Hiii. I'm so sorry it's been so
long. I've been busy with sixth form/college and I'm only just
getting over the fact I've had an extrememly busy social life over
the past few months.
But, I've returned, with fic
Chapter Thirty Three
"Where is my grand-daughter?" Gran shrieked upon entering the house, barging straight past dad who watched on, amused by all the stares his hopefully future mother-in-law was getting.
"Go hide!" dad mouthed at me.
I nodded and scrambled out of the living room, grabbing an unsuspecting Dougie as I did so, running out to the garden.
"You're not wearing the dress." He stated.
"It's not really the right time." I replied.
"Well, when will you wear it?" He asked.
"When the occasion calls for it." I said.
"You don't like it do you..." He looked down to the floor.
"I love it!" I said, placing my arms on his shoulders, drawing us closer together. "I love you."
He smiled and I swear, for a moment, he blushed.
"I love you too." He murmured, brushing his lips with mine.
"MUM!" I heard my own mother shrill.
I pulled apart from Dougie, both of us a little alarmed.
We edged back inside, seeing mum drag gran off dad. It seems gran was using her handbag as a weapon. Oh how graceful of you. Harrumph. Told you. She's as mad as a hatter. Definitely belongs in that home mum put her in.
"You get your hands off my daughter!" She scowled, struggling from mums grip and waggling an index finger infront of Dad's face. "I know your sort. You'll be off once you've got what you want."
"Mother!" Mum gasped.
"No KellyHope, he needs to know what I think of him and that daughter of his." She continued. I felt Dougie's hand discretely grasp around mine, squeezing slightly.
"She's our daughter." Mum said.
"Yes. I know full well who's mistake she is." Gran spat. "And where was he? Off gallivanting with that band of his. Well, I'm having none of it? Where is he going to be in a few years time? I'll tell you. Off with the next slut he see's."
"I'll be right here." Dad snarled, pulling mum closer to him. "With my wife. And my beautiful daughter."
"Your wife?" Mum whispered, both of them now ignoring gran's screams from across the room.
"Well... That's if you want to be." He smiled.
"Harry, I don't know what to say." Mum's voice now barely inaudible as she brought a hand to her lips. "I didn't expect this at all."
"I wanted you to know how much you mean to me. How much our family means to me." Dad beamed.
Oh god.
I think he may actually cry.
Oh god.
He is.
"Stop it. You'll start me off." Mum laughed slightly.
I noticed out of the corner of my eye, Tom guiding gran out of the room. She was putting up a fight, I can tell you that.
"Get your hands off me you buffoon." I heard her grumble as she was hurried past me and Dougie, sliding me a filthy look as she did so. I swear her handbag hitting my thigh was no accident. What the hell was in that thing? A house brick? I averted my attention back to the middle of the room. Dad was still awaiting mum's answer.
"Harry..." She began, looking a little hesitant.
She's going to say no!
"Kel, if you don't want to... I understand." Dad tried to smile. This wasn't going the way I had initially foresaw it. Not at all. "I just thought..."
"I do want to." She took hold of his hands in hers. "I just... I planned on telling you something today. You've thrown me completely."
"So.."
"Harry let me finish." She beckoned.
"Sorry." He mumbled, looking to the floor, cheeks burning. I think he only just realised all eyes were upon him. Every single person. All forty of them. Forty One if you count Gran. But she's not really a person. More of demonic being. You know I speak sense.
"Do you remember how I told you I was pregnant with Sam?" She asked.
"Yes." He smiled slightly. "You said 'Harry, we need to talk, grown up stuff'." He quoted off by heart.
"Well, Harry, we need to talk. Grown up stuff." Mum giggled slightly as dad slowly lifted his head, mouth agape, jaw almost hitting the floor. I swear. "So, if you still want to ask me... I'm ready to answer."
"Awwwh." I heard Dougie whimper from at the side of me. I raised an eyebrow looking up at him. He merely grinned and gave my hand a squeeze again. I swear he's going soft. Something about reaching your thirties, I'm sure of it.
"And do it properly." Mum laughed when she saw Dad about to speak.
He groaned a bit as he managed to secure himself in to the 'proposal position'. The traditional on one knee thing. I bet even if mum asked him to do this whilst standing on his head he would have obeyed. The power of Love. Glad I'm not a sucker.
Much.
"Beth, will you marry me?" He beamed up at her.
And cue the waterworks again.
Not just mum.
Seriously, it choked Danny up too. I found him crying in to Tink's jacket afterwards. Not surprised really. I only understood why he was grinning when I realised something. This was Danny Jones. What better excuse is there to bury his head in to an unsuspecting woman's bosoms?
I just realised something else.
Totally unrelated to Danny, and Tink's boobs.
I'm going to be a sister.
I always wanted a little brother or sister.
I can remember nagging for one every day for three months when I was about four. I didn't yet understand the concept of sexual intercourse, and therefore thought you placed an order with the people in the sky.
Too naive.
That all changed when I walked in on the grandparents.
Yes. Shameful I know.
Wrinkly's going at it like there was no tomorrow.
Scarred for life.