Chapter Twenty Seven
"Jack, wake up," Will said, shaking the younger man. "Come on Jack," he pleaded, as the door opened. Karen walked in and screamed when she saw Will hovered over Jack. "What's wrong with my poodle?" she asked worriedly. "He's alright. He just fainted," Will answered. "Get away from him, Wilma. Who knows what you'll try to do to him," Karen said, as he rolled his eyes. "I'm married now, Karen and believe me, I would never try and do anything to Jack," he replied. She opened her mouth to speak, but then shut it when Jack began to stir. "Ouch," he grunted, holding his head. "Did you hurt your head?" Will asked, helping Jack into a chair. "No Will," he answered sarcastically. "Oh Poodle!" Karen gasped, rushing over to him. She kissed his forehead as she began caressing his hair. "What happened?" she asked curiously. "I don't remember," he answered, then noticed Will's face. "You're...You're going to adopt!" he exclaimed, as Will nodded. "Oh my God, you're adopting a child?" Karen asked. "Yes, why are you two acting like it's odd?" Will asked back. "You as a dad is kind of funny," Jack said, as he and Karen giggled. "Ugh, why do I tell you anything?" Will sighed out, as Jack and Karen continued giggling.
When Will had finished telling Jack and Karen about his plans, he immediately went to Grace Adler Designs. He walked in and smiled when he saw her sitting there with a salad. "No chips today?" he asked. She ran to him and hugged him. "How was the rest of your honeymoon?" she asked, as he licked his lips. "Private information," he answered, as she hit his arm. "Come on, tell me!" she exclaimed, as he motioned her to sit down. "I'll tell you later , but right now I have something a lot more important to tell you," he said, as she gave him a worried look. "I didn't do anything," she said quickly as he chuckled. "That's not it," he replied. "Then what is it?" she asked. "Todd and I are going to adopt a child," he answered excitedly. "Oh my God! How great!" she exclaimed, hugging him again. "Isn't it?" he asked, kissing her. "It sure is. Name it Grace, okay?" she asked back, as he rolled his eyes. "Oh Gracie...I'll have to think about that one but I'm sure it's going to be no," he answered, as she pouted. "I'm glad you're happy about it though. Jack and Karen were being mean about it," he said, as she raised her eyebrows. "You told Jack and Karen before me?" she asked, frowning. "Well yeah, but it's nothing against you. Their house was just closer and Jack is my best friend after all," he answered, as she crossed her arms. "I thought I was your best friend," she said. "Well you are, but so is Jack," he replied, as she unhappily stabbed the fork into the salad. "You should have told me first," she hissed, stuffing some lettuce into her mouth. "Aww Gracie, don't be mad at me. Say, I'll take you to lunch," he said, as she thought about it for a moment. "Okay, let's go," she replied, suddenly becoming cheery. He smiled at himself as he followed her out the door. "Works every time," he muttered.
Later that night, Karen stood outside Carter's door determined to talk to her sister. She knocked on the door and walked right in when the maid opened it. "I need to talk to Carter," she said sternly, as the maid nodded. "Yes, she's expecting you," she replied. "Really?" Karen asked, surprised. "Yes, she's in Mr. Gin's room. You can meet her in there," the maid answered. "Are you sure I can go in there 'cause I don't want to have stuff thrown at me or me be thrown out again," Karen said. "She told me you could go in there. Go ahead," the maid replied, walking away. Karen let out a breath and walked up the stairs she was already so familiar with. She arrived at the room and slowly opened the door. She saw her sister leaning back in a chair, scotch in hand. "Hey," she greeted softly. Carter traveled her eyes from her husband to Karen and then sighed. "Hi," she greeted back, pointing to a chair. Karen sat in it and looked at Carter's husband. "He's handsome," she said, as Carter rolled her eyes. "Yeah...He looks great," she replied sarcastically. "I didn't mean it like that," Karen said, fidgeting with her purse nervously. "Well either way, I'm glad you came," Carter replied truthfully. "I'm glad I came too," Karen said, smiling.
An hour later, the both of them were standing outside of Karen's limo. "Thanks for talking to me," Karen said, kissing her sister on the cheek. "Thanks for coming," Carter replied, opening the limo door. Karen stepped in and Carter smiled. "You know, you're not that mean. You're a big ol' softy," she said. "Yeah, but don't tell anyone that," Karen replied giggling. She gave Carter one last kiss on the cheek and driver sped off.
When Karen got home, she was pleasantly surprised to see Jack cooking dinner while singing the Chaka Khan song, "I Feel For You." "Wow Jackie," she said, walking further into the kitchen. "I love this song!" he exclaimed, as he threw his legs up like a cheerleader. She let out a small chuckle as she set her purse down on the dining table. "I should set up something so you can meet whoever sings this song," Karen said, as he gasped. "You know Chaka Khan?" he asked, as she shook her head. "No honey," Karen answered. "I hate when you do that," he pouted, as she walked over to him. "I'm sorry Poodle," she said, laying a kiss on the tip of his nose. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her toward him. "If you want, I can make it up to you," she said seductively, as she unbuttoned the first button on his shirt. "What about dinner?" he asked, as they both looked down at the pot. "I'm sure we can have Chef Boyardee macaroni and cheese any other day," she answered, as he smiled. She grabbed his hand and slowly led him out of the kitchen and up to the bedroom.
