Accidental Marriage - Part 8
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. I torture the characters as a hobby.
Quatre and Angie arrived at Prince Rupert Island, B.C. in Canada on a Friday evening. Sidney had come up with some thing to cover for Angie. Duo agreed to attend a meeting in Quatre's place for him. Everything was being taken care off. Sidney and Duo had also offered to pack up some of Angie's things for the move to the big house. Heero asked what was going on, and Sidney said that she was helping Angie move. Duo was helping. Heero didn't ask why Angie was moving because Sidney had threatened to make him help. Heero decided that he wanted to spend the day with Alex.
Quatre had just meet Angie's parents. Jacob Hart was a big man. He was slender in built, but tall. He was a proud looking man. His hair was black and his skin was darker than Angie's by about a shade. Angie's mother, Coral Hart, was a petite woman like her daughter. She was elegant and calm. She was also slim. Her hair was a dark brown color like Angie's. Her eyes were almond shaped like Angie's. Angie had her father's amber eye color. He had a stern look on his face the moment he laid eyes on Quatre. Angie knew that her mother would have told her father to soften to blow. They all had dinner in the large Hart house. Actually, the Hart house was more like a mansion. It had fifteen bedrooms.
"This is very delicious, Mrs. Hart," said Quatre complimenting his mother-in-law's cooking.
"Thank you very much, Quatre. That's very sweet of you," said Mrs. Hart.
Mr. Hart's jaw tightened even more so. It was a wonder how any food got into his mouth. Angie was sitting next to her father. Quatre was across from her. Mr. and Mrs. Hart sat at either head of the table. Quatre knew by looking at Angie that she was mixed. He couldn't tell though which cultures made her up. But, looking at her parents, Quatre was able to figure out what Angie's racial background was without asking. Mr. Hart was half African-British and half Regular British. Mrs. Hart was half Chinese and half Indian-British. They both spoke with the same upper class accent that Angie had. Quatre admired the fact that his wife was made up of four different cultures. There were moments of uncomfortable silence throughout the dinner. Mr. Hart intimidated Quatre. Mr. Hart was a very formidable man.
"I must say. I was surprised to hear that our daughter was married to you, Mr. Winner," said Mr. Hart. Angie had told her mother everything, but begged her not to say everything to her father. So, Mr. Hart was out of the loop.
"Stop that, Jacob. Don't do that to your own son-in-law," said Mrs. Hart. She had taken an immediate liking to Quatre the moment she had meet him.
"Do you expect me just to accept this, Coral?" asked Mr. Hart in an angry tone.
"Daddy, please don't get mad," pleaded Angie.
"Mr. Hart, we will being having a formal wedding soon. We promise," added Quatre.
"Mr. Winner, I don't care that you are one of the richest men on Earth and the Colonies. I demand an explanation right now. I don't care if you fought in the wars as a Gundam pilot. To be frank, I don't approve of fighting. Or war. Why did you marry my daughter? I know that there's something going on here than you three aren't letting on. Don't look at me like that Coral," commanded Mr. Hart.
Quatre tried not to gulp. He wanted to say that he didn't believe in war either, but his tongue was tied. Angie had a stricken look on her face. She stood up from the table.
"Where are you going, Angie?" asked her mother.
"I knew that this was a bad idea. We wanted to tell you before the press gets a hold of it. Now, I'm thinking it would have been better if they did, and you found that way," cried Angie. She ran out of the room with tears streaming down her cheeks. She was usually tougher than that, but lately the mood swings were getting worse. Quatre looked up from where he was. He got up and followed her without looking at her father.
"Look what you've done. You should be happy that Angie's married to such wonderful man. A man that treats her right," scolded Coral.
"I don't care. I don't like him," declared Jacob stubbornly.
His wife glared at him, and they finished their dinner in silence.
Quatre caught up with Angie in her childhood bedroom. She was sitting on the bed sobbing. Quatre sat next to her. He held her until she stopped crying.
"I am so sorry, Angie," said Quatre.
"My father's disappointed in me," gulped Angie.
