Authours Note/Disclaimer: I don't own WA 3, it belongs to Media Vision/Sony.
Finally, month two is here. ^_^ And thanks to meteor9 for helping me beat the writers block into submission. Of course, the originial idea he gave me mutated into this. ^_^ And that means also that this fic, while I had orginially intended it to be strickly humor, has become a bit more. I hope it's still as good as you expected. ^_^
Month Two: Morning Sickness, Cravings and Names
Kaitlyn walked into the living room and looked up at her father. "Mommy isn't feeling well," she said.
Clive jumped up from where he had been sitting. "Catherine's sick?"
Virginia gave him a look from where she was sitting on the couch. "Sounds like it could be morning sickness. Nothing to worry about. I'm sure Catherine had the same problem when she was pregnant with Kaitlyn?"
"But still..." he started, but trailed off as Virginia gave him another look. He sighed. "I cannot help it, Virginia. I worry. I do not want anything to happen to Catherine. Or the child..."
"I understand, Clive, but really, you don't need to worry so much."
The sniper lifted his daughter from the floor and sat her in his lap. He said nothing as he started to adjust the ribbons in Kaitlyn's hair. Virginia didn't know why he suddenly looked so downcast.
She didn't get the chance to ask him about it when Gallows and Jet came in the door, each carrying several large bags. Gallows plunked his down on the coffee table and started to list off the items within.
"Let's see, we've got ice cream, pickles, sardines, peanut butter, pickled eggs, a carton of apple juice-"
"Oh, great!" Catherine walked into the room, snagged the juice and continued on into the kitchen. "Thanks, boys!"
Clive placed Kaitlyn back on the floor and gave her a light push towards Virginia. "I am going to see to your mother. You visit with your Aunt Virginia."
"Yay!" cried Kaitlyn, and she ran across the room to Virginia and jumped up into the older girl's lap.
"That's not fair, Clive!" yelled Virginia. She knew he had sent Kaitlyn to her on purpose to keep her from stopping him. Clive only smiled.
"I do not know what you are talking about," he said, and disappeared into the kitchen. Gallows laughed as he picked up the bag in preperation to move it into the kitchen.
"He's been good for almost five weeks now, Virginia. Let him get it out of his system."
"You just want to play another embarrasing practical joke on him," sighed Jet.
Gallows spread his arms, a large grin plastered across his face. "Well, yeah." With that, he left the room.
Kaitlyn giggled. "What are you going to do to daddy this time?" she asked, getting into the spirit of the situation. Virginia looked thoughtful.
"Haven't decided yet," she replied finally, also grinning as wide as Gallows. Before she could suggest some ideas, however, Clive and Catherine returned from in the kitchen, Clive guiding his wife as she walked over to the couch. Catherine endured it, a strained smile on her face, and sat down.
"How are you doing, Catherine?" asked Virginia. The pregnant woman looked up at her, then to Clive.
"I'm doing okay under the circumstances," she replied. Clive gave her a crestfallen look and she sighed and shook her head, a little smile playing across her face. "Sit down, Clive."
"Uh..." said Gallows as he walked back into the room. He had heard the converstation and tried to break the awkward silence. "...oh, hey, have you decided on a name yet?" Clive and Catherine exchanged looks and shook their heads in unison.
"No," said Catherine, "in fact, we were going to ask everyone to help with suggestions."
"That sounds fun! Can we do that now, mommy?" asked Kaitlyn. Catherine looked to Clive. He shrugged.
"I do not see why not," he replied. Catherine smiled as Gallows chuckled.
"I've got an idea," he said, "How about 'Oops'?"
Clive started coldly at him for a moment before pointing to the front door. "Out."
"I was only joking," sulked Gallows, but he remained where he was.
"If it's a girl, what about Wilamina?" suggested Virginia. Catherine's expression was pained. "Um...or not, right."
"There was a character in my books with a pretty name," spoke up Kaitlyn, "Marivel. Oh, and there was an Anastasia, too!"
Clive looked thoughtful for a moment. "Marivel does not sound bad. What do you think, dear?"
"It's nice, but wasn't Marivel a ...Noble Red or Crimson Noble or something like that? I'm not sure I would like to name my daugter after a vampire," replied Catherine.
"Then what about Anastasia?" suggested Virginia.
"How about I think about it for a while. But we should think of some boy's names now."
