A/N: The dialogue in italics is from the show so of course the credit goes to the WTB? writers.
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Angela was driving back home going over her impromptu therapy session with Dr Bellows in her mind. It was funny she mused how getting some objective opinions puts everything in perspective. It wasn't lost on her of course that her Mother had given her practically the same advice but sometimes you needed an outsider's view on the situation.
Dr Bellows was right. Her mother was right. Why did it matter so much how and why Tony came back?! The important thing was that he was back. And yes it would have been romantic if he had come home for her and not a job but this wasn't a t.v. show or a movie. This was real life. A life they should be spending together. They had wasted far too much time.
"You don't think these things you feel them."
Tony is right she scolded herself I do think too much. And in some cases like when she is coming up with ideas for a campaign it makes sense. But when it comes to matters of the heart she needed to feel.
"You know Angela, you think too much."
That is what he had told her when she proposed to him. And he had a point. She had been thinking too much about how his proposals had gone. Okay yes she had been hurt that her Mother, Sam, and Jonathan had to convince him to propose to her and that the ring belonged to her Mother but she remembered the sincere loving look in his eyes and in his voice when he asked her. And she didn't think then. She felt. She felt love. And so she had shouted: "Yes. Yes! A thousand times Yes!"
But then she found out that he had been talked into proposing and thinking Angela came back. Thinking Angela gave him back the ring and walked out. And they spent the rest of the weekend in an awkward silence. Her Mother had tried to reason with her but she had been too hurt to listen. And back home was no better. She and Tony talked and she asked him to give her some time to think things through. And he had given it to her. Just like he was doing now.
And then there was his second proposal which had taken place at a Giants football game. The funny thing was at one time she would have loved it. She remembered when Max had told them that he wanted to propose to her Mother and asked their advice. Tony had come up with the idea of proposing at Yankee stadium and the ring being in a cracker jack box. He then said: "Angela Bower? Will You Marry Me? Me? ME?" of course he had backpedaled and said it would be her and another guy but deep down she hoped he meant them. But, at that time she had felt pressured into accepting, especially since everyone around them had shouted; "Marry him! Marry him! Marry him!" And so once again thinking Angela came back.
"I know. I'm trying to quit."
And she was. She was done thinking about the whys or hows that led Tony back to her. She wanted to feel. She wanted to feel his arms around her. His strong yet gentle arms. She wanted to feel his soft plump lips upon hers and all over her body. They had been apart far too long..
She slowed down when she came upon a stop light and waited for it to turn green. In her mind she kept going over scenarios on how she should tell him that she wanted to be with him. Should she go over to Sam and Hank's and tell him? Should she invite him to her house and tell him? Should she invite him to the Country Club? No, her house was definitely the best choice. It was where they had met and fallen in love after all. And if all went as it should it was where they would be spending the rest of their lives together.
She never saw it coming.
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"Grandpa! Do you really have to leave?" Nicky pouted and sat down on Tony's bed.
Tony sat down next to him. "Oh, I know this is hard buddy. But, Grandpa needs his own place and we're still going to see each other everyday."
"Promise?" Nicky looked at him, his brown eyes so much like Sam's when she was upset.
"Cross my heart and hope-a-to fly!"
"Grandpa, that's die!" Nicky laughed.
"Hey, my Grandpa Micelli always told me never to say die to old man."
"You're not old Grandpa!"
"Well, thank you pal. Now come on and help Grandpa continue packing."
They got up and resumed packing up Tony's things.
Sam was in the kitchen washing some dishes when the phone rang. She wiped her hands on a dishtowel and answered the phone.
"Hello?"
She listened for a few moments.
"Yes, this is Samantha Thompulous."
She listened again, her eyes widening as the caller at the other end told her the news.
"Thank you. We'll be right there."
She hung up and went to the guest room where her Dad and Nicky were packing up his stuff.
"Nicky, I need you to go to your room now. I need to talk to Grandpa."
"But, Mommy, I'm helping Grandpa! And I'm doing a good job aren't I Grandpa?" Nicky smiled.
"You sure are pal!" Tony smiled back.
"Nicky, please do what I say."
"But mommy…"
"Nicholas Jonathan Thompulous you go to your room right now!"
Nicky stomped out of the room and went into his own.
"Sam? What is going on? I have never seen you talk or act that way with him." Tony was beyond astonished at his daughter's behavior.
"Dad, I know. But, I didn't want him to hear this."
"Hear what?"
"I just got a call from the hospital. It's Angela."
"What about Angela?" Tony asked his voice rising in panic,
"She was in a car accident."
"A car accident?" Tony felt numb.
"Yeah, I'm one of her emergency contacts."
"Oh my God! I have to go to her!" He ran out of the bedroom and into the kitchen where his keys were. Sam followed after him.
"I'm going to call Fran to come over and stay with Nicky. Then I'll be there." Tony nodded and went out the door and got into his jeep. He started the engine and peeled out of the driveway…
