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.
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21.
Angela is grateful they've just helped Paul and Isabelle plan their wedding. The details are fresh in their minds and they know what they like - and what they don't like.
"I'm not wearing an over the top dress, and I'm certainly not wearing a pregnancy outfit to get married in," she tells him as they sit in the living room and plan. "They are so unattractive."
"You'll look good in anything. Just… maybe don't show off the bump so much. We don't have to announce we're doing things backwards."
"Then we'd better plan this quickly."
"Alright, look. We do the weekend before Valentine's Day, or the weekend after. The officiant is available both days. Are you still set on getting a caterer?"
"Tony, you're not cooking for our wedding."
"Fine, fine. I'm just looking to save some money. Okay, so we've got a big list here," he says. "Book officiant, book caterer, book organist, order flowers, rent chairs and decorations, order cake, get invitations, send invitations… I guess you need a dress, I need a suit. We need rings."
"You can take care of the caterer, and you know an organist. We can pick out the cake and invitations together. I'll do the rest."
"Um… hey, Angela… what type of ring do you want?"
"Oh, I don't know. Just a simple gold band I guess. Something to match my engagement ring. Why, what did you have in mind?"
"Nothing, nothing. Simple bands are best. They look the best too, anyway."
"Tony, you could tie a string of twine around my finger and I'd still be happy."
"On my budget, I might have to."
"Oh, honey… we don't have to worry about rings right now."
"Angela, I'm not going to marry you and not put a ring on your finger. I'll do something. I've been looking for jobs. It's practically all I've been doing."
"Let's just enjoy this time," Angela tells him, holding his hand for reassurance. "We should be happy. I have some money saved. We'll be fine."
"Angela, I told you, I don't want to live off your money."
"But you don't. You work. You have a job. It doesn't matter who pays you, what matters is that you work hard."
He doesn't respond to that.
"Let's just not worry about it, okay? Please? We'll be okay until you find something, that's the point. Let's be happy, let's plan the wedding, let's enjoy the pregnancy."
"Okay," he agrees. "Hey, listen, how about we get a chocolate cake, just for you."
"Really?"
"Really. And we'll get a walnut buttercream frosting, top it off with walnut chunks. What do you think?"
"Oh, I think that sounds delicious. Maybe… maybe we should have a trial cake."
Tony laughs. "Yeah, maybe."
"Oh, you know, I went to this event and they had these little bites - it was dates, stuffed with either goat cheese or blue cheese, wrapped in bacon and drizzled with some spicy glaze or something… it was very good."
"Dates? Okay, well, we'll get those, too."
"And you know, there are these little mini pastries -"
"Angela, how about we both go to the caterer, okay?"
"Okay," she smiles. She wraps her arm through his. "Can you believe this? We're planning our wedding. It feels so… surreal. "
"Seems like yesterday we were helping Paul and Isabelle plan their wedding."
"Do you think this is all happening too fast?" Angela asks. She's slightly scared of the answer.
"Nah. It's been like a three year courtship, like in the old days, where they did nothing but meet with chaperones."
"We certainly didn't have chaperones," Angela smiles.
"Tony Micelli gets around even the most watchful chaperone. You should have seen me with the nuns. In junior high, I had them so bamboozled, they spent an entire year wondering how a girl's bra ended up in the boys locker room."
"How did it…. Tony! You didn't!"
"It was innocent! Well, I mean kinda innocent… I only got to second base and her clasp broke and we abandoned it, that's all"
"Oh my god, that's horrible!"
"It's no big deal, nobody found out!" He looks at her, grinning. "It's not like I fell in love with her, and had a secret affair, and got her pregnant without being married to her."
"Mmm, thank goodness for that," Angela says before kissing him.
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"Okay, now turn to the side… lift up your shirt a little more. There. That's it. Hold it…."
She is barely showing, but Tony has already taken multiple pictures of her little bump. His excitement makes Angela happy - Michael never really paid attention to her pregnancy with Jonathan.
"How are you gonna hide that thing," he says, putting down the camera and running his hand over her stomach.
"It's not so big. I was thinking maybe I'll wear a white suit when we get married, like the movie stars did during World War II, I'll wear a loose blouse and a larger blazer, let out the skirt a bit…."
"Not a dress?"
"I suppose I could try to find a dress," she says, moving to lie down on the bed. Tony sits next to her, exposing her belly once again.
"There's nothing to look at!" Angela laughs.
"I never got to do this with Samantha. How big do you think he is?"
"First of all, I don't know why you keep insisting on saying 'he,' but according to my book, the baby is the size of peach or an apple."
"An apple. An apple, huh? Wait a second, stay here, don't move." Tony practically leaps from the bed and rushes out of the room. Angela covers her stomach once again, but before she can settle comfortably, Tony is back.
"We've got two types of apples, this and this. Look at the difference in sizes! Which apple is it?"
Angela laughs. "I think maybe this one," she says. "It looks more the size of a peach."
Tony lifts her shirt again and places the apple on her belly, above the swell where their child is growing.
"You don't seem big enough to have this in there."
"It's just an apple," she says, picking up the fruit.
"How big will it be when we get married?" Tony asks, mesmerized by Angela's stomach again.
"Um, I think the book said the size of avocado."
"That's the same size as an apple!"
"Maybe a big avocado, like the ones that come from California. I can hide an avocado. Tony, I'm getting a little hungry."
"Here. Have an apple."
"Tony!"
"What? Have the big one! I'm busy talking to my baby."
"The baby is hungry."
"Fine. Come on down. I'll heat up some leftover lasagna for you."
"And garlic bread?"
"And garlic bread."
"And a tiny bit of dessert."
"Angela. By the time we get married that baby is gonna skip the avocado and go straight to watermelon."
"Tony… if I wasn't pregnant, do you think we would be getting married?"
"I don't know. Eventually I guess."
"We weren't really heading in that direction…."
"Sure we were."
"We hadn't even spent time alone."
"Sure we did! Remember, Angela, we watched a few movies together, we talked… we did other things together." He winks at her and she smiles.
"We never went out alone together."
"We went to Wendy Whitner's party."
"I mean alone, just us."
"So we'll go out alone, just us."
"I just wonder… I mean… maybe this is moving too fast."
"Too fast? Angela, you're pregnant! We shoulda been married 2 months ago!"
"So you're happy? You don't think we're rushing things?"
"Do you think we are rushing things? Do you… do you not want to get married?"
"No, Tony, that's not it. I want to make sure that both you and I are going into this knowingly, that… that you're doing this for love, and not out of a sense of duty."
"Look, Angela, I love you, I love this baby, I love this whole family. I figure, we were gonna get married sooner or later anyway. Why not make it sooner? And once we're married, listen, I'll take you out all the time, just you and me. When baby comes, that's another story, but until then, we'll spend lots of time alone together, okay?"
"Okay," she smiles.
"Still hungry?"
"Yes."
In the end, he feeds her the lasagna, the garlic bread, and some dessert. When she's finished, she's very full and very sleepy.
"Thank you," she says.
"Anything to keep you happy," he says, practically dragging her up the stairs. He tucks her into bed. "You know, Angela, if I close my bedroom door, and we close this bedroom door, no one will know I'm in here."
"Tony, we're not married yet."
"Yeah, you're right. It's just a couple of weeks. Then we'll be legal," he grins.
"Goodnight, Tony."
"Goodnight, Angela. Goodnight, baby."
Tony kisses her before very reluctantly leaving the room. Only a couple of weeks left to go….