a WIP of 12
Again got the urge to write while not at home, if y'all are reading this...chapter 12 is subject to change and totally unbetaed thru the completion.
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(Gibbs POV)
I'm waiting out side of the church for Kate and her parents. I went with Kate to church a few times when we were under. She made sure that we went on Christmas, Palm Sunday and Easter. We did go a few other times in between depending on how close the church was. I don't recall which base we were at, we only attended church once, because Kate hated the priest.
I watch as whole families go in to church, parents with their children and their children. I only hope that one day Kate and I will be able to attended like that with her parents. They are going to be the only grandparents that they know, besides Ducky.
I turn back to where Kate would be walking from. And see her round the corner. When we make eye contact she gives me a smile and a small wave. The scowl on her mother's face increases. This is going to be a good day. I've been telling myself that since I got up this morning. I'm going to do everything in my power to get that woman to like me. I think I may have to invite Ducky to dinner. He can usually has a good effect on women.
When Kate finally reaches me she give me a had a small squeeze.
"Good Morning." She says.
"Morning, we still on for breakfast? I brought the pictures with me." I state, Kate gives me a smile.
"You have pictures?" Micheal asks.
"Jethro brought the sonogram pictures with him."
I see a slight smile, from Eleanor, creep out from under her scowl; on day two I will take what I can get.
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(Kate POV)
Mass seemed to drag on this morning. Maybe it's because I haven't been in quite awhile, or maybe it's because Father Barrett was talking about premarital sex. That in itself was not odd, I've been to mass a number of times when that was the topic of choice. But the looks my mother was giving Gibbs and myself through the whole sermon; I have a feeling that Mother's attitude towards the situation is not likely to change anytime in the near future.
"Kate? You alright?" Gibbs asks.
"Yeah, sorry, on to breakfast then?" I ask as I tune back into what's going on around me.
"Yup, I'm parked just in back. I'll pull up, if you want to decide where were going to go."
I nod my head in agreement as he walks away.
"What are you in the mood for?" I ask my parents.
"We'll let you pick, since we've never been here before," Dad says.
"Somewhere low key," Mother pipes in, "we're going to need to talk about what you're going to do."
I choose to let the comment slide for two reasons, 1)Father Barrett is standing no more then ten feet from me and 2) I don't want to get in to a disagreement about my life in such a public place.
I see Gibbs pull up to curb and genitally lead my parents in that direction. Mother stops abruptly and looks at me.
"I am not getting a that car with him driving."
This day needs, please Lord, needs to get better.
"I'll drive then, Gibbs can sit in the back with Daddy." That seemed to appease her for the moment.
I walk around to the driver's side and Gibbs rolls down the window. I bend down as that I don't create more of a scene than my mother already has. I can see a few prying eyes watching.
"Mother won't get in the car with you driving," I tell Gibbs as I lean closer to the window.
I can see Gibbs' irritation level rise. He silently concedes, by opening the door and getting out. He softly leans in and kisses my cheek. I'm sure part of that was to say that he wasn't irritated with me and part of it was to get a rise out of my mother. Which he succeeded in doing. I can hear her grunt as she gets in the car.
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(Gibbs' POV)
I think I might kill that woman. She's never seen me drive and yet I am not good enough to transport her.
Kate picks some whole in the wall bar that on Sundays serves a nice brunch. I've heard Abby talk about it a few times, but have never had the pleasure of eating there.
Thankfully the drive is mercifully short. When Kate and Abby go they must walk because I think it's about 6 blocks from Kate's in the opposite direction of church.
The walk inside and to our table is silent. Kate holds my hand as we go and her mother still looks irritated.
The waitress asks us if we are all going to eat at the buffet, of course the hag says "absolutely not" like they were going to serve poisoned food.
Kate quietly asks for tea and coffee for the table and then tell the waitress that some of us will be eating the buffet.
The waitress returns will a pitcher of hot water, a carafe of coffee, and a 2 menus.
The hag opens her mouth as soon as she sees that the menus are for her and Mike.
"Jethro and I will be eating from the buffet," Kate says.
