A/N: BACK from my little campout and Im ready to ROLL... this will probably be a long chapter so enjoy and LEAVE REVIEWS!
"I don't like this..." Cal whispered.
"What?"
"I don't want to be a grandfather..."
Gillian smiled and patted his leg, "Wow... it's fine Cal... it doesn't make you any older..."
He stared at her, "I'm an old man."
"Oh shutup." She smiled and sat back.
"Gill...?" He asked, taking her hand.
"What?" She asked worriedly.
"I love you and I am happy we are finally together... for sure." He smiled and kissed her.
She was taken by surprise but ran her hands into his hair, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss.
He pulled away, catching his breath. "I love you too." She whispered.
He smiled and sat back, pulling her body into his, laying a head on her shoulder.
She laid her head on his and took a deep breath... enjoying the feeling of everything being... right.
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Emily walked in and smiled at them, both asleep. He had and arm around her waist and another on her thigh. She almost on top of him, her head on his chest. His head was leaned back and they were both peacefully sleeping. Emily looked at Gabe and smiled, "They are so cute." She said giddily. She found a blanket and laid it over them gently. She then tiptoed back to Gabe and gave him a hug, "I want to be like that."
"Me too." He whispered, kissing her head.
Cal groaned and his eyes fluttered open, "What time is it?"
"Uhh..." Gabe said, glancing at his watch, "5:23..."
"Bloody hell..." Cal sat up and lightly shook Gillian, "Wake up... Me and Em have to go."
She looked at him warily and sighed, "Where?"
"The hospital... another scan thing er whatever... I scheduled for..." He closed his eyes, searching for the time from memory, "6 o'clock." He jumped up and slipped his shoes on.
"When were you going to tell me this?" Emily asked, sitting down.
"Once it was time to leave." He smiled and stood up. He threw his arms into the air and jutted his chest out, stretching.
"I'll see you later?" Gillian asked.
"Dad?"
"Wot?"
"I'm staying with mom for a couple nights."
"Why?" His real question was Why are you telling me this now?
"She wants to see me... and I haven't gotten to see her..."
"But she-"
"She was set up dad... she didn't really want me to get hurt." Emily reassured him.
He frowned, unsure of what to say. He knew that no matter what, she was going, "Alright." He whispered, opening the door. He looked at Gillian and said, "I'm staying at my house tonight... You can finally have some peace and quiet." He winked and shut the door behind him.
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Cal stared at the doctor madly, "What the bloody hell do you mean twins?" He screamed.
"Your daughter will be having two babies, sir." The doctor said nervously.
"NO!" Cal said, refusing to take it in.
Emily glanced between them, rubbing her stomach, a small smile on her face, "Dad..." She whispered.
"Wot?" He yelled, spinning around to look at her.
"It's fine... what's wrong with two babies?"
"Because! I don't want you to have to go through that!" He stared at her for a moment then threw the keys. He walked out.
Emily looked at the doctor and shrugged. "Well... thank you... and um... sorry for his reaction..." She smiled and nodded. "I'll see you again... hopefully." She escaped the room and ran down the halls, searching for her father.
"Have fun at your mums." He mumbled, quickly walking outisde.
"Dad!" She said, grabbing his shoulders. She jammed the keys into his hands and stared at him.
"Wot?" He yelled, spinning around and staring at her.
"It's okay." She whispered.
"NO." He said firmly. He got into the car and waited for her to shut her door.
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He stared at Zoe's house, not wanting to go inside. "Dad... just go say-"
"I'll see you in a couple days." He said, staring at the dashboard.
"Right..." She whispered, getting out of the car. She made a small wave as she walked inside She smiled and hugged her mother.
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He showed up at Gillian's doorstep with a coat and sunglasses on. He stared at her face - free of makeup- and smiled.
"Hello Cal." She said happily.
He stared at her, a hand on the wall of her house, leaning on it. He wrapped a curl of her hair around his finger and sighed, "I like it curly..."
"Ok...?" She asked.
He looked at her through the tinted sunglasses and yanked them off, revealing bloodshot eyes.
"Cal...?" She asked worriedly, looking into his eyes.
"What?" He breathed.
