I do not own American Horror Story: Freakshow.
And really, we aren't even in Freakshow territory anymore, are we?
The Lost Orphan Boy and The Daughter of the Jupiter Freaks
Bachman-Turner Overdrive, Well Just Overdrive
After that, things seemed to go into overdrive.
He tried to keep up.
Knew it was impossible.
And was really grateful . . .
". . . all the people we've been inviting to the wedding!"
. . . he had Annabel's parents . . .
". . . but . . . why?"
. . . and family friends . . .
". . . loves a wedding, honey. Just relax and enjoy it."
. . . to keep the ball rolling.
There were the people.
". . . Mrs. Casteel and her friend Darlene, do you remember we saw Georgia out on a walk the other day . . ."
The food.
". . . luck! And we're making the cakes!"
The cakes.
"As in more than one?"
"Yes! The bride's-"
"-and the groom's!"
I get my own cake?
Wow.
The church.
". . . Miller said the church ladies would take care of the decorations, oh, we'll be writing thank you cards until the baby comes-"
"I can help."
"Thank you, Patrick, what a gentleman!"
The wedding bands.
". . . gold or maybe silver, what do you think, Patrick?"
"Whatever Annabel likes."
"I'm not gonna be able to wear it anyway after my fingers plump up like sausages from the baby, Patrick . . . hey, Moms, do we have any sausages?"
The wedding dress.
". . . measurements, Annabel."
"But what if I get fat between now and the wedding? I mean, you know, knocked up and all . . ."
"We'll adjust it."
"Great! Do we have any ice cream left?"
"No, you finished that last night, but . . ."
And, . . .
"Alright, hop in the truck, Patrick, let's get you decked out in a tux."
"Really?"
"Oh yeah."
"You don't mind taking me?"
"Hell no. Be my pleasure."
"Okay."
"But you're drivin'."
"Yes, sir."
"Jimmy."
"Jimmy."
He also had to choose . . .
I guess I could pick someone from the store.
Or Patty's brother, What's-His-Name.
But there's only one best man I can think of.
If I could choose . . .
"Could you just be my best man?"
He thought he'd die of embarrassment.
But he really didn't know anyone else.
And there wasn't anyone else in the world he respected as much as . . .
"I'd be honored, son."
"I know it's not what we're supposed to do but-"
And Jimmy Darling, father of the woman he loved and man who always treated him like he mattered, . . .
"Patrick, let me just stop you right there and give you some advice."
. . . put a wooden-hand on his shoulder.
"You know, as someone who's never had a traditional wedding before."
"Okay."
"It's your damn wedding. Do whatever the hell you want."
Made Patrick once again feel like . . .
"Okay . . . Well, then, would you be my best man?"
"You got it, Patrick."
. . . he mattered.
"Thank you. Jimmy."
"Dad."
"Dad."
I'm not going to cry.
He had talked to Annabel's moms about their honeymoon.
". . . Clearwater for a honeymoon. They said they'll pay."
Ummm . . .
"Mrs. Walkers? I'd like to talk to you please."
Her lovely mothers, so exactly the same.
"Yes, Patrick?"
"Yes, darling?"
And yet so different their own ways.
Well, . . .
Bright, dark eyes.
And bright, warm smiles.
"I don't feel right about this."
We owe you so much already.
I owe you so much already.
"I don't want you to think we moved down here to leech off of you . . ."
"What did you say to my mothers?!"
Instant fear, instant anxiety.
Though Annabel didn't seem mad.
And along with the fear and anxiety . . .
"I don't know."
. . . he also just felt . . .
"Why?"
. . . confused.
But he'd been trying so hard to do everything right.
"Because they added an extra day to the honeymoon!"
Oh.
"And a dolphin watching tour!"
Wow.
And of course, there was still work.
". . . young man, Jimmy?"
"Oh, this here's my soon-to-be son-in-law, Ms. Myra! Patrick, this is Ms. Myra Myrtle, she's been coming to this store for, what fifteen, twenty years now?"
"Long enough for you to invite me to this wedding and let me give your two lovebirds a gift!"
"Hey, that's real swell of you, Ms. Myra!"
"Yes, ma'am, thank you."
"Think nothing of it. Why, I remember when Annabel would climb up on her stool and run the cash register . . ."
"She did?"
"Oh yes. Insisted on tips too. You remember, Jimmy?"
"Boy, do I."
Which was more interesting than ever.
Annabel seemed to be feeling better.
"So, my parents are gone, wanna have sex?"
"Um, well, the baby-"
"The doctor said it would be okay."
"When did the doctor say that?"
"When I went with Moms."
"Why didn't you tell me then?"
"Because I didn't want to have sex with you then."
"Oh."
"But I do now."
"Oh."
"So . . . you wanna?"
"What about waiting until the wedding night?"
"Patrick, I hate to break this to you. But I'm pregnant. I think that train has sailed."
"I know. But I thought you might want to, you know, wait."
"Hell no. Come here. I'll make it worth your while."
"Okay."
"Wow. I - wow."
"Yeah."
"That was . . . awesome."
"Yeah."
"It's been a while."
"Well, it's been a while since we've done it like that."
"What are the odds that your parents purposely left us alone tonight after what happened this afternoon?"
"You mean so we could have good sex? All the odds."
"I should be embarrassed. But I think I'm just grateful."
"Yeah. Me too. You wanna go again?"
"Yeah. But give me five minutes."
"In five minutes, I'll be in the kitchen eating cheesecake."
"There's cheesecake?"
"Not in five minutes there won't be."
"So, a lot going on, isn't there, Sam?"
"Whine."
"You want to go for a walk?"
"Whine."
"Yeah. Me too. Come on."
;)
Quite the storm, eh?
But at least this time it's a good storm.
Thanks for reading and hope you enjoyed.
Next time it'll be the actual wedding, yay!
