Forgive and try to Forget
Chachi walked up to the front door of the spacious white house. He noticed that it was a very pleasant looking house. Everything about it was neat and trim, from the flowers in the front garden to the perfectly painted shutters. Who knew that Fonzie all this time had been a family man deep down in the inside? He wouldn't of thought so. Wondering what other surprises laid in store for him he ringed the doorbell.
Joanie answered door. Chachi almost dropped the flowers he had brought for her when he saw her. She was pregnant! And not a little pregnant, but full out about-to-give-birth pregnant! He couldn't believe it.
"Hello Chachi" she said, stepping aside to let him in.
"Hi" he said, after an awkward hug she led him to the living room.
"Fonzie's in the kitchen, he won't let me do any heavy work," she said putting her arms around her belly.
"Oh, guess you're almost due" Chachi asked as he put two and two together.
"Yeah, in a week", her face brighten significantly when talking about the baby.
Fonzie came in wearing a pink apron, Chachi tried not to laugh, he looked too comical. This was Fonzie, Mr. Leather-wearing-motorcycle-riding-son-of- a-gun and here he was wearing Joanie's pink apron, oven mitts and looking like Mr. Cleaver.
"Glad you could make it Chach" Fonzie said. Chachi nodded and smile.
"Why don't I get you two something to drink" Joanie said as she made her way to the kitchen.
Fonzie sat down on the armchair across from Chachi, about to talk he opened his mouth, but instead Joanie voice came out. Both gave each other a humorous look.
"I can't find the lemonade" she called from the kitchen.
"I'll be back", Fonzie simply said as he rushed to help his wife.
Chachi let out a chuckle; those two had definitely not change. They still were the same people he had known so well. The only difference being that now they were married and obviously expecting their first child.
He got up and began to move around the room. Noticing all the books in the bookshelves, he glanced over the tittles. There were also many pictures on the shelves, many of them of the family, but a few were of them two only.
One particular picture that caught his attention was of Richie and them. The older brother standing behind his little sis, laughing up into the sky, while she dipped Fonzie as if they were dancing. A look of utter joy on their faces. But the best part of the picture being the way Fonzie was dressed, wearing Jeans, a bow tie and a button down shirt, with suspenders! That was definitely a rare sight. Taking a closer look he noticed that Richie was wearing Fonzie's leather jacket. Finally getting what was going, he couldn't help but give a small laugh.
"Like that one?" Joanie asked from the doorway.
Chachi looked up holding the frame in his hand, "very interesting picture". Joanie smiled, she remembered Chachi's love for funny pictures.
"That one was taken this summer in California, while we were visiting Richie and Lori Beth" she said while taking seat on the armchair Fonzie had previously occupied.
"You guys look really happy together," he said in a genuine voice as he put the picture back in its place.
"We are" the simplicity of her answer making things easier for him.
"Listen Joanie, the reason I'm here is to apologize. Fonzie already forgave me, but I also need your forgiveness. I'm very sorry for the way I acted during and after our marriage. Especially for hitting you, I would never, ever, do anything like that again. I've learn that nothing can be solved with violence..." he paused, trying to hold back his tears, "I just hope that you can forgive me".
Joanie leaned over and took his hand in hers. "I love you Chachi, there will always be a special place in my heart for you, don't you forget that! You'll always have me and Fonzie no matter what, we're family." Chachi gave her a hug finally feeling at peace with himself.
Fonzie watched the entire scene from the living room entrance. He felt extremely proud of both his wife and his cousin. They had both grown immensely through out the two years, himself included. Now, he only hoped that the forgiveness Chachi had received tonight will help him prosper in San Francisco as a musician. He had a lot of talent and it would be a damn shame if he didn't use it.
Besides helping Chachi, tonight, had also finally helped in putting an end to that chapter of Joanie's life. Allowing her to fully enjoy the new one that would soon begin with the arrival of their child.
"All right guys, dinner is serve!" he said from the dinning room.
Fonzie and Joanie waved at Chachi as he pulled out of their driveway. Waiting for his car to disappear down the street.
"I oddly enjoyed tonight" she exclaimed as they made their way up to the house, his arm around her waist.
"Me too" he agreed. About to go into the house he pulled her back into his arm. They stood on the porch facing each other, his arms around her. Fonzie took her face in his hands and gave her a searing kiss.
Coming up for air he rested his forehead against hers. "I feel so alive" he said in a hush tone, as if thinking aloud.
She looked into his eyes and caught his lips with her own, not wanting to say anything that might spoil the moment. Just wanting to feel the comfort of his arms around her and his lips kissing her. Fonzie was a fabulous kisser, so good that he would sometimes make her forget where she was or even what day of the week it was.