"Jack, wake up," Will said, shaking the younger man. "Come on Jack," he pleaded, as the door opened. Karen walked in and screamed when she saw Will hovered over Jack. "What's wrong with my poodle?" she asked worriedly. "He's alright. He just fainted," Will answered. "Get away from him, Wilma. Who knows what you'll try to do to him," Karen said, as he rolled his eyes. "I'm married now, Karen and believe me, I would never try and do anything to Jack," he replied. She opened her mouth to speak, but then shut it when Jack began to stir. "Ouch," he grunted, holding his head. "Did you hurt your head?" Will asked, helping Jack into a chair. "No Will," he answered sarcastically. "Oh Poodle!" Karen gasped, rushing over to him. She kissed his forehead as she began caressing his hair. "What happened?" she asked curiously. "I don't remember," he answered, then noticed Will's face. "You're...You're going to adopt!" he exclaimed, as Will nodded. "Oh my God, you're adopting a child?" Karen asked. "Yes, why are you two acting like it's odd?" Will asked back. "You as a dad is kind of funny," Jack said, as he and Karen giggled. "Ugh, why do I tell you anything?" Will sighed out, as Jack and Karen continued giggling.
When Will had finished telling Jack and Karen about his plans, he immediately went to Grace Adler Designs. He walked in and smiled when he saw her sitting there with a salad. "No chips today?" he asked. She ran to him and hugged him. "How was the rest of your honeymoon?" she asked, as he licked his lips. "Private information," he answered, as she hit his arm. "Come on, tell me!" she exclaimed, as he motioned her to sit down. "I'll tell you later , but right now I have something a lot more important to tell you," he said, as she gave him a worried look. "I didn't do anything," she said quickly as he chuckled. "That's not it," he replied. "Then what is it?" she asked. "Todd and I are going to adopt a child," he answered excitedly. "Oh my God! How great!" she exclaimed, hugging him again. "Isn't it?" he asked, kissing her. "It sure is. Name it Grace, okay?" she asked back, as he rolled his eyes. "Oh Gracie...I'll have to think about that one but I'm sure it's going to be no," he answered, as she pouted. "I'm glad you're happy about it though. Jack and Karen were being mean about it," he said, as she raised her eyebrows. "You told Jack and Karen before me?" she asked, frowning. "Well yeah, but it's nothing against you. Their house was just closer and Jack is my best friend after all," he answered, as she crossed her arms. "I thought I was your best friend," she said. "Well you are, but so is Jack," he replied, as she unhappily stabbed the fork into the salad. "You should have told me first," she hissed, stuffing some lettuce into her mouth. "Aww Gracie, don't be mad at me. Say, I'll take you to lunch," he said, as she thought about it for a moment. "Okay, let's go," she replied, suddenly becoming cheery. He smiled at himself as he followed her out the door. "Works every time," he muttered.
Later that night, Karen stood outside Carter's door determined to talk to her sister. She knocked on the door and walked right in when the maid opened it. "I need to talk to Carter," she said sternly, as the maid nodded. "Yes, she's expecting you," she replied. "Really?" Karen asked, surprised. "Yes, she's in Mr. Gin's room. You can meet her in there," the maid answered. "Are you sure I can go in there 'cause I don't want to have stuff thrown at me or me be thrown out again," Karen said. "She told me you could go in there. Go ahead," the maid replied, walking away. Karen let out a breath and walked up the stairs she was already so familiar with. She arrived at the room and slowly opened the door. She saw her sister leaning back in a chair, scotch in hand. "Hey," she greeted softly. Carter traveled her eyes from her husband to Karen and then sighed. "Hi," she greeted back, pointing to a chair. Karen sat in it and looked at Carter's husband. "He's handsome," she said, as Carter rolled her eyes. "Yeah...He looks great," she replied sarcastically. "I didn't mean it like that," Karen said, fidgeting with her purse nervously. "Well either way, I'm glad you came," Carter replied truthfully. "I'm glad I came too," Karen said, smiling.
An hour later, the both of them were standing outside of Karen's limo. "Thanks for talking to me," Karen said, kissing her sister on the cheek. "Thanks for coming," Carter replied, opening the limo door. Karen stepped in and Carter smiled. "You know, you're not that mean. You're a big ol' softy," she said. "Yeah, but don't tell anyone that," Karen replied giggling. She gave Carter one last kiss on the cheek and driver sped off.
When Karen got home, she was pleasantly surprised to see Jack cooking dinner while singing the Chaka Khan song, "I Feel For You." "Wow Jackie," she said, walking further into the kitchen. "I love this song!" he exclaimed, as he threw his legs up like a cheerleader. She let out a small chuckle as she set her purse down on the dining table. "I should set up something so you can meet whoever sings this song," Karen said, as he gasped. "You know Chaka Khan?" he asked, as she shook her head. "No honey," Karen answered. "I hate when you do that," he pouted, as she walked over to him. "I'm sorry Poodle," she said, laying a kiss on the tip of his nose. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her toward him. "If you want, I can make it up to you," she said seductively, as she unbuttoned the first button on his shirt. "What about dinner?" he asked, as they both looked down at the pot. "I'm sure we can have Chef Boyardee macaroni and cheese any other day," she answered, as he smiled. She grabbed his hand and slowly led him out of the kitchen and up to the bedroom.