"No. He's not. He loves you very much. He just has to adjust," said Quatre softly. Quatre suddenly realized something. Mr. Hart was a lot like his father. He had been thinking a lot about his father lately. Jacob Hart was just like his father. He was stern yet loving. He demanded obedience from his child. Just like Quatre's father did with him. Quatre hated disappointing his father more than anything, but he had to when he became a Gundam pilot. His father had told him not to continue, but Quatre did it anyway. For some strange reason, it was comforting to know that Jacob Hart was a lot like his father. Jacob Hart looked down on Quatre's actions in war the way his father did.
"Should we tell him about the baby?" asked Angie in a whisper.
"We'll wait awhile longer," said Quatre reassuringly. They heard a knock on the door. "Come in," said Quatre.
"Hello, you two. I was wondering if you were all right, Angela. It just seems strange that you left like that. Please try and understand your father," said Coral in a soft voice.
"Where is he now?" asked Angie wiping the tears from her face.
"He's now hold up in his study. Probably doing some paperwork to easy his mind. My husband's retired Quatre, but he still likes to look at our stock portfolio. Why don't you two come back down? We'll have dessert in the breakfast nook. It's a lot nicer," offered Coral with a smile.
"Thanks, Mrs. Hart," said Quatre with a smile.
"Mrs. Hart is so formal. It makes me feel old. Call me Coral. That is until your comfortable enough to a call me Mum," said Coral.
"Don't tell him that Mum. You'll scare him off," said Angie in a small voice.
"Please, if he survived your father through that dinner, then he could survive this family," said Coral with a smile. She took both of them downstairs. They had dessert. Angela ate five servings of ice cream. Her mother watched her with questioning eyes. Quatre didn't notice. This was perfectly normal for him. Mr. Hart had finally emerged from his office.
"Mr. Winner, you have the room on the East Wing," announced Mr. Hart.
"Oh, Jacob. They're married. It's not wrong to be in the same room together for the evening. Don't listen to him, Quatre. Your place is with Angie. Ignore him. Both of you," said Mrs. Hart in an exasperated tone.
Mr. Hart looked like steam was going to come out of his ears. "I'll be in my study," he said gruffly as he left the room.
Angie watched this all with great interest, but started yawning. Coral noticed. "You should go to bed, Love," ordered Coral gently.
"I'll see you in the morning, Mum. Give Dad a kiss for me," said Angie as she kissed her mother good night on the cheek.
"Good night, Coral," said Quatre.
"No. Wait, Quatre. I would like to talk to you," said Coral gently.
"It's all right. Stay and talk to my mum," said Angie. She walked back to her room for bed. Quatre turned to see Coral looking at him. She was studying him. She patted at the seat that Angie had previously occupied. Quatre took the seat.
"You much be wondering why my husband is like that," said Coral.
"Not really. I understand. My father was a lot like him," said Quatre.
"Yes. I've heard about your father, Quatre. He was a good man. Just like his son," said Coral with a smile. Quatre looked at her with a smile of his own.
"I know that Mr. Hart loves Angie very much. So do I. That's why I'm not taking it personally that he doesn't like me. I would probably do the same in his place," said Quatre thoughtfully.
"Angela is our only child. She's one of a kind. She was the thing that brought out Jacob's tender side. Believe or not. He does have one. We tried to have more than one child, but it was never possible. We had a hard time having her, Quatre," said Coral.
"My parents had a hard time having a boy. Me," shared Quatre.
"Did she tell you that she had cancer when she was fourteen?" asked Coral. Quatre shook his head. He didn't know about that. Coral let out a sigh. "I suppose it slips her mind that she was ever sick. When she was sick we were so afraid of losing her. My husband took it more badly than I did. He couldn't stand the thought of losing her. That's why he's so overprotective. It broke his heart when Angie decided to go to Washington, D.C. to practice instead of staying in British Columbia. He feels like you stole his baby away from him. Jacob has very soft inside that he protects with a tough outside," revealed Coral.
"I didn't know that she had cancer. Is that why she does research in that area? What kind did she have?" asked Quatre.
"Yes. That's why she does the work that she does. She wants to save people from it, and hopeful prevent cancer. She had thyroid cancer. It was minor, but it nearly killed her," answered Coral.
"She's made of tough stuff herself. She must get that from both of you," said Quatre in an amazed voice.
"She gets her stubborn streak from her father," admitted Coral with a laugh.
"Any tips on how to handle someone that stubborn?" joked Quatre.