She cringed at the smell of vodka on his breath. "You're drunk." She announced, beginning to shut the door.
"But Gillian... I have been thinking of some new nicknames... like... Butterfly... Ladybug... Angel... oh and-"
"Cal you need to go-"
"I'm not finished!" He screamed, punching the house madly. He chuckled and rubbed his raw and bloody knuckles. He shook his head and looked at her. She worriedly looked at him then glanced at his hand. She began to shut the door, backing away, but he put his foot in the door, blocking it. "Oh no you don't."
"Vodka... right?" She asked him, trying to be as calm as possible - but she knew he could sense her fear.
"Bingo." He smiled and leaned on the doorframe.
She closed her eyes and tried to remember a funny conversation she had with Emily. Only at the time she didn't know it would be important.
Emily smiled and thought for a minute, "Mad drunk... funny drunk... and sad drunk... it depends on why he was drinking in the first place... If he was hangng out with friends then its going to be a funny drunk... if he just got in a fight with my mom... a sad drunk... if I snuck out and went to a party... a mad drunk... UNLESS he has Vodka and medication at the same time," She laughed and shrugged.
"What?" Gillian asked, totally confused now.
"I guess Vodka just doesn't mix well with medication... It's like... he snaps in and out of being drunk... I've seen it before... he might be really funny and doing totally random stuff... then the next he is normal again... then he's mad and throwing things... then he's normal again... I seriously don't get it. I guess medication does that to a man." She shrugged and laughed, "How did we get on this subject?"
Gillian laughed as well and suggested, "I dunno... He was pretending he was drunk and we just started talking..." She shrugged and looked at Cal who was outside by the grill, talking with some other men. He leaned back in laughter and patted another guys back happily, drinking some beer.
She watched as they all talked and laughed and pushed eachother around. She glanced to Emily who seemed to be mesmerized by Gillian. "What?" Gillian asked, an embarrased smile on her face.
"It's okay..." Emily whispered, "I love him too." She smiled and walked outside, giving him a hug.
"Vodka..." She whispered.
"Vodka." He repeated, slowly walking into her house.
She walked back, laying her hands on his chest and trying top push him away.
He brought his hands to hers and said, "Oh I like that. I think I will go with Angel... because you are an Angel to me..." He said, a cute smile on his face. He pushed her as he walked, until they were up against a wall.
Her hand wandered to her back pocket and she felt the pocket knife that she had there. "Cal... you should go home." She said, watching as the small amount of blood from his knuckles leaked onto her white shirt.
"Do you know how long I have wanted you... but every single fucking time... something happens... and we can't... did you know my darling is having twins?" He randomly asked her.
"E-Emily is... w-what?" She asked him.
"That's exactly what I said... but I kinda got mad and yelled..." He admitted, ashamed.
"She's...?"
"Twins... you know...? Two babies that look the same? Like a peanut... it has two little nuts in it? Her stomach is like a peanut... does that make sense?" He smiled and she could see his soft sensitive side.
"Yes... that makes sense." She said, nervously laughing.
He smiled and raised his eyesbrows, "Wanna make a bet?"
"What kind of bet?"
"That... Full House... is on TV... right now."
"What kind of bet is that?" Gillian asked.
"It's just a fun bet..."
"What are the stakes."
"If you win... what do you want if you win? Money?" He asked her, placing one hand on either side of her head and leaning on the wall.
"Um... I want you to get a cab and go home until your sober again." She said, hoping it wouldn't make him mad.
"Alright..." He agreed.
"What if you win?"
"Your jacket."
"You want my jacket?"
"I want it off." He said, a smile creeping onto his face.
"Um... ok..." She whispered, nervously wriggling out from underneath his arm.
He beat her to the living room and picked up the remote. "What channel?"
"ABC Family?" She guessed.
"No duh... what number? What channel?" He asked her, flipping through the different channels.
"Oh... um... sixty-three." She said quickly.
He pressed the buttons and stared at the TV, "HA!" He yelled, pointing a finger at her.
She smiled and slipped out of her jacket, staring at the TV madly. "How did you know?"
"Well..." He said, glancing towards his watch. "I usually watch at this time." He smiled.
