Disclaimer: Hey, I'm just a fan. I don't own anything of the TV show "Full House," not even Elvis Peanut Butter.
A/N: I'm doing my best to get these chapters in quickly so I can start my next fanfic.
Rebecca's jaw dropped. "Move out?" she cried, as if unbelieving those words. "Move out of the house whose family actually kept you from going for your dreams?" She playfully whacked him in the head. "Jesse, are you sick?"
Jesse smiled weakly. "I may be. But I just feel like we should get our own house. Even if I don't take the tour job, the record company's going to expect more from me, and I think this could still be my big break." Light shone in his eyes. "I think I still have a chance."
Rebecca still seemed shocked. "But Jess—this is the home you've lived in for so many years! We met here, we married her, we had Nicky and Alex here—why do you want to throw all that away?"
Jesse put his hands on his hips. "I'm not! I just think it's time we moved out of here. Becky, you can't tell me you like living in an attic in the same house as ten or so other people! We need privacy! And besides," Jesse added with a smile playing on his lips, "wouldn't you like for Kimmy Gibbler to stop barging into our house?" He decided not to mention Danny's recent engagement.
Rebecca threw up her hands in defeat. "Well, it would be nice to have some privacy and space once in a while," she said, as if weighing the consequences of each side to herself. "And I do want to live in a Kimmy-free zone. Okay, okay, I'll consider moving out," she said finally. "But what about the boys? They love this place, and it's hard to adjust when they're so young."
"No problem!" Jesse assured her. "Katsopolis men are tough. They'll manage."
Rebecca shrugged. "In that case, we've got ourselves a decision."
The next morning Danny told his news to everyone. "Congratulations, Danny!" Joey said. "A new addition to the family! There may be a lot of people in this house, but the more, the merrier, right?"
"Definitely." Danny grinned. "And girls, thanks so much for delivering the ring to me."
"Anytime, Dad," Stephanie said. Then she grimaced. "Wait, I take that back. Only once."
Danny was the first to notice how quiet Rebecca and Jesse were. Then he remembered his fight with Jesse. He could have kicked himself for bringing up the subject in front of his brother-in-law, but he still didn't understand Jesse's opposition.
"Jesse? You all right?" Danny asked.
"Uh, actually, Becky and I would like to have a talk with you all," Jesse announced. He looked at Becky and continued. "We feel we need a little more privacy and space, and with a new family member coming, there's no chance of it. And I'm going to need more room for my music. So…" He couldn't finish, so Rebecca cut in.
"We're thinking about moving out."
The family's reactions were the expected; everyone started shouting and screaming and arguing at once. Comet entered and added his barking to the loud commotion.
Rebecca blew into a whistle she had around her neck. It screeched cacophonously above the noise. Everyone stopped talking and turned to face her.
"Where did you get that whistle?" Jesse asked quietly.
"I knew I'd need it, so I wore it downstairs," Rebecca replied. Then she looked back to the angry faces of the Tanners—and Joey. "Look, it won't be that bad! We'll find the closest house to here that fits our needs, and we'll visit as much as possible. Whenever we're not there, it'll just seem like we're up in the attic. It really won't be a big deal."
"Yeah, right," Michelle muttered.
"Dad, is this a bad time to ask you if I can move into the attic?" D.J. asked. Stephanie nudged her and gave her a look that said, "How can you be so selfish?"
"Yes, about the worst time imaginable," Danny replied. He didn't even look at her; his gaze was fixed on Jesse. "Jesse, this has something to do about Debbie, doesn't it?"
"No! Of course not! Why would it have anything—" Jesse stopped, letting his shoulders slump. "Yes."
Rebecca turned to him, confused. "What is he talking about?" she wondered aloud.
Jesse sighed. "Well, I guess I never got the chance to tell you this, but I'm not exactly Debbie's favorite person." He told everyone the whole story.
Rebecca looked disappointed. "I can't believe you didn't tell me this," she said.
"Well, Becky, you'd just say that the past should be forgotten, and mistakes were made that can be forgiven. I already got that talk from Danny, I don't need it again."
Danny spoke up. "Well, the show's over, people. We should respect their decision."
"In a way, their reactions weren't as bad as I expected," Rebecca said in their room later. They had piles of real estate books in front of them. The couple was going to spend the day searching for the perfect house.
"Well, it's done and over with," Jesse agreed distractedly. He waved her over to the bed where he was sitting. "Look at this one: it's right next door! It looks pretty nice, too. We have to buy it!"
Rebecca frowned. "Next door? That's imposs—" Then she saw the description, and laughed. "Jess, that's Kimmy Gibbler's house!" She frowned again. "I didn't know the Gibblers were selling their house."
"Oh." Jesse flipped through a few more pages, and then stopped. "Wait! Look at this one—it's perfect!"