They both laughed. They talk some more. Quatre wondered if this was what it was like to have a mother. If so, then this was wonderful. Coral made him feel safe and welcomed into the family. Quatre had always wondered what his mother was like. Coral was a good listener and had lots of wisdom. Quatre had finally decided to go to bed with Angie when Coral stopped him again.
"When were you going to tell me about my grandbaby?" asked Coral.
"Um. How did you find out? Did Angie tell you?" asked Quatre in amazed voice.
"I can tell. I know when something is wrong with my daughter. She didn't have to tell me," said Coral calmly.
"But, how?" asked Quatre. 'Is she a psychic?' thought Quatre.
"First of all, at dinner she was having so much to eat. There was also that emotional outburst earlier. My suspicious were confirmed when she had all that ice cream, and you didn't seem to notice," said Coral with a triumphant smile on her face.
"She over two months along. The baby is a boy," informed Quatre.
"A boy? Well, I don't have much experience with little boys. But, I think I can manage," said Coral thoughtfully.
"Aren't going to ask about the time?" asked Quatre nervously. He could feel his ears turn red.
"No. That's between you and Angie. It's none of my business. As long as I have a grandson on the way, I don't really care how this miracle came about. I also know that you love her very much," said Coral. Quatre let out a sigh of relief.
"Are you going to tell, Mr. Hart? He has a right to know, but are you going to?" asked Quatre.
"No. I'll leave that up to you two. He'll be overjoyed at having a grandchild. Besides, he wouldn't be able to tell anyway until she starts to show. You men don't know anything about this sort of thing without us telling you, " remarked Coral with a smile.
"Good night, Coral," said Quatre with relief. At least one of them liked him.
"Good night, Quatre," said Coral back.
Quatre went back to the room. Angie was already fast asleep. He changed into a tee shirt and pajama bottoms. He climbed into the bed next to her. Her back was to him, and she was sleeping comfortable. Quatre placed his arm around her and pulled her close to him. He went to sleep after a few minutes.
* * *
Angie woke up early in the morning. Actually, she was hungry that's what woke her up. She could feel Quatre's arm around her middle. 'I suppose it shouldn't hurt to stay a few more minutes,' thought Angie as she snuggled closer to Quatre. She turned to look at his face. He was sleeping soundly. 'He looks like a little boy when he sleep,' thought Angie. Her appetite caught up with her, and she just couldn't take it anymore. She gave him a kiss on his lips, and got out of his grasp. Quatre's eyes fluttered open.
"Where are you going, honey?" asked Quatre.
"To get some breakfast," answered Angie.
"Oh, I'm going back to sleep it's too early for breakfast," remarked Quatre as he went back to sleep.
"I don't care. The baby and I don't care. We're hungry," said Angie. She gave him a kiss on his cheek, and went downstairs.
Angie came downstairs. One of the maids was there. She offered to make something for Angie because it was about five in the morning, and breakfast hasn't been made yet. Angie said no that she would be making something for herself. Angie had four bagels, five glasses of orange juice, and some cereal for breakfast. On top of that, she still had enough room left for some more when the real breakfast would start. Her mother came down to the kitchen when the maid said that Angie was already up.
"Cravings? This early in the morning," said Coral.
"What?" asked Angie.
"I know about the baby, Love," said Coral.
"You do? We were going to tell you soon. I swear, Mum-" stared Angie.
"That's all right. I knew about it because of the way you've been acting. Quatre was just as surprised as you were right now when I told him I knew. Don't worry. I didn't tell your father," interrupted Coral with a smile. She gave her daughter a hug.
"Are you sure that you're all right about this, Mum?" asked Angie.
"How could I not be all right? I get a grandson," said Coral happily.
"I hope Dad is just as happy," said Angie biting her bottom lip.
"You should tell him soon. So that it can sink in. Tell him at breakfast," recommended Coral.
"I'll tell Quatre that we have to tell him at breakfast," said Angie.
Coral and Angie talked some more about the baby and Quatre. Coral gave her approval of Quatre resoundingly. They were still talking when Quatre came down for breakfast. He gave Angie a kiss on the cheek.
"What have you two been talking about?" asked Quatre.
"We have to tell Daddy about the baby," answered Angie.
"Do we have to? At this rate, I think we should let the baby tell him," joked Quatre.
"As cute as that would be, I think you both have to tell him. Besides, you'll have to wait a few years before the baby can tell him for you," said Coral with a smile.
