A/N - I thought that since I was evil and left you hanging that I'd update sooner. I'm just in an updating sort of mood. Hopefully I'll be in a writing sort of mood later! And I hope all of YOU are in REVIEWING moods!!!! =)
Joan dropped the inkpen she'd been chewing on, and Grace would've laughed at Joan's blue-smeared lips if she hadn't just confessed to kissing her baby's father. Joan closed her eyes, absorbing the impact of Grace's admission.
"What?" she asked, confused.
"I kissed him-" Grace repeated, shaking her head slightly.
"Grace! How could you do that?!" Joan interrupted flamboyantly. "Oh my God! We're having a baby together and you just decide, 'Oh, I like Adam, I think I'll just seduce-'"
"He's all yours, Girardi," Grace continued, furrowing her brown and frowning.
"What?" Joan asked, in the exact same tone she'd used the first time she'd asked the question.
"It was horrifying," Grace replied. "Like...kissing...Mr. Price."
"You kissed Mr. Price?!" Joan exclaimed.
Grace shrugged.
"Yeah, once," she said. "It wasn't a big deal."
"Why?" Joan asked, aghast.
"Turns out he likes my political conviction," Grace said nonchalantly.
"Ew," Joan said. "That's disgusting."
"So was kissing Rove," Grace insisted. "I honestly don't how you do it, let alone-"
"That's enough!" Joan pleaded, holding out her hands for Grace to stop. "It's not gross for me. Then again, I haven't taken baths with him since I was three years old."
"Funny I didn't realize it before," Grace mused. "I should've recognized that I love Rove like my brother, not like yours."
Joan paused.
"What do you mean, like mine? You mean Luke?"
Grace took a breath, and studied the rafters.
"Kissing someone else's boyfriend puts a lot of things in perspective, Joan," she said. "Maybe you should try it sometime."
With that, Grace smiled sweetly at Joan, saluted, and exited the bookstore.
Joan stood behind the counter, her mind still reeling. She plunked down onto the stool.
"Grace kissed Mr. Price?" she said out loud, in disbelief. "And I thought O.B. doctor visits were gag-inducing."
After work, Joan went to Adam's house. She had to hear this kissing story from his point of view.
"It was crazy, yo," Adam said, handing Joan a glass of water as the two sat in his kitchen. "We were talking, and she just, leaned over and laid one on me!"
Joan couldn't help but laugh.
"What was it like?" she asked.
"Weird."
Like kissing Mr. Price, Joan thought, grinning.
"You mean you're not in love with Grace now?" Joan asked tauntingly.
"Mmm...no," Adam replied.
"Good," Joan said. "'Cause she's not in love with you, either."
Adam leaned over the table and kissed Joan.
"You're glowing, Jane," he said.
"It's July, Adam. It's eighty degrees. Everyone is glowing."
"I hadn't noticed anyone else," Adam said sincerely.
Just then, the front door opened, and Carl came in, holding bags of groceries.
"Hi, Dad," Adam said casually.
Joan was frozen in her chair. She hadn't seen Carl since Adam had told him.
"Hey there, Adam. Joan. You kids wanna help me with these bags?" Carl said.
Adam got up, but Joan didn't move. She was still paralyzed in mortification.
"Jane?" Adam asked.
"Yeah, sure," Joan said, snapping out of it. She felt herself blush as she took a bag from Adam's dad.
"So, Joan," Carl said. "Stay for dinner. I'm making fish...isn't that supposed to be good for the baby?"
Joan set the bag down, surprised. He was sneering. He wasn't snarling. He wasn't angry at all. And he wasn't looking at her like she was trash.
"I think so," she replied. "Thank you."
Carl grinned. "Gotta take good care of that kid. Elizabeth always wanted grandchildren."
Adam paused midway through taking a carton of eggs from a bag. Carl noticed, and clapped him on the shoulder.
"She would've been happy for you, son," he said. "Wouldn't have mattered to her that you're only sixteen. That was your mom for you."
"Does it matter to you?" Joan asked quietly.
Carl looked thoughtful for a moment.
"What matters to me is that you're both safe, and that I'm going to have one more person in this world to love," he said.
Joan nodded, but she was thinking that now, her dad had one less.
A/N - Well, I wasn't sure where to go with the Grace/Adam conflict, so I wrote it out. I am really confused with where to take this story, just not sure. Don't worry, I swear I won't abandon it, as long as you keep reviewing! If Carl is OOC, can't blame me, he's never on the show, LOL! And that whole thing about Grace and Price? Don't ask me where that came from. I just have to have constant scandal I guess. Did you like this chappie? Please. please. please review!!! =) Thanks!