"That's unfair."
"How so?"
"You knew it would be on."
"Duh... that's why I made the bet." He smiled and threw the remote to the side. "Alright... now we have to get you out of that shirt." He smiled and walked up to her, forcing her to grab on his shirt so she didn't fall. He looked down at her and picked her back up. "Let's get rid of this." He said, tearing his own shirt off.
"Have you been going to the gym?" She asked him. She was trying to stay calm and make small talk but it was so hard - he was scaring her.
"Maybe... once you get abs... you don't wanna lose them... I thought I would make them more... chiseled." He smiled and stretched, jutting out his chest and showing off his abs. "Sexy... eh?" He walked past her and grabbed her arm, dragging her upstairs.
"Cal!" She said, trying to pull away, "Stop!" She called, hitting his arm.
"That's not gonna work love." He said, walking up the stairs faster.
"Why are you doing this?"
"Emily was raped." He reminded her, "And now she has to have two fucking kids... somebody needs to pay for this."
"Me?" She asked.
"Your vulnerable..." He threw her onto her bed and jumped on, straddling her. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. "AND... I love you... so we can both enjoy this."
She stared at him nervoulsy tugging at her hands. "I love you too... but not like this Cal..." She whispered.
"Well that's just too bad. Do you have any Vodka here?" He asked.
"No."
"That would be a lie." He said, glancing around the room. "Livingroom? Bathroom? Garage?" She flinched, "Aha... garage."
"I will be right back... don't leave, Angel." He smiled and quickly jogged down the stairs.
Gillian reached her hand into her back pocket and found the pocket knife. She then grabbed her emergeny cell phone that she kept under her bed. She debated on whether or not she should call Ben, but she decided against it.
She saw him walk back in to the room and wave a bottle of Vodka in her face, "Found it." He sang, taking a big gulp. "AND... I found... tada!" He said, revealing a chef knife that she had had downstairs. "We shouldn't have to use that though." He crashed the Vodka bottle onto her bedisde table and them jumped onto the bed. He sat ontop of her, a knee on each side of her waist and his hands by her head. He sat back and began to unbutton her shirt.
"No." She said, smacking his hands away and holding her shirt together.
"You asked for it." He said, taking the knife and cutting the shirt right off.
"Cal no." She said, covering her chest, trying to hide the white lacey bra she had on.
"That's a lovely bra... but I kind of want it to be on the ground... over there." He pointed to the floor with his knife and she shook her head.
"No." She refused.
"Please..." He said, jutting out his lower lip.
"I don't want this Cal! Just go home and we can forget about it."
"I don't want to." He said, rocking on the bed slightly, "I want to love you Gillian."
She stared at him for a second then whispered, "I don't want you to love me when you're drunk."
"I'm not drunk!" He yelled at her.
"Yes you are!" She yelled back.
Anger raged in his eyes and he yanked the knife down, barely skimming her stomach. She screamed in terror and sighed a sigh of relief when she found out he didn't actually hurt her. "Please, Angel..." He begged, laying his head on her chest.
She wiggled around uncomfortably and tried to push his head away, "Please Cal."
"What's going on?" He asked, throwing his head up.
"What?"
"Gah!" He yelled, jumping from the bed, "Put a shirt on woman!" He yelled, turning around and shading his eyes.
She smiled and pulled a sheet over her body. "Cal... are you... yourself right now?" She asked, not sure of how to approach the situation.
"Of course I am... 'myself' right now." He said, glancing back, "Why the bloody hell are you half naked?" He asked, itching his chest, "Gah!" He yelled again, looking down at his shirtless torso, "What the hell is going on?" He asked her madly.
"Cal... what happens when you drink Vodka?"
"I dunno... why would you ask that?"
"Because you were just mad and trying to hurt me and-"
"Shut up and love me Angel." He said, jumping onto the bed and staring at her. He smiled and leaned into her, their lips lightly pressing together.
"Be gentle." She managed to spit out before their lips touched. He surprisingly did as she asked. He was very gentle and his fingers seemed to lightly stroke the sides of her waist.
She couldn't help herself but kiss back. "God... I just love you so much Gillian..." He gasped once he pulled away from the kiss. His hands found the edge of his jeans and he began to unbutton them.