"I'm willing to wait," said Quatre.
"No, we'll have to tell him, Quatre," insisted Angie.
"Tell me what?" asked Jacob Hart from behind all of them.
"Daddy?" said Angie with uncertainty on her voice.
"Yes, Angie? Is there something that the two of you want to say to me?" asked Jacob Hart. He was trying his hardest to keep his patience.
"Daddy, I'm pregnant," said Angie softly. Quatre rubbed her shoulder. Coral looked at her husband for a reaction.
"Is that so?" asked Mr. Hart after a long silence.
"It's going to be a boy. You're having a grandson," spoke up Quatre.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner, Angela?" asked Mr. Hart.
"Because I thought that you'd be mad, Daddy. You don't know everything about how we got married," started Angie. Coral stopped her.
"Jacob, it doesn't matter how they got married. It only matters that our daughter is happy. Aren't you happy about your impending grandson?" interrupted Coral. She gave an imploring look to her husband. Jacob Hart let out a sigh. Coral knew that Jacob had finally broken down.
"That's wonderful. I'm not mad, sweetheart. I just thought that I would always be there when you got married," said Jacob as he hugged his daughter. He could never stay mad at Angie.
"We'll have a formal ceremony, Mr. Hart, " reassured Quatre.
"Of course, you will. I want it held in this house," insisted Jacob.
Angie took her father's large hand with her small ones. She placed his palm on the baby. Jacob looked at her with wonder and smiled. This was the first smile Jacob Hart has had in days. "I'm hungry. Let's have breakfast," broke in Angie.
"But, didn't you just eat?" asked Quatre dumbfounded.
Her parents laughed at Quatre's questions. They all had breakfast in the dining room.
* * *
Dr. Robert Charles was never one to take will to rejection. He was never rejected by anyone. Angela Hart had burned him pretty badly. She said that she was with someone else. It was now time to find out whom. Robert had been on the computer for hours looking at Angie's information. He found something very interesting. Apparently, Angie had gotten married recently. Actually, a little over two months. All Robert needed was a name. He got one.
"Quatre Raberba Winner," said Robert in very quiet and excited voice.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. I torture the characters as a hobby.
Quatre and Angie arrived at Prince Rupert Island, B.C. in Canada on a Friday evening. Sidney had come up with some thing to cover for Angie. Duo agreed to attend a meeting in Quatre's place for him. Everything was being taken care off. Sidney and Duo had also offered to pack up some of Angie's things for the move to the big house. Heero asked what was going on, and Sidney said that she was helping Angie move. Duo was helping. Heero didn't ask why Angie was moving because Sidney had threatened to make him help. Heero decided that he wanted to spend the day with Alex.
Quatre had just meet Angie's parents. Jacob Hart was a big man. He was slender in built, but tall. He was a proud looking man. His hair was black and his skin was darker than Angie's by about a shade. Angie's mother, Coral Hart, was a petite woman like her daughter. She was elegant and calm. She was also slim. Her hair was a dark brown color like Angie's. Her eyes were almond shaped like Angie's. Angie had her father's amber eye color. He had a stern look on his face the moment he laid eyes on Quatre. Angie knew that her mother would have told her father to soften to blow. They all had dinner in the large Hart house. Actually, the Hart house was more like a mansion. It had fifteen bedrooms.
"This is very delicious, Mrs. Hart," said Quatre complimenting his mother-in-law's cooking.
"Thank you very much, Quatre. That's very sweet of you," said Mrs. Hart.
Mr. Hart's jaw tightened even more so. It was a wonder how any food got into his mouth. Angie was sitting next to her father. Quatre was across from her. Mr. and Mrs. Hart sat at either head of the table. Quatre knew by looking at Angie that she was mixed. He couldn't tell though which cultures made her up. But, looking at her parents, Quatre was able to figure out what Angie's racial background was without asking. Mr. Hart was half African-British and half Regular British. Mrs. Hart was half Chinese and half Indian-British. They both spoke with the same upper class accent that Angie had. Quatre admired the fact that his wife was made up of four different cultures. There were moments of uncomfortable silence throughout the dinner. Mr. Hart intimidated Quatre. Mr. Hart was a very formidable man.
