Title: At Long Last - A Wedding Bells Alternate
Category: Who's the Boss
Summary: What happens when you mix too much wine and a secret love?
Rating:NC-17, NSFW, M
Spoilers: Wedding Bells
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters.

This story contains content for mature audiences only - please be warned. If people want, I can try to mark the sections so you can skip those parts if you prefer not to read them but still want the rest of the story. If enough people ask I can try!

This story is complete (I think) but it has multiple chapters. I'll upload them as fast as I can. I kept them to 1200-1500 words for the most part because I think that's manageable to read without having to binge the whole thing!

I wrote most of these a long time ago. I apologize for any mistakes, but I will try to edit as I go!

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17.

Tony hasn't stopped doting on Angela since she told him about the pregnancy. She was enjoying it at first: he wouldn't let her lift a finger, he had nutritious meals ready for her, he insisted she rest any time she looked tired.

But now his attention is going overboard.

On New Year's Eve the family goes out together to watch fireworks. Tony makes Angela dress extra warmly and he watches her every move.

"I'm okay, Tony," she tells him for the hundredth time.

"Okay. Just tell me if you get too cold, or too tired, or if you're not feeling well."

She sighs. She should be happy. She never had this with her first pregnancy. Logically, she knows it's Tony's excitement and love that causes him to behave like a crazy person. Unfortunately, that doesn't make it any less irritating.

When no one is looking, she takes his hand.

"Relax. Enjoy tonight," she tells him.

He does, but is never far from her. The kids find their friends, the three of them get hot chocolates and chat with neighbours until the kids join them again to watch the fireworks. Tony puts his hand on her back as they are wowed by the show.

When they get home, Tony starts a fire, sitting Angela down to warm up.

"Why is she so special," Mona says, keeping her coat on as she walks through the house. "We're all cold after that."

"You can have the other chair right here, Mona," Tony says.

"Nah, I've got better things to do. Have a good night, everyone. I'm off, Jerry will be picking me up soon."

"Don't kiss any frogs, Mona!" Tony calls after her.

The four of them watch television and have snacks until midnight. They toast with sparkling juice and there are a lot of hugs and cheers and wishes as the ball drops in Times Square.

"Hey, kids, go on and take this stuff into the kitchen. It's time for bed."

"But, dad, it's New Years Eve!"

"And it's midnight! Go on, both of you. Help clean up."

As the kids groan and head into the kitchen, Tony turns to Angela.

"Happy New Year," he tells her, kissing her softly. "Happy New Year, baby," he says, placing a hand on her belly.

Angela smiles at him. How can she be irritated when he is so sweet?

"Happy New Year."

"You must be tired."

"A little. I had a good nap this afternoon."

"You go on upstairs. The kids and I will clean up."

"Oh, no, it's okay, Tony, I can help."

"No, no. You go to bed. Go on," he says, guiding her to the stairs. "I'll come and check on you soon. Do you need anything?"

"No, I'm fine."

Angela goes upstairs as Tony gets the kids to help him. She is tired, so she's glad for the reprieve, even if she did try to argue with him. She changes quickly, and crawls into bed. She's almost asleep when her bedroom door opens.

"Are you sleeping?" Tony whispers.

"Not yet."

"I just wanted to say goodnight." He sits on the edge of her bed.

"Goodnight," she says, as he runs his hand over her back.

"Angela, it's 1987."

"Yeah," she mumbles, sleepily.

"Our baby will be born in 1987."

She smiles. "Yeah," she says, looking at him.

"I can't wait."

"Me neither."

"Maybe tonight I can sleep here, with you? Just sleep."

"Okay," she says.

Tony goes to turn off the lights and change and close his bedroom door before coming into her room. He gets into what has become his side of the bed and wraps her up in his arms. She feels wonderful and safe and secure.

"I love you, Angela," he says.

"I love you," she mumbles, just before she drifts off to sleep.