"NO!" Gillian yelled, smacking him. She did it out of instinct. She would have usually stopped and thought, but it just happened. She did NOT want him taking his pants off. She yanked the blanket back over her self when he threw a hand to his cheek.
"I'm so confused..." He mumbled, sitting back on the bed.
"Me too!" She screamed, realizing he had no clue what was happening. "Go home Cal..." She whispered.
"But... what's happening?"
"I really don't know. Vodka... you're on medication?" She stated and guessed.
"Yea... the doc gave me that green goey stuff and some medication."
"Then this isn't safe."
He stared at her, totally confued.
Cal got that mad look in his eyes again and was on the bed. He put one knee on each side of her waist and lightly stroked her stomach with his indx finger. "Alright Angel..." He whispered... "Let's actually go somewhere with this. He slipped out of his jeans, revealing black,red, and blue plaid boxers. "These can be such a pain sometimes..." He whispered, trying to slip out of them.
She shook her head and swung her knee to his crotch. He fell back, clinging to his groin. "AH!" He yelled. He rolled over and squinted. "Damn woman-" He was silenced by her knee in his face. She felt horrible for just going all out. The first knee would have been enough... did she have to hit him in the face? Oh well... it was too late to change anythying now.
She grabbed the blanket and ran downstairs. She heard him tumbling down after her and she stood on one side of the table, watching as he stopped at the other. He massaged his nose and whispered, "I think you broke it."
"Go home Cal."
"I don't wanna."
"Please."
"Fill me in here Gillian. Why are you naked? Where is my shirt? What the hell is going on here?" He asked her.
She sighed and leaned against the wall, closing her eyes.
He walked over and held her shoulders, "What am I doing?" He felt her flinch under his touch and backed away.
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He had gone back to his drunk self and had somehow managed to get her on the bed again and wasn't going back to his normal self. She still had the pocket knife but was refusing to use it. His hand wondered down to the brim of his boxers. "Let's just slip this off..." He whispered, slowly pulling them off.
"NO." She yelled, slicing the knife right into his arm. She wasn't sure why THAT of all things set her off, but once again... it was too late.
He yelled and back away. "Where the hell did you get that?" He grabbed it and threw it to the wall of the room. "Your gonna pay..." He said madly. His face crashed into hers and he forced his tongue into her mouth. She stopped stuggling and pretended to give into it and kissed him back, making him think she didn't mind this. The truth was... it was actually amazing... he knew just how she wanted it.
She only had one idea left and decided it was worth a try. He was kissing her all over and she tightly closed her eyes, "I bet this would be nice in the shower." She said hopefully.
His face was soon on hers and he breathed heavily, "Really?"
"Really." She stroked his chest and smiled.
"That's what I'm talking about." He said, literally picking her up and bringing her into the bathroom. He was busy yanking off his boxers as she turned on the freezing cold water. He slipped into the shower with her and began kissing her. She turned the head of the shower to be on his body and he soon shivered and pulled her body closer to his, eliminating whatever sliver of air had been inbetween them. She tried to stop him from shoving her down to her knees. She kept her mouth shut but he fell to his own knees and grabbed her jaw.
"Open you damn mouth." He ordered, grabbing her arm tightly.
She ignored the order and held his face, kissing him again. She pressed her body against his, their chests squished together. his hands slipped down to her waist and he picked her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and madly made out with him.
He kissed her - a little too rough, but she could handle it.
She kissed him back, continuing the act that she was confident would work... Just... keep... him under... the cold water... She reminded herself.
"Gillian?" He asked, pulling away from her. He looked at her and shut his eyes. "God..." He whispered. He slipped to the bottom of the bathtub. He hid his face in his legs and shook his head.
She stared at him and grabbed a towel, covering herself. She sat on the edge of the bathtub and lightly touched his shoulder.
"What's wrong with me? What did I do to you?" He asked in a muffled voice.
"I am fine Cal." She promised.
"No you're not."
"Nothing broken... I'm not even bruised."
"But you will have to live with this for the rest of your life!" He yelled, lifting his head. He looked down at his naked body and yanked a towel from the rack.
