't help you, Mr. Winner. Mrs. Winner," said the man as they left.
"Thank you," said Angie.
* * *
Quatre found out that Angie was a really good cook. She made some great Asian dish. She even had chopsticks. Quatre didn't know that she could cook food like that, but he did know that she knew how to bake.
"Why didn't you like any of the rings?" asked Angie.
"I just didn't like them. I'll get the rings later. It will be a surprise," said Quatre with a smile. He had a good idea for the rings. Quatre wanted the rings to be unique, so he would contract a jeweler. He was going to have the wedding bands custom made.
"Tell me," pleaded Angie with a sweet smile on her beautiful face.
"No," said Quatre in a teasing voice.
"Why not?" asked Angie.
"Because," answered Quatre.
"I bet that I could get you to tell me," said Angie.
"I know better than to bet with you, Angie. Sorry, I want it to be a surprise," said Quatre.
"Oh, you're not fair. How about a hint?" asked Angie.
"No," answered Quatre with smile as he took a sip of some cranberry juice.
"Aw. Look Quatre I really don't want anything too fancy. Just something simple. I'm not a real all frills girl," said Angie with a pout.
"I know that. But, you are unique," said Quatre.
"Fine. I won't ask anymore about it," said Angie in surrender.
They spent the evening together at Angie's place. They talked about their families. Quatre agreed that they should tell Angie's parents first. Quatre wanted to meet the people who made his wife. 'They must be special people,' thought Quatre. Quatre talked about his sisters. Angie listened with interest. She asked about his days as a Gundam pilot. Quatre told her a little bit. He left out his first experience with the Zero system. He didn't think it was something he wanted to talk about. Quatre had the sudden realization that he had parents-in-laws. He hadn't had a parents in a while. He wondered what they would think of him. For some strange reason, Quatre wanted to seek the approval of her parents.
They went to bed. Angie was in the bedroom. Quatre was on the couch. They both had a good night's sleep.
* * *
It was now Saturday morning. Angie had forgotten something important. She had forgotten the fact that she had made a shopping date with Sidney. So, she forgot that Sidney was coming.
Angie and Quatre were having breakfast. There was a knock at the door. Angie swallowed her orange juice. Who could that be?
"I'll be right back," said Angie as she wiped her mouth with a napkin. She went to the door. Angie's eyes widen in surprise when she saw Sidney at the door.
"Hi-" started Sidney. Angie slammed the door on her face.
"What?" asked Quatre.
"Sidney's here," said Angie in surprised voice.
"What's she doing here?" asked Quatre as he got up from his sit.
"I don't know," answered Angie.
"Angie? Are you alright? Open the door. Let me in, Angie," said Sidney.
"What are we going to do?" asked Angie.
"I--," said Quatre. He was interrupt by Sidney opening the door.
"You know if you are going to be that rude…at least remember to lock the door," said Sidney as she let herself inside. She froze when she saw Quatre and Angie standing there.
Quatre was dressed in boxer shorts and a black tank top. Angie was dressed in a long nightshirt without any pajama bottoms.
"Well, I didn't expect this. What are you doing here, Quatre?" asked Sidney as she folded her arms over her chest.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. I do own the new characters. Please don't steal.
Angela was back at work in the lab. She had spent the last couple of days avoiding her friends. She just couldn't face Chris or Sidney. Especially, Sidney. What was she going to say? "I'm married and pregnant to one of your other closest friend?"
Dr. Hart was also kind of sick. The morning sickness had kicked in at full force, and she couldn't keep anything down. Quatre promised he would call before he went back to L4. Angie had to get in touch with Dr. Wong. But, she couldn't get one of the nurses to do it because they would figure out something was wrong. Dr. Wong was known for being an OBGYN. Most of the female doctors at Saving Grace had their own doctors over there. It would look suspicious. She made the call during her lunch break with her cell phone. The appointment was scheduled at 11:00 am on Thursday. The day was Monday. She tried to reach Quatre on his personal line, but he didn't pick up. Angie was walking back from the parking lot when she ran into Sidney.
"Hey, Angie! Wait up!" called Sidney. Angie tried to hide her groan.
