Fred snuggled against Wesley as they drove from San Antonio to her parents’ farm. She couldn’t believe in a few days Wesley and her were going to be married. Things were finally falling into place in for them. The agency was up and running, their new home was finished, and she was finally past the first trimester of her pregnancy. That meant no more morning sickness and she was actually feeling human again.
When they got to the farm, Fred took Wesley’s hand, ready to show him where they’d be sleeping when her dad said he had to sleep in the attic. In the attic. “Daddy!” Fred said, narrowing her eyes at him. “That isn’t fair
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Wesley couldn't even say anything to comfort Fred before he was propelled out of the house by his future father-in-law. With a sinking feeling, he realized that he was being "punished" for getting Fred pregnant before they had got married. Oh, Roger was being affable and polite about it, smiling and offering to help out as he pressed a rake into his hand, but Wesley knew
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Fred spent most of the afternoon in her old room, pouting and scheming. Whenever her mom came to the door, Fred pretended not to hear her or pretended to be asleep. It was late afternoon when she finally had to leave the room because she was hungry. Going downstairs, she went to the kitchen and started to make herself a sandwich
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Wesley was pretty sure he never done this much manual labor in his entire life. The Council had insisted on physical fitness, of course, during the academy - something that most Watchers let slack once they were in the field. But this...the exercise regiment they had gone through had nothing on this
( ... )
After spending a few moments with Wesley, and knowing they would be together later, Fred was finally happy. She went back inside and helped her mother fix supper. By the time it was ready, her dad and Wesley were done and cleaned up for the evening. Once they'd finished supper, Fred sat next to Wesley and cuddled against him, not caring if her dad kept looking over at them
( ... )
When Wesley heard Fred then felt her getting into the bed with him, he cracked an eye open, smiling at the sight of her cuddling up against him. "I missed you too," he told her softly, kissing the top of her head
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Fred was in the middle of a wonderful dream about babies and Wesley and a big house when she heard someone clear their throat, and felt Wesley jump, she opened her eyes. Her dad was standing there, practically yelling at Wesley. And Fred wasn't too happy about it. Especially when her dad called Wesley a liar
( ... )
When Fred got up from the bed, Wesley wanted to reach out and get her to sit down, stay calm. He didn't want anything to happen to her or the baby because she was upset with her father. But as she stood up to him, telling him exactly what happened and seeing understanding dawn on Roger's face, Wesley felt pride swelling in his heart
( ... )
"Are you sure?" Fred asked as she chewed on her bottom lip.
"I'm sure, baby. It zips up just fine now," Trish told her daughter.
Fred turned and looked into the full-length mirror. The dress she was wearing was bough several weeks before. She'd been in such a rush that she had forgotten to get a size bigger in case she was showing by the time of the wedding. That morning, when she went to put it on, Fred noticed she was showing and after locking herself in the bathroom, Trish told her she'd fix the dress for her
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The longer Wesley stood out by the pastor, the more antsy he became. He wanted this to go well. After everything that had happened in their life, he wanted this to a perfect day for Fred and himself
( ... )
More tears came to Fred's eyes as Wesley reassured her it was okay. Deep down she knew their child was all right but she was just worried about her. She didn't want something bad to happen before they even had the chance to meet her. Fred wouldn't be able to live with herself if she caused injury to their unborn child
( ... )
When they got to the farm, Fred took Wesley’s hand, ready to show him where they’d be sleeping when her dad said he had to sleep in the attic. In the attic. “Daddy!” Fred said, narrowing her eyes at him. “That isn’t fair ( ... )
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"I'm sure, baby. It zips up just fine now," Trish told her daughter.
Fred turned and looked into the full-length mirror. The dress she was wearing was bough several weeks before. She'd been in such a rush that she had forgotten to get a size bigger in case she was showing by the time of the wedding. That morning, when she went to put it on, Fred noticed she was showing and after locking herself in the bathroom, Trish told her she'd fix the dress for her ( ... )
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