Mike takes a glance at the menu, looks back at the buffet and then closes his menu.
"I think I'll have that too," he says.
"When can we see those sonogram pictures?" Mike asks after a moment of silence.
I can tell that he's excited for more grandchildren.
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(Kate's POV)
At least my dad is excited for me. I'm glad that he is getting to know Gibbs. Mother, on the other hand, couldn't be nastier. It's like the more that she's here with us, the more we upset her. I think that she's just pushing buttons until Gibbs breaks. I won't let it get that far, because I will buy her a plane ticket and send her home before that happens.
"When are you getting married?" Mother asks again, this is like the third time since she's seen the sonogram picture.
"Mother, you need to stop this. It's getting ridiculous. Gibbs and I will get married when we're ready, not because you or anyone else wants us to, or because you feel that it's the "right thing to do." Do you under stand that? Do you get that when I get married that I want to make sure that it's right for me. I'm not saying that Gibbs and I won't get married, but should we decide not to; I know that no matter what he will be there for me and our children. You need to deal with that."
She stands there flabbergasted for second. I can see the wheels turning, before the retort comes.
"You have never in your life spoken to me like that."
"I've never needed to before, Mother."
"This just isn't the life that I would have chosen for you. And this isn't the way we raised you."
"You and Daddy raised me with good values and to think for myself. And that's what I'm doing."
"Rosebud, may I see the picture again?"
"Sorry, Daddy."
I grin at my dad and pass the pictures back. My father positively giddy."
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Gibbs' Pov
Breakfast could not ended sooner. If I could have hurt that woman I would have. She must have asked half a dozen times when we were getting married. Kate finally said something to her mother. The look on her face was almost comical, almost as if she'd been slapped. Michael on the other hand seem to have given me a chance and appears to actually like me, unlike his wife.
"Would you like to come for coffee at my home?" I ask as I sign credit card slip.
"You could see Jethro's boat, Dad." I can tell Kate, in her way, is trying to plant a seed. I'm just hoping that it isn't going to back fire.
"What kind of boat you got?" Michael inquired.
"When it's done it'll be a sail boat."
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(Gibbs POV)
I'm waiting out side of the church for Kate and her parents. I went with Kate to church a few times when we were under. She made sure that we went on Christmas, Palm Sunday and Easter. We did go a few other times in between depending on how close the church was. I don't recall which base we were at, we only attended church once, because Kate hated the priest.
I watch as whole families go in to church, parents with their children and their children. I only hope that one day Kate and I will be able to attended like that with her parents. They are going to be the only grandparents that they know, besides Ducky.
I turn back to where Kate would be walking from. And see her round the corner. When we make eye contact she gives me a smile and a small wave. The scowl on her mother's face increases. This is going to be a good day. I've been telling myself that since I got up this morning. I'm going to do everything in my power to get that woman to like me. I think I may have to invite Ducky to dinner. He can usually has a good effect on women.
When Kate finally reaches me she give me a had a small squeeze.
"Good Morning." She says.
"Morning, we still on for breakfast? I brought the pictures with me." I state, Kate gives me a smile.
"You have pictures?" Micheal asks.
"Jethro brought the sonogram pictures with him."
I see a slight smile, from Eleanor, creep out from under her scowl; on day two I will take what I can get.
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(Kate POV)
Mass seemed to drag on this morning. Maybe it's because I haven't been in quite awhile, or maybe it's because Father Barrett was talking about premarital sex. That in itself was not odd, I've been to mass a number of times when that was the topic of choice. But the looks my mother was giving Gibbs and myself through the whole sermon; I have a feeling that Mother's attitude towards the situation is not likely to change anytime in the near future.
"Kate? You alright?" Gibbs asks.
"Yeah, sorry, on to breakfast then?" I ask as I tune back into what's going on around me.
"Yup, I'm parked just in back. I'll pull up, if you want to decide where were going to go."
I nod my head in agreement as he walks away.
"What are you in the mood for?" I ask my parents.
"We'll let you pick, since we've never been here before," Dad says.