"Hi Sidney," greeted Angie.
"I haven't seen you the last couple of days. Where have you been hiding yourself? By the way, what happened at the medical conference? I hope you enjoyed yourself," said Sidney happily.
"Nothing much happened. I've just been feeling under the weather that's all," lied Angie.
"Oh. What do you have some sort of flu?" asked Sidney with concern.
"Something like that," answered Angie avoiding the other questions. She just wanted to get away from her best friend. Sidney had the flaw of caring too much and having too much curiosity for her own good.
"Let's go shopping this weekend. We can catch up. It feels like I haven't seen you in ages," suggested Sidney with a smile.
"Sure," answered Angie without thinking.
* * *
Angie and Quatre were waiting in the waiting room of New Saint Hospital on the other side of Washington, D.C. Quatre and Angie were quite nervous. They thought that they were being watched. Quatre told the nurse that he was there as a friend. Angie was the one who suggested it. Quatre was starting to feel uncomfortable with all the lying he was doing. He shifted a little bit. Angie was biting her bottom lip. Quatre had figured out that it was nervous habit of hers.
"Ms. Hart, the doctor will see you now," called a nurse from the examination area.
Both of them stood up. Quatre let her go through the door first. The examination room was pretty standard. Quatre had never been to this kind of doctor's office before. There were metal stirrups. He looked at those with uncertainty. There was a tray with all sorts of instruments. There was a sonogram machine. Quatre didn't like this office. 'And I thought my doctor's office was bad,' thought Quatre eyeing the equipment with apprehension. Angie started laughing.
"What?" asked Quatre with a clueless look on his face.
"The look on your face is priceless. You don't like the things in this room?" teased Angie.
"Oh. Stop it," said Quatre with a smile. She was constantly teasing him. He took it in stride. It was nice to have someone to laugh with. Someone who was comfortable to be with.
"Here is a gown. Please take off all your clothes, but keep your underwear on. Put this on. The doctor should be in to see you soon," instructed the nurse as she handed a paper gown to Angie. Angie nodded, and the nurse left. Quatre turned around and let her change without him watching her.
"You can turn around now," said Angie. Quatre turned around. "Help me get on this thing," requested Angie referring to the bed. Quatre helped her up. They waited five more minutes for the doctor to come.
"Hello, Ms. Hart. My name is Dr. Paula Wong," said sweet looking Asian doctor. She smiled at the couple in front of her. "Mr. Winner?" asked Dr. Wong.
"Yes. That's who I am," answered Quatre.
"Well, we should get you examined. Do you know how far along you are?" asked Dr. Wong.
"About four weeks. Give or take a few days," answered Angie.
"Any discomfort?"
"Not really. Just some morning sickness."
"Are you the father?" asked Dr. Wong looking at Quatre. Quatre stumbled back in surprise. He looked at Angie. Angie gave him an expectant look. Quatre numbly nodded and gulped.
"Dr. Wong, we have a bit of a request to make of you," said Angie.
"Oh. I see. This was an unexpected event," said Dr. Wong.
"We are married. We have been for about four weeks," said Quatre.
"Ah. The same time as long as Mrs. Winner has been pregnant. My. You do work fast. Don't you two?" remarked Dr. Wong with a smile. Angie was blushing. Quatre's mouth was opened wide.
"Dr. Wong, we haven't official announce the marriage to the public. We would like some time together. We need to keep this quiet for the time being. The press will have a field day," pleaded Angie.
"I consider this to be part of doctor-patient confidentiality. Don't worry your secret is safe with me," reassured Dr. Wong, "Don't worry, Mr. Winner. Most first time fathers are nervous. It's perfectly normal. You'll be fine."
Dr. Wong did her examination of Angie. Angie had her legs in the stirrup, and Quatre stayed and watched. Dr. Wong turned on the sonogram machine and did one. She froze the view right where the baby was. She turned on the heart monitor. Quatre's eyes lit up. Angie had a smile on her face.
"That's your baby's heartbeat," said Dr. Wong. Quatre was now next to his wife.
"It isn't doing much is it?" remarked Quatre looking at the little person on the screen.