TO BE CONTINUED
Chachi walked up to the front door of the spacious white house. He noticed that it was a very pleasant looking house. Everything about it was neat and trim, from the flowers in the front garden to the perfectly painted shutters. Who knew that Fonzie all this time had been a family man deep down in the inside? He wouldn't of thought so. Wondering what other surprises laid in store for him he ringed the doorbell.
Joanie answered door. Chachi almost dropped the flowers he had brought for her when he saw her. She was pregnant! And not a little pregnant, but full out about-to-give-birth pregnant! He couldn't believe it.
"Hello Chachi" she said, stepping aside to let him in.
"Hi" he said, after an awkward hug she led him to the living room.
"Fonzie's in the kitchen, he won't let me do any heavy work," she said putting her arms around her belly.
"Oh, guess you're almost due" Chachi asked as he put two and two together.
"Yeah, in a week", her face brighten significantly when talking about the baby.
Fonzie came in wearing a pink apron, Chachi tried not to laugh, he looked too comical. This was Fonzie, Mr. Leather-wearing-motorcycle-riding-son-of- a-gun and here he was wearing Joanie's pink apron, oven mitts and looking like Mr. Cleaver.
"Glad you could make it Chach" Fonzie said. Chachi nodded and smile.
"Why don't I get you two something to drink" Joanie said as she made her way to the kitchen.
Fonzie sat down on the armchair across from Chachi, about to talk he opened his mouth, but instead Joanie voice came out. Both gave each other a humorous look.
"I can't find the lemonade" she called from the kitchen.
"I'll be back", Fonzie simply said as he rushed to help his wife.
Chachi let out a chuckle; those two had definitely not change. They still were the same people he had known so well. The only difference being that now they were married and obviously expecting their first child.
He got up and began to move around the room. Noticing all the books in the bookshelves, he glanced over the tittles. There were also many pictures on the shelves, many of them of the family, but a few were of them two only.
One particular picture that caught his attention was of Richie and them. The older brother standing behind his little sis, laughing up into the sky, while she dipped Fonzie as if they were dancing. A look of utter joy on their faces. But the best part of the picture being the way Fonzie was dressed, wearing Jeans, a bow tie and a button down shirt, with suspenders! That was definitely a rare sight. Taking a closer look he noticed that Richie was wearing Fonzie's leather jacket. Finally getting what was going, he couldn't help but give a small laugh.
"Like that one?" Joanie asked from the doorway.
Chachi looked up holding the frame in his hand, "very interesting picture". Joanie smiled, she remembered Chachi's love for funny pictures.
"That one was taken this summer in California, while we were visiting Richie and Lori Beth" she said while taking seat on the armchair Fonzie had previously occupied.
"You guys look really happy together," he said in a genuine voice as he put the picture back in its place.
"We are" the simplicity of her answer making things easier for him.
"Listen Joanie, the reason I'm here is to apologize. Fonzie already forgave me, but I also need your forgiveness. I'm very sorry for the way I acted during and after our marriage. Especially for hitting you, I would never, ever, do anything like that again. I've learn that nothing can be solved with violence..." he paused, trying to hold back his tears, "I just hope that you can forgive me".
Joanie leaned over and took his hand in hers. "I love you Chachi, there will always be a special place in my heart for you, don't you forget that! You'll always have me and Fonzie no matter what, we're family." Chachi gave her a hug finally feeling at peace with himself.
Fonzie watched the entire scene from the living room entrance. He felt extremely proud of both his wife and his cousin. They had both grown immensely through out the two years, himself included. Now, he only hoped that the forgiveness Chachi had received tonight will help him prosper in San Francisco as a musician. He had a lot of talent and it would be a damn shame if he didn't use it.
Besides helping Chachi, tonight, had also finally helped in putting an end to that chapter of Joanie's life. Allowing her to fully enjoy the new one that would soon begin with the arrival of their child.
"All right guys, dinner is serve!" he said from the dinning room.
Fonzie and Joanie waved at Chachi as he pulled out of their driveway. Waiting for his car to disappear down the street.
"I oddly enjoyed tonight" she exclaimed as they made their way up to the house, his arm around her waist.
"Me too" he agreed. About to go into the house he pulled her back into his arm. They stood on the porch facing each other, his arms around her. Fonzie took her face in his hands and gave her a searing kiss.
Coming up for air he rested his forehead against hers. "I feel so alive" he said in a hush tone, as if thinking aloud.
She looked into his eyes and caught his lips with her own, not wanting to say anything that might spoil the moment. Just wanting to feel the comfort of his arms around her and his lips kissing her. Fonzie was a fabulous kisser, so good that he would sometimes make her forget where she was or even what day of the week it was.
TO BE CONTINUED