"Somewhere low key," Mother pipes in, "we're going to need to talk about what you're going to do."
I choose to let the comment slide for two reasons, 1)Father Barrett is standing no more then ten feet from me and 2) I don't want to get in to a disagreement about my life in such a public place.
I see Gibbs pull up to curb and genitally lead my parents in that direction. Mother stops abruptly and looks at me.
"I am not getting a that car with him driving."
This day needs, please Lord, needs to get better.
"I'll drive then, Gibbs can sit in the back with Daddy." That seemed to appease her for the moment.
I walk around to the driver's side and Gibbs rolls down the window. I bend down as that I don't create more of a scene than my mother already has. I can see a few prying eyes watching.
"Mother won't get in the car with you driving," I tell Gibbs as I lean closer to the window.
I can see Gibbs' irritation level rise. He silently concedes, by opening the door and getting out. He softly leans in and kisses my cheek. I'm sure part of that was to say that he wasn't irritated with me and part of it was to get a rise out of my mother. Which he succeeded in doing. I can hear her grunt as she gets in the car.
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(Gibbs' POV)
I think I might kill that woman. She's never seen me drive and yet I am not good enough to transport her.
Kate picks some whole in the wall bar that on Sundays serves a nice brunch. I've heard Abby talk about it a few times, but have never had the pleasure of eating there.
Thankfully the drive is mercifully short. When Kate and Abby go they must walk because I think it's about 6 blocks from Kate's in the opposite direction of church.
The walk inside and to our table is silent. Kate holds my hand as we go and her mother still looks irritated.
The waitress asks us if we are all going to eat at the buffet, of course the hag says "absolutely not" like they were going to serve poisoned food.
Kate quietly asks for tea and coffee for the table and then tell the waitress that some of us will be eating the buffet.
The waitress returns will a pitcher of hot water, a carafe of coffee, and a 2 menus.
The hag opens her mouth as soon as she sees that the menus are for her and Mike.
"Jethro and I will be eating from the buffet," Kate says.
Mike takes a glance at the menu, looks back at the buffet and then closes his menu.
"I think I'll have that too," he says.
"When can we see those sonogram pictures?" Mike asks after a moment of silence.
I can tell that he's excited for more grandchildren.
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(Kate's POV)
At least my dad is excited for me. I'm glad that he is getting to know Gibbs. Mother, on the other hand, couldn't be nastier. It's like the more that she's here with us, the more we upset her. I think that she's just pushing buttons until Gibbs breaks. I won't let it get that far, because I will buy her a plane ticket and send her home before that happens.
"When are you getting married?" Mother asks again, this is like the third time since she's seen the sonogram picture.
"Mother, you need to stop this. It's getting ridiculous. Gibbs and I will get married when we're ready, not because you or anyone else wants us to, or because you feel that it's the "right thing to do." Do you under stand that? Do you get that when I get married that I want to make sure that it's right for me. I'm not saying that Gibbs and I won't get married, but should we decide not to; I know that no matter what he will be there for me and our children. You need to deal with that."
She stands there flabbergasted for second. I can see the wheels turning, before the retort comes.
"You have never in your life spoken to me like that."
"I've never needed to before, Mother."
"This just isn't the life that I would have chosen for you. And this isn't the way we raised you."
"You and Daddy raised me with good values and to think for myself. And that's what I'm doing."
"Rosebud, may I see the picture again?"
"Sorry, Daddy."
I grin at my dad and pass the pictures back. My father positively giddy."
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Gibbs' Pov
Breakfast could not ended sooner. If I could have hurt that woman I would have. She must have asked half a dozen times when we were getting married. Kate finally said something to her mother. The look on her face was almost comical, almost as if she'd been slapped. Michael on the other hand seem to have given me a chance and appears to actually like me, unlike his wife.
"Would you like to come for coffee at my home?" I ask as I sign credit card slip.
"You could see Jethro's boat, Dad." I can tell Kate, in her way, is trying to plant a seed. I'm just hoping that it isn't going to back fire.
"What kind of boat you got?" Michael inquired.
"When it's done it'll be a sail boat."