"I must say. I was surprised to hear that our daughter was married to you, Mr. Winner," said Mr. Hart. Angie had told her mother everything, but begged her not to say everything to her father. So, Mr. Hart was out of the loop.
"Stop that, Jacob. Don't do that to your own son-in-law," said Mrs. Hart. She had taken an immediate liking to Quatre the moment she had meet him.
"Do you expect me just to accept this, Coral?" asked Mr. Hart in an angry tone.
"Daddy, please don't get mad," pleaded Angie.
"Mr. Hart, we will being having a formal wedding soon. We promise," added Quatre.
"Mr. Winner, I don't care that you are one of the richest men on Earth and the Colonies. I demand an explanation right now. I don't care if you fought in the wars as a Gundam pilot. To be frank, I don't approve of fighting. Or war. Why did you marry my daughter? I know that there's something going on here than you three aren't letting on. Don't look at me like that Coral," commanded Mr. Hart.
Quatre tried not to gulp. He wanted to say that he didn't believe in war either, but his tongue was tied. Angie had a stricken look on her face. She stood up from the table.
"Where are you going, Angie?" asked her mother.
"I knew that this was a bad idea. We wanted to tell you before the press gets a hold of it. Now, I'm thinking it would have been better if they did, and you found that way," cried Angie. She ran out of the room with tears streaming down her cheeks. She was usually tougher than that, but lately the mood swings were getting worse. Quatre looked up from where he was. He got up and followed her without looking at her father.
"Look what you've done. You should be happy that Angie's married to such wonderful man. A man that treats her right," scolded Coral.
"I don't care. I don't like him," declared Jacob stubbornly.
His wife glared at him, and they finished their dinner in silence.
Quatre caught up with Angie in her childhood bedroom. She was sitting on the bed sobbing. Quatre sat next to her. He held her until she stopped crying.
"I am so sorry, Angie," said Quatre.
"My father's disappointed in me," gulped Angie.
"No. He's not. He loves you very much. He just has to adjust," said Quatre softly. Quatre suddenly realized something. Mr. Hart was a lot like his father. He had been thinking a lot about his father lately. Jacob Hart was just like his father. He was stern yet loving. He demanded obedience from his child. Just like Quatre's father did with him. Quatre hated disappointing his father more than anything, but he had to when he became a Gundam pilot. His father had told him not to continue, but Quatre did it anyway. For some strange reason, it was comforting to know that Jacob Hart was a lot like his father. Jacob Hart looked down on Quatre's actions in war the way his father did.
"Should we tell him about the baby?" asked Angie in a whisper.
"We'll wait awhile longer," said Quatre reassuringly. They heard a knock on the door. "Come in," said Quatre.
"Hello, you two. I was wondering if you were all right, Angela. It just seems strange that you left like that. Please try and understand your father," said Coral in a soft voice.
"Where is he now?" asked Angie wiping the tears from her face.
"He's now hold up in his study. Probably doing some paperwork to easy his mind. My husband's retired Quatre, but he still likes to look at our stock portfolio. Why don't you two come back down? We'll have dessert in the breakfast nook. It's a lot nicer," offered Coral with a smile.
"Thanks, Mrs. Hart," said Quatre with a smile.
"Mrs. Hart is so formal. It makes me feel old. Call me Coral. That is until your comfortable enough to a call me Mum," said Coral.
"Don't tell him that Mum. You'll scare him off," said Angie in a small voice.
"Please, if he survived your father through that dinner, then he could survive this family," said Coral with a smile. She took both of them downstairs. They had dessert. Angela ate five servings of ice cream. Her mother watched her with questioning eyes. Quatre didn't notice. This was perfectly normal for him. Mr. Hart had finally emerged from his office.
"Mr. Winner, you have the room on the East Wing," announced Mr. Hart.
"Oh, Jacob. They're married. It's not wrong to be in the same room together for the evening. Don't listen to him, Quatre. Your place is with Angie. Ignore him. Both of you," said Mrs. Hart in an exasperated tone.
Mr. Hart looked like steam was going to come out of his ears. "I'll be in my study," he said gruffly as he left the room.
Angie watched this all with great interest, but started yawning. Coral noticed. "You should go to bed, Love," ordered Coral gently.
"I'll see you in the morning, Mum. Give Dad a kiss for me," said Angie as she kissed her mother good night on the cheek.