"What are you expecting back flips?" asked Angie with smirk.
"No. Maybe, some swimming or something. I don't know. It's cute," said Quatre as he touched the image on the screen.
"Do you want to know the baby's sex?" asked Dr. Wong.
"Um…" started Quatre. He looked at Angie. She shrugged her shoulders.
"I'll leave and come back," said Dr. Wong as she stood up and left the room.
"Do you want to know?" asked Quatre as soon as Dr. Wong had left.
"Well, it would make picking out names easier. We could also get things for it ahead of time. Do you want to know?" asked Angie.
"I guess. It doesn't really matter what the baby is," answered Quatre. He really didn't care. The investors, his sisters, and everyone else cared. They wanted a boy.
"I'll make a bet with you that it's a boy," said Angie.
"Hey. Let's not bet on this. But…then again, what do I get if I win?" asked Quatre with a smile.
"Dinner with your wife while she's still civil," answered Angie.
"I'll take that bet. I bet it's a girl. Knowing my family. It's a girl," said Quatre with great certainty. Angie rolled her eyes at him. Angie and he shook hands. Dr. Wong came back.
"Well, what have you decided?" asked Dr. Wong.
"We'd like to know the sex of the baby. We have a bet going on," answered Angie. Dr. Wong looked at them funny. Quatre and Angie smiled back at her. She let out a sigh. 'Boy, are those two made for each other,' thought Dr. Wong.
"The baby is a boy. He's doing very well. So, are you, Mrs. Winner," answered Dr. Wong.
"HAHAHAHAHA! I told you so. I knew that I was right," exclaimed Angie excitedly.
"A boy?" asked Quatre stunned. Dr. Wong nodded.
"You lost. The good news is: you still have to take me to dinner," said Angie happily.
"I was sure it was girl," insisted Quatre in a happy tone of disbelief.
Quatre was still mumbling to himself when Angie had finished changing. She looked at him strangely. She had to yank him out of the room and to car.
* * *
Angie insisted on a pizzeria this time. Quatre had to admit it. She knew all the best places to eat around D.C. He watched her eat four slices of pizza and five sticks of garlic bread. He had only two slices and three sticks of garlic bread.
"Are you going to tell your family?" asked Angie.
"I'll wait a while longer. My sisters have been trying to marry me off for so long that I just want to make them squirm some more. I don't want to give them the satisfaction that I'm married," said Quatre.
"Oh. Is it that bad?" asked Angie as she rested her chin on her hands. Quatre gave her a strange look, and she laughed at him.
'He's really something. I can't believe I didn't notice before. I want to stay married to him. I think I'm in love,' thought Angie, "Does he want me as his wife? Or is it because the baby is a boy?' That was a disturbing thought. Actually, Quatre's behavior didn't change when he found out that the baby was a boy. He seemed just the same. Angie knew now that he was anxious about being a father.
"I'm scared, Quatre," said Angie out loud.
"About what?" asked Quatre.
"This whole thing. Do we know what we're doing?" asked Angie as she gestured to her middle area.
"First of all, no parent knows what he or she is doing when they first start. Second of all, children can smell fear like sharks. We shouldn't let him know that we're scared," said Quatre as he took her hand.
"I just hope everything will be fine," said Angie.
"I hope so, too," agreed Quatre.
* * *
They got back to Angie's place really late. It was after midnight. Angie didn't want Quatre to drive back to his hotel so late.
"Why don't you just stay here for the evening?" invited Angie.
"Are you sure?" asked Quatre.
"I would be very sad if you died driving back to the hotel because you couldn't keep you eyes opened," answered Angie sincerely.
"Sure. I'll stay. I'll sleep on the sofa," said Quatre.
"All right," said Angie as she went to go and get some blankets for him.
'I don't believe this. I've only been married for a month, and I'm already sleeping on the couch. Then again, I've only been in the same bed with my wife only once,' thought Quatre with a smirk on his face.
"Here you go," said Angie as she gave him blankets and a pillow.
"Thanks," said Quatre.
