Daphne got up off the bed and looked into the mirror. Fred followed her. "How does it feel?"
"Like someone slapped me on the cheek." She ran a finger over her bruise, making a face.
"Does it feel any better?" Fred asked.
"Not really." She sighed, climbing back into bed. Fred crawled in next to her. He pulled her into his embrace. She closed her eyes. They stayed in the same position for about three minutes, until Daphne rolled over a started to talk. "Why were we ever friends with the gang?"
"I can see why you think that about Shaggy and Mary Jane, but why Velma?"
"Did you see the was they all stared at me today? They hate me. They just let us stick around because we have money and you're friends with Shaggy." Fred nodded.
"We were such great friends back when we weren't married." Daphne put her head on his shoulder.
"Maybe they just realized how lucky we were and got jealous." She said. Fred could feel her breath on his neck.
"We're really lucky." Fred lifted her chin up.
"Mmm. Lucky." Daphne opened her eyes and looked up. She put her arms around Fred's neck and pulled herself up to meet his lips. She pulled away. "We're getting off topic."
"I don't care. How 'bout you?" Daphne looked into his eyes.
"Nope." She smiled.
"Good." Fred kissed Daphne. She stuck her tongue into his mouth. They broke away a minute later, breathing hard.
"Here you go." Shaggy came into the living room and set down some coffee on the table. Mary Jane looked up at Shaggy and then back out the window. He sat down next to her. "You seem out of it."
"I've just been thinking about today." She sipped some coffee.
"About the fight?" Shaggy put his arm around Mary Jane.
"Yeah." She smiled. "Did you see Fred's expression when you hit Daphne?"
"He looked as if I had just hit him." Shaggy smiled.
"They're really close." She said out of the blue.
"Yeah." Shaggy stared out the window, wishing he hadn't hit Daphne. He had ruined a wonderful friendship acting out of anger. There was no way Daphne would forgive him.
"Hey, Vel, want some tea?" Ethan came out of the kitchen carrying a tray with cookies and tea on it.
"Sure." Velma shut the book she had been reading. Ethan gave her a cup. "Thanks." She sniffed it, smiling. It was her favorite.
"Today was interesting."
"Yeah. Ethan?"
"Hmm?"
"Do you want to have children?"
"Not right now. Maybe later."
"I feel bad for Daphne. She's miscarried so much." Ethan nodded.
"I hope that won't happen to us." Velma nodded in agreement. I already had.
Daphne opened her eyes, fully awake. She couldn't sleep. She turned around and looked at Fred. He was sleeping somewhat peacefully without Daphne in his arms. They had a regular sleep formation. Fred would sleep on his left side with Daphne curled into his arms. She would put her stuffed animal next to her chest, and Fred would put his arms around her stomach. Neither of them could sleep very peacefully if they weren't in that position.
She got up and went down to the library. Fred would be awake soon. She started to make some hot chocolate and turned the TV on just as Fred came down. "Daph, what're you doing? It's eleven o'clock!"
"I couldn't sleep." Daphne sat down on a couch. Fred sat down next to her.
"How long have you been up?"
"Half an hour or so."
"I woke up when you got out of bed." Daphne's cheek was purple and green, and seemed to bother her. Fred put an arm around her. She moved to him, putting her head on his shoulder. Fred could feel her silky hair touch his arm. She sighed. "You seem upset."
"Today's been a real mess."
"Yeah."
"Do-do you think I've miscarried so much since-" Daphne stopped talking.
"Maybe."
"Or maybe we just can't have children." A tear slipped down her cheek.
"Daph, it's okay. Of course we're going to have children!"
"I hope so." She closed her eyes to stop from crying.
"Do you want to get a puppy?"
"Why? So when Scooby's dead we can forget all about him?" She didn't hold back any tears now. Instead, she sobbed into Fred's shirt. He held onto Daphne, comforting her. Eventually she calmed down enough to say, "Scooby's in pain, but nobody seems to care. Why?"
"Maybe they don't want to admit that one of their friends is dieing." Daphne nodded and put her head back on his shoulder, closing her eyes. Before falling asleep, she said, "I want to get a puppy."
So, how do you like it? What should their puppy's name be, and what type? Please let me know! I'll update my other stories sooner or later. I can't write more then one at a time, or otherwise they will all follow the same story pattern.