Joan dropped the inkpen she'd been chewing on, and Grace would've laughed at Joan's blue-smeared lips if she hadn't just confessed to kissing her baby's father. Joan closed her eyes, absorbing the impact of Grace's admission.
"What?" she asked, confused.
"I kissed him-" Grace repeated, shaking her head slightly.
"Grace! How could you do that?!" Joan interrupted flamboyantly. "Oh my God! We're having a baby together and you just decide, 'Oh, I like Adam, I think I'll just seduce-'"
"He's all yours, Girardi," Grace continued, furrowing her brown and frowning.
"What?" Joan asked, in the exact same tone she'd used the first time she'd asked the question.
"It was horrifying," Grace replied. "Like...kissing...Mr. Price."
"You kissed Mr. Price?!" Joan exclaimed.
Grace shrugged.
"Yeah, once," she said. "It wasn't a big deal."
"Why?" Joan asked, aghast.
"Turns out he likes my political conviction," Grace said nonchalantly.
"Ew," Joan said. "That's disgusting."
"So was kissing Rove," Grace insisted. "I honestly don't how you do it, let alone-"
"That's enough!" Joan pleaded, holding out her hands for Grace to stop. "It's not gross for me. Then again, I haven't taken baths with him since I was three years old."
"Funny I didn't realize it before," Grace mused. "I should've recognized that I love Rove like my brother, not like yours."
Joan paused.
"What do you mean, like mine? You mean Luke?"
Grace took a breath, and studied the rafters.
"Kissing someone else's boyfriend puts a lot of things in perspective, Joan," she said. "Maybe you should try it sometime."
With that, Grace smiled sweetly at Joan, saluted, and exited the bookstore.
Joan stood behind the counter, her mind still reeling. She plunked down onto the stool.
"Grace kissed Mr. Price?" she said out loud, in disbelief. "And I thought O.B. doctor visits were gag-inducing."
After work, Joan went to Adam's house. She had to hear this kissing story from his point of view.
"It was crazy, yo," Adam said, handing Joan a glass of water as the two sat in his kitchen. "We were talking, and she just, leaned over and laid one on me!"
Joan couldn't help but laugh.
"What was it like?" she asked.
"Weird."
Like kissing Mr. Price, Joan thought, grinning.
"You mean you're not in love with Grace now?" Joan asked tauntingly.
"Mmm...no," Adam replied.
"Good," Joan said. "'Cause she's not in love with you, either."
Adam leaned over the table and kissed Joan.
"You're glowing, Jane," he said.
"It's July, Adam. It's eighty degrees. Everyone is glowing."
"I hadn't noticed anyone else," Adam said sincerely.
Just then, the front door opened, and Carl came in, holding bags of groceries.
"Hi, Dad," Adam said casually.
Joan was frozen in her chair. She hadn't seen Carl since Adam had told him.
"Hey there, Adam. Joan. You kids wanna help me with these bags?" Carl said.
Adam got up, but Joan didn't move. She was still paralyzed in mortification.
"Jane?" Adam asked.
"Yeah, sure," Joan said, snapping out of it. She felt herself blush as she took a bag from Adam's dad.
"So, Joan," Carl said. "Stay for dinner. I'm making fish...isn't that supposed to be good for the baby?"
Joan set the bag down, surprised. He was sneering. He wasn't snarling. He wasn't angry at all. And he wasn't looking at her like she was trash.
"I think so," she replied. "Thank you."
Carl grinned. "Gotta take good care of that kid. Elizabeth always wanted grandchildren."
Adam paused midway through taking a carton of eggs from a bag. Carl noticed, and clapped him on the shoulder.
"She would've been happy for you, son," he said. "Wouldn't have mattered to her that you're only sixteen. That was your mom for you."
"Does it matter to you?" Joan asked quietly.
Carl looked thoughtful for a moment.
"What matters to me is that you're both safe, and that I'm going to have one more person in this world to love," he said.
Joan nodded, but she was thinking that now, her dad had one less.
A/N - Well, I wasn't sure where to go with the Grace/Adam conflict, so I wrote it out. I am really confused with where to take this story, just not sure. Don't worry, I swear I won't abandon it, as long as you keep reviewing! If Carl is OOC, can't blame me, he's never on the show, LOL! And that whole thing about Grace and Price? Don't ask me where that came from. I just have to have constant scandal I guess. Did you like this chappie? Please. please. please review!!! =) Thanks!