They went to bed in separate rooms. Angie got into her king sized bed. She thought about her husband sleeping in the other room. Angie felt a little lonely. Quatre was on the couch. He waited a while and finally fell asleep.
* * *
The next morning, Angie woke up early. It was Friday morning. Angie had the day off. She went to the kitchen. Angie saw Quatre sleeping on the couch. Some of his blankets had fallen off. Angie went over there and put them back in place. She decided to wait a while before she made breakfast. It was about seven in the morning. Suddenly, she felt her stomach lurch. She ran to the bathroom, and slammed the door shut. Quatre woke up when he heard the door slam. He walked over to the bathroom. He could hear her throwing up. Quatre opened the door and went inside. He walked over to her, and rubbed her back gently until she stopped. Angie got up from the floor with Quatre's help. He watched her brush her teeth.
"Good morning," said Quatre.
"What's so good about it?" asked Angie in an agitated tone.
Quatre decided wisely not to respond to that question. Angie went back to the bed and to lie down. Quatre followed her to her room. She was buried under the sheets.
"I don't want to go to work," wiled Angie from underneath the sheets.
"Then, take another sick day. We'll spend the day together," suggested Quatre as he sat down next to her on the bed. Angie lifted off the blankets. Quatre was sitting on the bed wearing a pair of boxer shorts and a white tank top. Angie had forgotten how well built he was. He was muscular and lean. His platinum blonde hair was a little messy, but cute. His eyes gazed down at her. She felt safe around him.
"I'll call work. I've been out a lot lately, but I think I can get some more time off," said Angie.
"Well, at least try. I'll make some breakfast while you call the hospital," said Quatre as he got up from the bed. Angie reached over to the phone and called the hospital. She got the day off from the hospital. Angie found Quatre in the kitchen making some eggs.
"The toast is ready," said Quatre.
Angie sat down. She ate the toast. Quatre sat down with some eggs and bacon. He was across from her. He poured her some orange juice.
"What do you want to do today?" asked Angie.
"I have to go back to my hotel and get a change of clothes. After that we can do whatever you want," said Quatre.
"Why don't you just stay here for the rest of your time here? You can have the couch," suggested Angie with a teasing smile.
"I suppose it's better than driving back and forth from here to the hotel," agreed Quatre with a smile.
"It isn't against the law for you to be in the house as your wife," said Angie.
"Of course not. I always wanted to check out the Smithsonian," said Quatre.
"You mean for all the time you came here, you haven't seen it?" asked Angie with disbelief.
"No. Something always came up. Either that or I was here for business," answered Quatre.
"Well then, that's where we'll go. It's been a while since I've been there myself. What exhibit do you want to see?" asked Angie. It was nice to know that Quatre knew how to cook she thought as she ate.
"The Wright brothers' plane," answered Quatre.
"Is that all you pilots ever think about? Planes? Things that fly?" asked Angie.
"No. We think about other things. I want to see it. I've never had a chance to before," answered Quatre with a mock defensive tone.
"Calm down, Quatre," said Angie with a giggle.
"I was joking," said Quatre.
"Oh really?" asked Angie with one of her eyebrows up. They both burst out laughing.
* * *
They went to the museum. They also had lunch at a café. Angie brought Quatre to an outdoor market. Angie bought all sorts of fresh food. Quatre was carrying most of the food she bought. Angie and Quatre had some caramel apples.
Quatre spotted a jewelry store. He suddenly remembered that he still had to get wedding bands for them. "Come with me, Angie," said Quatre gently.
"Where?" asked Angie brightly. She was wearing a light sundress. Her hair was loose and silky. She was also wearing a hat and sunglasses. Quatre was dressed causally in a pair of brown slacks and a blue shirt. He was wearing a pair of sunglasses, too.
"The jewelry store over there," pointed Quatre.
"Why?" asked Angie.
"We need wedding bands," answered Quatre.
"Oh," said Angie when she caught up with him. They walked into the store together. The man's at the counters eyes widened when he saw Quatre.
"Mr. Winner?" asked the man.
"That's me. Actually we'd like to look at your rings. The wedding bands," said Quatre.
"Of course," said the man nervously. He looked at Angie as he brought out a selection of bands.