There was silence for a few moments while as they wracked their brains for names. Finally Virginia broke the silence. "You haven't suggested anything yet, Jet. Do you have any ideas?" she asked the silver haired boy. He gave her a look but said nothing. "Sheesh, forget I asked, then."
"Um...Jordan?" suggested Gallows.
"Ralph!" supplied Kaitlyn cheerfully.
"Malik."
Everyone turned to stare at the source of the quiet suggestion. Jet stared back levelly. The silence hung in the air for several moments before Jet cracked a grin. "I'm joking."
Catherine shook her head. "How about we decide a name a bit closer to the due date?"
There was general agreement and the rest of the day passed without much incident, short of Virginia, Catherine, Kaitlyn, and the others plotting evil against Clive.
* * *
It was late at night. The small figure crept from the room, giggling. It was met by another giggling figure.
"Mommy almost woke daddy up laughing," said the small figure, obviosly Kaitlyn.
"As long as he didn't notice what was going on, we'll be fine," replied Virginia. "now we should be getting back to our own beds."
* * *
Clive slept in late the next morning, and as a result, the others were up before him. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary when he got up and went about his morning routine. It was when he joined the others that he began to suspect something was afoot. Especally when Jet looked up from his drink as the older man entered the room and proceeded to spray most of it across the room, laughing.
"What?" asked Clive.
"Nothing," sniggered Jet. Clive gave him a disbelieving look, but didn't ask him again. Catherine looked over from where she was sitting. She had a funny look on her face, like she was trying hard not to laugh as well.
"Dear, we're out of apple juice. Could you go the store and get some more?" she asked. It took most of her effort to keep her voice normal.
Virginia and the others were all sitting around the room, and none of them were doing very well in the battle against the giggles.
"..." said Clive, "...okay, what did you do to me last night?"
"Nothing, daddy. You're pretty."
"...pretty...?" With that, Clive walked over to a mirror and peered into it. He groaned. "Nice try, Catherine. If you will all excuse me now, I have some makeup to wash off."
The game up, everyone gave up trying to hide it and they all proceeded to fall over laughing at Clive's expense. "It was a good plan," remarked Catherine remarked, "it's just too bad none of us could play poker."
But it was enough to keep Clive under control once more, if only for another few weeks.
Finally, month two is here. ^_^ And thanks to meteor9 for helping me beat the writers block into submission. Of course, the originial idea he gave me mutated into this. ^_^ And that means also that this fic, while I had orginially intended it to be strickly humor, has become a bit more. I hope it's still as good as you expected. ^_^
Month Two: Morning Sickness, Cravings and Names
Kaitlyn walked into the living room and looked up at her father. "Mommy isn't feeling well," she said.
Clive jumped up from where he had been sitting. "Catherine's sick?"
Virginia gave him a look from where she was sitting on the couch. "Sounds like it could be morning sickness. Nothing to worry about. I'm sure Catherine had the same problem when she was pregnant with Kaitlyn?"
"But still..." he started, but trailed off as Virginia gave him another look. He sighed. "I cannot help it, Virginia. I worry. I do not want anything to happen to Catherine. Or the child..."
"I understand, Clive, but really, you don't need to worry so much."
The sniper lifted his daughter from the floor and sat her in his lap. He said nothing as he started to adjust the ribbons in Kaitlyn's hair. Virginia didn't know why he suddenly looked so downcast.
She didn't get the chance to ask him about it when Gallows and Jet came in the door, each carrying several large bags. Gallows plunked his down on the coffee table and started to list off the items within.
"Let's see, we've got ice cream, pickles, sardines, peanut butter, pickled eggs, a carton of apple juice-"
"Oh, great!" Catherine walked into the room, snagged the juice and continued on into the kitchen. "Thanks, boys!"
Clive placed Kaitlyn back on the floor and gave her a light push towards Virginia. "I am going to see to your mother. You visit with your Aunt Virginia."
"Yay!" cried Kaitlyn, and she ran across the room to Virginia and jumped up into the older girl's lap.
"That's not fair, Clive!" yelled Virginia. She knew he had sent Kaitlyn to her on purpose to keep her from stopping him. Clive only smiled.
"I do not know what you are talking about," he said, and disappeared into the kitchen. Gallows laughed as he picked up the bag in preperation to move it into the kitchen.
"He's been good for almost five weeks now, Virginia. Let him get it out of his system."