She stared at him for a moment, "Nothing really happened Cal... I mean... really... it's okay... you're just mad about the twins..."
He stared at the opposite wall of the bathroom. He reached over the edge and gound his jeans. "I'm just going to leave now. I'm sorry Gillian... I'm glad you used the knife." He watched as the little blood that was left from his cut sunk into the drain.
"I'm not..." She whispered as he slipped into his wet jeans. She looked at the ground and sighed.
"Goodbye... I'm really... really fucking sorry." He said, looking at her, shivering as the air in her house turned on and blew against his bare chest and back.
She blinked several times and watched as he left the bathroom. She heard him walk into her room and then run downstairs.
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Emily played with the food on her plate and sighed, "A penny for your thoughts." Zoe said, eating some macaroni and cheese.
"I wonder if he's okay."
"Who?"
"Dad."
"Why?"
"He was mad about the twins..."
"Mad?"
"More like... angry... apparently he doesn't want me to have to go through that..." She whispered. "He probably drank mom... I'm just worried about him."
"I'm sure he's fine." She said, watching Emily.
"Yeah..." She whispered.
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Cal stared out the window as he drove home. "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME?" He screamed, hitting the dashboard madly. He honked the horn several times and laid back, slamming his head against the headrest. He heard a honk come from behind him and he threw his head out the window, "What the fuck do you want? FUCK OFF!" He yelled. He drove forward and sighed, looking at the line of traffic ahead of him.
He was soon in his driveway and getting out of the car. The house was how he left it, still pretty trashed, but Gillian obviously had done some secret work with it. He picked up several small pieces of glass and threw them away. He collapsed onto the couch and was soon asleep.
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Gillian played what happened over and over again in her mind. The worst thing that happened was that they saw eachother naked. That wasn't that bad was it? They would eventually anyway... right? She walked into her room and found some sweats and a sweatshirt. She then began taking the sheets from the bed. Joggin downstairs she threw the sheets into the sat down on the couch and turned on the TV.
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Gabe knocked on Zoe's door, holding a bouquet of flowers.
"They're beautiful." Zoe said, taking the flowers from them.
Emily stood up and walked over to Gabe, "Did you hear?"
"Twins?" He asked, lightly laying his hand on her stomach.
She nodded and laid her hand on his, "I can't wait until they start to kick." She smiled and he kissed her head.
"Well come have some dinner." Zoe offered, walking into the ktchen with them.
They all sat down and began talking. "This is Gabe mom." Emily said, introducing them, "This is mom Gabe." She smiled and looked at Zoe.
"It's very nice to meet you... Cal hasn't gotten rid of you so you must be doing a good job." She smiled and shook his open hand.
"I hope so." He said. He looked aroundat the table and sat back in his chair. Zoe offered a platter of macaroni and cheese and he shook his head, "Oh no thank you... I'm not very hungry right now..." He patted his stomach, "I had a late lunch."
"Alright... just let me know if you get hungry... a growing man needs food." She smiled and continued eating.
A/N: LONG chapter... alotta stuff pushed into one... EEK... so watered down this is what happened... and what you really need to know... JUST in case you go confused with it up there because I can be a confusing writer sometimes...
1) EMILY IS GOING TO HAVE TWINS!
2) Cal got totally pissed and got drunk and kinda sexually harassed Gillian but she put an end to it and he went home - totally mad at himself (and he has a wound from when Gillian stabbed him with the pocket knife
3)Zoe is innocent
4) Zoe and Gabe finaly met
SO PLEASE LEAVE REVIEWS! Oh and check out my one-off called 'Goodbye'... i cried writing it :( it makes me think of the song Cryin For Me by Toby Keith... you should listen to it! what a lovely idea... lol so go check that out and my other stories while your at it! And please pretty pretty pretty please leave some reviews! Thankyou and gooodnight! ACTUALLY... i might get up another chapter but not for this story... and if you havent noticed already... this story is the NEVERENDING story... lol i STILL dont know when it will end lol... well alright... I am going to go catch up on some Lie To Me... CANT WAIT TILL TOMORROW! NEW EPISODE!
*God Loves You*