"Good night, Coral," said Quatre.
"No. Wait, Quatre. I would like to talk to you," said Coral gently.
"It's all right. Stay and talk to my mum," said Angie. She walked back to her room for bed. Quatre turned to see Coral looking at him. She was studying him. She patted at the seat that Angie had previously occupied. Quatre took the seat.
"You much be wondering why my husband is like that," said Coral.
"Not really. I understand. My father was a lot like him," said Quatre.
"Yes. I've heard about your father, Quatre. He was a good man. Just like his son," said Coral with a smile. Quatre looked at her with a smile of his own.
"I know that Mr. Hart loves Angie very much. So do I. That's why I'm not taking it personally that he doesn't like me. I would probably do the same in his place," said Quatre thoughtfully.
"Angela is our only child. She's one of a kind. She was the thing that brought out Jacob's tender side. Believe or not. He does have one. We tried to have more than one child, but it was never possible. We had a hard time having her, Quatre," said Coral.
"My parents had a hard time having a boy. Me," shared Quatre.
"Did she tell you that she had cancer when she was fourteen?" asked Coral. Quatre shook his head. He didn't know about that. Coral let out a sigh. "I suppose it slips her mind that she was ever sick. When she was sick we were so afraid of losing her. My husband took it more badly than I did. He couldn't stand the thought of losing her. That's why he's so overprotective. It broke his heart when Angie decided to go to Washington, D.C. to practice instead of staying in British Columbia. He feels like you stole his baby away from him. Jacob has very soft inside that he protects with a tough outside," revealed Coral.
"I didn't know that she had cancer. Is that why she does research in that area? What kind did she have?" asked Quatre.
"Yes. That's why she does the work that she does. She wants to save people from it, and hopeful prevent cancer. She had thyroid cancer. It was minor, but it nearly killed her," answered Coral.
"She's made of tough stuff herself. She must get that from both of you," said Quatre in an amazed voice.
"She gets her stubborn streak from her father," admitted Coral with a laugh.
"Any tips on how to handle someone that stubborn?" joked Quatre.
They both laughed. They talk some more. Quatre wondered if this was what it was like to have a mother. If so, then this was wonderful. Coral made him feel safe and welcomed into the family. Quatre had always wondered what his mother was like. Coral was a good listener and had lots of wisdom. Quatre had finally decided to go to bed with Angie when Coral stopped him again.
"When were you going to tell me about my grandbaby?" asked Coral.
"Um. How did you find out? Did Angie tell you?" asked Quatre in amazed voice.
"I can tell. I know when something is wrong with my daughter. She didn't have to tell me," said Coral calmly.
"But, how?" asked Quatre. 'Is she a psychic?' thought Quatre.
"First of all, at dinner she was having so much to eat. There was also that emotional outburst earlier. My suspicious were confirmed when she had all that ice cream, and you didn't seem to notice," said Coral with a triumphant smile on her face.
"She over two months along. The baby is a boy," informed Quatre.
"A boy? Well, I don't have much experience with little boys. But, I think I can manage," said Coral thoughtfully.
"Aren't going to ask about the time?" asked Quatre nervously. He could feel his ears turn red.
"No. That's between you and Angie. It's none of my business. As long as I have a grandson on the way, I don't really care how this miracle came about. I also know that you love her very much," said Coral. Quatre let out a sigh of relief.
"Are you going to tell, Mr. Hart? He has a right to know, but are you going to?" asked Quatre.
"No. I'll leave that up to you two. He'll be overjoyed at having a grandchild. Besides, he wouldn't be able to tell anyway until she starts to show. You men don't know anything about this sort of thing without us telling you, " remarked Coral with a smile.
"Good night, Coral," said Quatre with relief. At least one of them liked him.
"Good night, Quatre," said Coral back.
Quatre went back to the room. Angie was already fast asleep. He changed into a tee shirt and pajama bottoms. He climbed into the bed next to her. Her back was to him, and she was sleeping comfortable. Quatre placed his arm around her and pulled her close to him. He went to sleep after a few minutes.
* * *
Angie woke up early in the morning. Actually, she was hungry that's what woke her up. She could feel Quatre's arm around her middle. 'I suppose it shouldn't hurt to stay a few more minutes,' thought Angie as she snuggled closer to Quatre. She turned to look at his face. He was sleeping soundly. 'He looks like a little boy when he sleep,' thought Angie. Her appetite caught up with her, and she just couldn't take it anymore. She gave him a kiss on his lips, and got out of his grasp. Quatre's eyes fluttered open.