"Here we are, Mr. Winner," said the man. Quatre looked at the rings. Angie stood next to him. Quatre took her hand, and looked at the salesman.
"Aren't you going to measure our fingers?" asked Quatre.
"Yes. Of course. Where did I put the sizer?" said the man frantically.
"Do you always have this effect on people?" whispered Angie.
"Not always. I don't notice anymore. I'm used to it," answered Quatre back in a whisper. The salesman found the sizer. Angie offered her hand to be measure, and then Quatre was measured, too.
"Is there anything you'd like in particular? We can have something custom made for you," offered the man.
Angie and Quatre looked at the rings. Angie kept suggesting simple bands. Quatre didn't like what he saw. He shook his head. None of them seemed right.
"I don't like any of these. None of these will do," stated Quatre firmly. Angie looked at him.
"It's alright, Quatre. It doesn't matter. They all look fine," insisted Angie.
"No. Thank you for your time, sir," said Quatre.
"Sorry, I couldn't help you, Mr. Winner. Mrs. Winner," said the man as they left.
"Thank you," said Angie.
* * *
Quatre found out that Angie was a really good cook. She made some great Asian dish. She even had chopsticks. Quatre didn't know that she could cook food like that, but he did know that she knew how to bake.
"Why didn't you like any of the rings?" asked Angie.
"I just didn't like them. I'll get the rings later. It will be a surprise," said Quatre with a smile. He had a good idea for the rings. Quatre wanted the rings to be unique, so he would contract a jeweler. He was going to have the wedding bands custom made.
"Tell me," pleaded Angie with a sweet smile on her beautiful face.
"No," said Quatre in a teasing voice.
"Why not?" asked Angie.
"Because," answered Quatre.
"I bet that I could get you to tell me," said Angie.
"I know better than to bet with you, Angie. Sorry, I want it to be a surprise," said Quatre.
"Oh, you're not fair. How about a hint?" asked Angie.
"No," answered Quatre with smile as he took a sip of some cranberry juice.
"Aw. Look Quatre I really don't want anything too fancy. Just something simple. I'm not a real all frills girl," said Angie with a pout.
"I know that. But, you are unique," said Quatre.
"Fine. I won't ask anymore about it," said Angie in surrender.
They spent the evening together at Angie's place. They talked about their families. Quatre agreed that they should tell Angie's parents first. Quatre wanted to meet the people who made his wife. 'They must be special people,' thought Quatre. Quatre talked about his sisters. Angie listened with interest. She asked about his days as a Gundam pilot. Quatre told her a little bit. He left out his first experience with the Zero system. He didn't think it was something he wanted to talk about. Quatre had the sudden realization that he had parents-in-laws. He hadn't had a parents in a while. He wondered what they would think of him. For some strange reason, Quatre wanted to seek the approval of her parents.
They went to bed. Angie was in the bedroom. Quatre was on the couch. They both had a good night's sleep.
* * *
It was now Saturday morning. Angie had forgotten something important. She had forgotten the fact that she had made a shopping date with Sidney. So, she forgot that Sidney was coming.
Angie and Quatre were having breakfast. There was a knock at the door. Angie swallowed her orange juice. Who could that be?
"I'll be right back," said Angie as she wiped her mouth with a napkin. She went to the door. Angie's eyes widen in surprise when she saw Sidney at the door.
"Hi-" started Sidney. Angie slammed the door on her face.
"What?" asked Quatre.
"Sidney's here," said Angie in surprised voice.
"What's she doing here?" asked Quatre as he got up from his sit.
"I don't know," answered Angie.
"Angie? Are you alright? Open the door. Let me in, Angie," said Sidney.
"What are we going to do?" asked Angie.
"I--," said Quatre. He was interrupt by Sidney opening the door.
"You know if you are going to be that rude…at least remember to lock the door," said Sidney as she let herself inside. She froze when she saw Quatre and Angie standing there.
Quatre was dressed in boxer shorts and a black tank top. Angie was dressed in a long nightshirt without any pajama bottoms.
"Well, I didn't expect this. What are you doing here, Quatre?" asked Sidney as she folded her arms over her chest.