"You just want to play another embarrasing practical joke on him," sighed Jet.
Gallows spread his arms, a large grin plastered across his face. "Well, yeah." With that, he left the room.
Kaitlyn giggled. "What are you going to do to daddy this time?" she asked, getting into the spirit of the situation. Virginia looked thoughtful.
"Haven't decided yet," she replied finally, also grinning as wide as Gallows. Before she could suggest some ideas, however, Clive and Catherine returned from in the kitchen, Clive guiding his wife as she walked over to the couch. Catherine endured it, a strained smile on her face, and sat down.
"How are you doing, Catherine?" asked Virginia. The pregnant woman looked up at her, then to Clive.
"I'm doing okay under the circumstances," she replied. Clive gave her a crestfallen look and she sighed and shook her head, a little smile playing across her face. "Sit down, Clive."
"Uh..." said Gallows as he walked back into the room. He had heard the converstation and tried to break the awkward silence. "...oh, hey, have you decided on a name yet?" Clive and Catherine exchanged looks and shook their heads in unison.
"No," said Catherine, "in fact, we were going to ask everyone to help with suggestions."
"That sounds fun! Can we do that now, mommy?" asked Kaitlyn. Catherine looked to Clive. He shrugged.
"I do not see why not," he replied. Catherine smiled as Gallows chuckled.
"I've got an idea," he said, "How about 'Oops'?"
Clive started coldly at him for a moment before pointing to the front door. "Out."
"I was only joking," sulked Gallows, but he remained where he was.
"If it's a girl, what about Wilamina?" suggested Virginia. Catherine's expression was pained. "Um...or not, right."
"There was a character in my books with a pretty name," spoke up Kaitlyn, "Marivel. Oh, and there was an Anastasia, too!"
Clive looked thoughtful for a moment. "Marivel does not sound bad. What do you think, dear?"
"It's nice, but wasn't Marivel a ...Noble Red or Crimson Noble or something like that? I'm not sure I would like to name my daugter after a vampire," replied Catherine.
"Then what about Anastasia?" suggested Virginia.
"How about I think about it for a while. But we should think of some boy's names now."
There was silence for a few moments while as they wracked their brains for names. Finally Virginia broke the silence. "You haven't suggested anything yet, Jet. Do you have any ideas?" she asked the silver haired boy. He gave her a look but said nothing. "Sheesh, forget I asked, then."
"Um...Jordan?" suggested Gallows.
"Ralph!" supplied Kaitlyn cheerfully.
"Malik."
Everyone turned to stare at the source of the quiet suggestion. Jet stared back levelly. The silence hung in the air for several moments before Jet cracked a grin. "I'm joking."
Catherine shook her head. "How about we decide a name a bit closer to the due date?"
There was general agreement and the rest of the day passed without much incident, short of Virginia, Catherine, Kaitlyn, and the others plotting evil against Clive.
* * *
It was late at night. The small figure crept from the room, giggling. It was met by another giggling figure.
"Mommy almost woke daddy up laughing," said the small figure, obviosly Kaitlyn.
"As long as he didn't notice what was going on, we'll be fine," replied Virginia. "now we should be getting back to our own beds."
* * *
Clive slept in late the next morning, and as a result, the others were up before him. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary when he got up and went about his morning routine. It was when he joined the others that he began to suspect something was afoot. Especally when Jet looked up from his drink as the older man entered the room and proceeded to spray most of it across the room, laughing.
"What?" asked Clive.
"Nothing," sniggered Jet. Clive gave him a disbelieving look, but didn't ask him again. Catherine looked over from where she was sitting. She had a funny look on her face, like she was trying hard not to laugh as well.
"Dear, we're out of apple juice. Could you go the store and get some more?" she asked. It took most of her effort to keep her voice normal.
Virginia and the others were all sitting around the room, and none of them were doing very well in the battle against the giggles.
"..." said Clive, "...okay, what did you do to me last night?"
"Nothing, daddy. You're pretty."
"...pretty...?" With that, Clive walked over to a mirror and peered into it. He groaned. "Nice try, Catherine. If you will all excuse me now, I have some makeup to wash off."
The game up, everyone gave up trying to hide it and they all proceeded to fall over laughing at Clive's expense. "It was a good plan," remarked Catherine remarked, "it's just too bad none of us could play poker."
But it was enough to keep Clive under control once more, if only for another few weeks.