"Where are you going, honey?" asked Quatre.
"To get some breakfast," answered Angie.
"Oh, I'm going back to sleep it's too early for breakfast," remarked Quatre as he went back to sleep.
"I don't care. The baby and I don't care. We're hungry," said Angie. She gave him a kiss on his cheek, and went downstairs.
Angie came downstairs. One of the maids was there. She offered to make something for Angie because it was about five in the morning, and breakfast hasn't been made yet. Angie said no that she would be making something for herself. Angie had four bagels, five glasses of orange juice, and some cereal for breakfast. On top of that, she still had enough room left for some more when the real breakfast would start. Her mother came down to the kitchen when the maid said that Angie was already up.
"Cravings? This early in the morning," said Coral.
"What?" asked Angie.
"I know about the baby, Love," said Coral.
"You do? We were going to tell you soon. I swear, Mum-" stared Angie.
"That's all right. I knew about it because of the way you've been acting. Quatre was just as surprised as you were right now when I told him I knew. Don't worry. I didn't tell your father," interrupted Coral with a smile. She gave her daughter a hug.
"Are you sure that you're all right about this, Mum?" asked Angie.
"How could I not be all right? I get a grandson," said Coral happily.
"I hope Dad is just as happy," said Angie biting her bottom lip.
"You should tell him soon. So that it can sink in. Tell him at breakfast," recommended Coral.
"I'll tell Quatre that we have to tell him at breakfast," said Angie.
Coral and Angie talked some more about the baby and Quatre. Coral gave her approval of Quatre resoundingly. They were still talking when Quatre came down for breakfast. He gave Angie a kiss on the cheek.
"What have you two been talking about?" asked Quatre.
"We have to tell Daddy about the baby," answered Angie.
"Do we have to? At this rate, I think we should let the baby tell him," joked Quatre.
"As cute as that would be, I think you both have to tell him. Besides, you'll have to wait a few years before the baby can tell him for you," said Coral with a smile.
"I'm willing to wait," said Quatre.
"No, we'll have to tell him, Quatre," insisted Angie.
"Tell me what?" asked Jacob Hart from behind all of them.
"Daddy?" said Angie with uncertainty on her voice.
"Yes, Angie? Is there something that the two of you want to say to me?" asked Jacob Hart. He was trying his hardest to keep his patience.
"Daddy, I'm pregnant," said Angie softly. Quatre rubbed her shoulder. Coral looked at her husband for a reaction.
"Is that so?" asked Mr. Hart after a long silence.
"It's going to be a boy. You're having a grandson," spoke up Quatre.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner, Angela?" asked Mr. Hart.
"Because I thought that you'd be mad, Daddy. You don't know everything about how we got married," started Angie. Coral stopped her.
"Jacob, it doesn't matter how they got married. It only matters that our daughter is happy. Aren't you happy about your impending grandson?" interrupted Coral. She gave an imploring look to her husband. Jacob Hart let out a sigh. Coral knew that Jacob had finally broken down.
"That's wonderful. I'm not mad, sweetheart. I just thought that I would always be there when you got married," said Jacob as he hugged his daughter. He could never stay mad at Angie.
"We'll have a formal ceremony, Mr. Hart, " reassured Quatre.
"Of course, you will. I want it held in this house," insisted Jacob.
Angie took her father's large hand with her small ones. She placed his palm on the baby. Jacob looked at her with wonder and smiled. This was the first smile Jacob Hart has had in days. "I'm hungry. Let's have breakfast," broke in Angie.
"But, didn't you just eat?" asked Quatre dumbfounded.
Her parents laughed at Quatre's questions. They all had breakfast in the dining room.
* * *
Dr. Robert Charles was never one to take will to rejection. He was never rejected by anyone. Angela Hart had burned him pretty badly. She said that she was with someone else. It was now time to find out whom. Robert had been on the computer for hours looking at Angie's information. He found something very interesting. Apparently, Angie had gotten married recently. Actually, a little over two months. All Robert needed was a name. He got one.
"Quatre Raberba Winner," said Robert in very quiet and excited voice.