Chapter three

I own nothing. Not Miles, Gregory or Oldbag. I wish I owned Miles and Gregory.

Gregory and Miles worked through the pain and sadness of losing someone dearly loved to them. But some how they managed. Gregory tried to be everything to his son. A father, a mother and a role model. Gregory wouldn't show his sadness infrount of his son. He couldn't bring himself to ruin his son's image of him. That emotional barrier he built during the days after his beloved wife's death, crumbled when ever he saw Mile, but it always came back up.

After this tragedy, Gregory came off cold and unfeeling because of this barrier, but when Miles smiled up at him, the ice in his eyes melted and love took its place. The air of unfeeling Gregory gave off wouldn't stop attracting people, namely women, to him. One was Wendy Oldbag.

"Oh Mr. Edgeworth, how much pain you must feel when you think of your wife. Poor... er... what's-her name... Marie!" Wendy said, cornering Gregory one day after a difficult trial.

"Actually Mrs. Oldbag... her name was Emilee." Gregory said backing away from the obsessed woman, but she just kept on talking.

"What an adorable boy you have Mr. Edgeworth!" She said, pointing at Miles, who was standing behind his father's legs. "I'm so good with children. My poor old husband. Rest his soul. He couldn't produce a child. All of the women I knew had children and I was considering adopting but my husband just up and died. I was a wreck. I couldn't bear to adopt with out him. Why does it seem that everyone I love dies? I mean it started with my pet turtle. I loved Slowly. Then he up and died. I cried for weeks. But I got over it soon enough. Then there was my old boyfriend. Went off to another country I heard. I think he died too. Then my husband had to go and die. I'm a poor widower. Just like you Mr. Edgeworth." Wendy finally finished her rant and Gregory, surprised about how much information she gave him, just stared at her for a full five minutes before he regained his senses.

"Well. I'm sorry about your husband Mrs. Oldbag. But I really must go. Miles has homework. And he still needs to eat." Gregory said, smiling at Wendy, who mentally swooned.

"Miles? What an absolutely adorable name for an adorable boy! I just want to hug him." And she almost did, but Miles being A) Quicker and B) completely afraid of this woman ran to his father car.

"Well. It seems like Miles wants to leave. I'm sure we will meet again. Good day Mrs. Oldbag." Gregory said smiling again, causing Wendy to actually swoon. Gregory used this moment to his advantage he managed to leave without running over Mrs. Oldbag, (though the thought did run through his mind.)

"Well Miles, that was exciting." Gregory said, smiling.

"That lady sounded like she wanted to replace mom. I didn't like her." Miles said, slumping down in his seat.

"Miles, no one likes Mrs. Oldbag. She rambles too much. We just tend to ignore her."
"What does she do there father?"

"She watched all the trials. It's rather frightening to hear her yell when the defense wins a case." Gregory fake shuddered at the thought and Miles laughed. "Miles just ignore her. People will come up to you a lot and ask if you're the son of Gregory Edgeworth. Just ignore the screaming hordes of girls. Though at times it is flattering."
"DAD! Don't tell me you're planning on marrying Mrs. Oldbag! Please don't marry Mrs. Oldbag!" Miles pleaded.
"I dunno... she caught my eye." This caused Miles to almost faint, when Gregory said, "Miles, I would never marry that woman. Like I said, she rambles too much."

(And there is the third chapter. yay! I like to think that Oldbag had a crush on Gregory also... and that's what started her Miles Obsession. And it was so much fun writing her ramble. Does anyone know if Miles lived in Germany when von Karma 'adopted' Miles? If you have an answer, I will eternally love you. So. Please review!)