Wesley hadn't wanted to pull out of Fred, rather enjoying the feeling of being inside her and holding her like this, but when her phone rang, he had no choice. Sliding out of her with a soft sigh, he reached for a tissue and wiped himself off while she answered the phone. When he heard her say "Mom", he paused for a moment, wondering what she was going to tell them about their news. He knew that she had told them they were together - she had called them after he had taken her back to his place to live until the others had moved out of the hotel.
Their news, though...
Was apparently taken by her father about as he expected. Cringing when she handed the phone over to him, he took a deep breath and put the receiver to his ear.
"Mr. Burkle?" he asked, his voice threatening to crack.
"Didn't they teach you 'bout protection back where you come from, boy?"
Wesley swallowed, looking over at Fred and reaching out to take her hand. "Ye--yes, sir. We...there were some circumstances, and we made a mistake, but...the baby...we're happy about this. I'm going to do everything in my power to protect Fred and our child. I'll never leave them, no matter what happens."
There was a pause on the other end. "Well, blast it! There you go, ruining my perfectly good interrogation about your intentions toward my daughter."
"Roger!" Trish's horrified voice came over the line.
"I want to make sure that my daughter and our grandbaby are taken care of! I'm sure Wesley understands that. They haven't been together that long, you know," Roger told her.
Wesley smiled softly, thinking how different this Roger was from his own father who carried the same name. "I understand. Be assured, I love your daughter more than anything. I've loved her for a long time. Now that we're together, I don't intend to ever let her go."
"You going to be able to handle things?" Roger asked. "You two ain't exactly in a safe area of work."
"We'll make it work. We have plans for the hotel and the agency. And like I said, I'll keep Fred safe, whatever it takes."
"I suppose that's all I can ask for our baby."
"It's everything we'd want for her," Trish said. "Let us talk to her again."
Fred sat on the bed and nervously chewed her bottom lip. She was afraid of what her dad was saying to Wesley, but, when Wesley started to talk, saying how much he loved her, Fred smiled and squeezed his hand. They were going to be okay, and nothing bad was going to happen.
When Wesley handed the phone back to her, Fred took it and spoke to her mother for a few more minutes. Fred then said goodbye to her parents and ended the call. She then turned off her phone. "I don't want to be disturbed anymore today," she murmured before she leaned forward and softly kissed Wesley's lips. "Plus, I don't really want to share you today."
Snuggling against him, Fred ran her hand over his chest and kissed his shoulder. "We should go out tonight and do something fun! Oh! Remember the section of the Los Angeles Pier we helped clean up?" she asked as she grinned. "They renovated it and there's this cute little restaurant. It's like a 50's theme with hamburgers and malts. We should go there and have something to eat, then we can walk on the beach or check out the carnival."
Their news, though...
Was apparently taken by her father about as he expected. Cringing when she handed the phone over to him, he took a deep breath and put the receiver to his ear.
"Mr. Burkle?" he asked, his voice threatening to crack.
"Didn't they teach you 'bout protection back where you come from, boy?"
Wesley swallowed, looking over at Fred and reaching out to take her hand. "Ye--yes, sir. We...there were some circumstances, and we made a mistake, but...the baby...we're happy about this. I'm going to do everything in my power to protect Fred and our child. I'll never leave them, no matter what happens."
There was a pause on the other end. "Well, blast it! There you go, ruining my perfectly good interrogation about your intentions toward my daughter."
"Roger!" Trish's horrified voice came over the line.
"I want to make sure that my daughter and our grandbaby are taken care of! I'm sure Wesley understands that. They haven't been together that long, you know," Roger told her.
Wesley smiled softly, thinking how different this Roger was from his own father who carried the same name. "I understand. Be assured, I love your daughter more than anything. I've loved her for a long time. Now that we're together, I don't intend to ever let her go."
"You going to be able to handle things?" Roger asked. "You two ain't exactly in a safe area of work."
"We'll make it work. We have plans for the hotel and the agency. And like I said, I'll keep Fred safe, whatever it takes."
"I suppose that's all I can ask for our baby."
"It's everything we'd want for her," Trish said. "Let us talk to her again."
Nodding, Wesley handed the phone back to Fred.
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When Wesley handed the phone back to her, Fred took it and spoke to her mother for a few more minutes. Fred then said goodbye to her parents and ended the call. She then turned off her phone. "I don't want to be disturbed anymore today," she murmured before she leaned forward and softly kissed Wesley's lips. "Plus, I don't really want to share you today."
Snuggling against him, Fred ran her hand over his chest and kissed his shoulder. "We should go out tonight and do something fun! Oh! Remember the section of the Los Angeles Pier we helped clean up?" she asked as she grinned. "They renovated it and there's this cute little restaurant. It's like a 50's theme with hamburgers and malts. We should go there and have something to eat, then we can walk on the beach or check out the carnival."
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