Snapshot: Wedding Woes: Alan/Margaret
Title: Wedding Woes
Fandom: Numb3rs
Characters: Alan/Margaret, Don, Charlie
Rating: G
Prompt: #11 Cranky for 50episodes
Word Count: 422
Disclaimer: Not mine, only borrowing, just fun, no infringement intended
A/N: Today is my mommy's birthday; this is for her!
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“Alan, could I borrow you for a moment?” Margaret asked, her hands still behind her neck and holding the ends of the pearl necklace.
Alan glanced over at her and stopped fussing with Charlie, who refused to keep on his tuxedo jacket. He planted himself behind her and replaced her fingers with his around the clasp as she lifted up her hair. Gently, he latched the necklace and placed a kiss on her exposed neck.
“Eww,” Don jeered from the doorway. Alan turned around and gave him the stern expression that let the eleven-year-old know he was pushing it.
“Keep that up, Donnie, and there won’t be any cake.”
Don muttered, “Fine, I’ll just eat Charlie’s.”
“Nuh-uh.” Their youngest son again fidgeted on the bed and tried to take off his jacket.
“Donald Eppes, do not test me.” Alan turned back to Charlie. “Charlie, leave your jacket on.”
Alan was quickly losing his patience. He had drafts to finish, and the last place he wanted to be was his wife’s cousin’s wedding. Margaret softly placed her hands on his shoulders.
“Rebecca will appreciate us being there,” she assured to his unspoken protest.
“Rebecca doesn’t know what it’s like to have two boys. This is going to be a nightmare.”
Margaret lightly laughed. “You’re overreacting.”
“Do you really think we’ll be able to make them behave through the whole ceremony?”
“They’re boys; nobody expects them to behave.”
“I’m sure the bride’s family will beg to differ.”
“I don’t want to go, anyway,” Don declared. “I can stay here.”
“Honey, it’s not fair if Charlie goes and you don’t,” Margaret attempted to reason.
“Charlie can stay here with me. I can watch him.”
“Yeah,” Charlie agreed, fussing uncomfortably with his tiny tux.
“Did you clean your room like your mother asked?” Alan inquired with a pointed look.
“No…”
“Then I hardly think you’re responsible enough to watch your brother. Now, put your shoes on. Charlie, where did you put your shoes?”
The curly-haired child put out his hands and shrugged. “I don’t know.” Margaret tried to hold back a smile. Charlie might have been a handful, but he was impossibly cute. Don, on the other hand, had grown out of his cute phase a while ago now that he was bound determined to challenge them on everything.
Alan shook his head. “I told you,” he said to Margaret, “that this was going to be a nightmare.”
“Chin up, dear.” She kissed his cheek. “It’ll be over before you know it.”
“But not soon enough.”
Fandom: Numb3rs
Characters: Alan/Margaret, Don, Charlie
Rating: G
Prompt: #11 Cranky for 50episodes
Word Count: 422
Disclaimer: Not mine, only borrowing, just fun, no infringement intended
A/N: Today is my mommy's birthday; this is for her!
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“Alan, could I borrow you for a moment?” Margaret asked, her hands still behind her neck and holding the ends of the pearl necklace.
Alan glanced over at her and stopped fussing with Charlie, who refused to keep on his tuxedo jacket. He planted himself behind her and replaced her fingers with his around the clasp as she lifted up her hair. Gently, he latched the necklace and placed a kiss on her exposed neck.
“Eww,” Don jeered from the doorway. Alan turned around and gave him the stern expression that let the eleven-year-old know he was pushing it.
“Keep that up, Donnie, and there won’t be any cake.”
Don muttered, “Fine, I’ll just eat Charlie’s.”
“Nuh-uh.” Their youngest son again fidgeted on the bed and tried to take off his jacket.
“Donald Eppes, do not test me.” Alan turned back to Charlie. “Charlie, leave your jacket on.”
Alan was quickly losing his patience. He had drafts to finish, and the last place he wanted to be was his wife’s cousin’s wedding. Margaret softly placed her hands on his shoulders.
“Rebecca will appreciate us being there,” she assured to his unspoken protest.
“Rebecca doesn’t know what it’s like to have two boys. This is going to be a nightmare.”
Margaret lightly laughed. “You’re overreacting.”
“Do you really think we’ll be able to make them behave through the whole ceremony?”
“They’re boys; nobody expects them to behave.”
“I’m sure the bride’s family will beg to differ.”
“I don’t want to go, anyway,” Don declared. “I can stay here.”
“Honey, it’s not fair if Charlie goes and you don’t,” Margaret attempted to reason.
“Charlie can stay here with me. I can watch him.”
“Yeah,” Charlie agreed, fussing uncomfortably with his tiny tux.
“Did you clean your room like your mother asked?” Alan inquired with a pointed look.
“No…”
“Then I hardly think you’re responsible enough to watch your brother. Now, put your shoes on. Charlie, where did you put your shoes?”
The curly-haired child put out his hands and shrugged. “I don’t know.” Margaret tried to hold back a smile. Charlie might have been a handful, but he was impossibly cute. Don, on the other hand, had grown out of his cute phase a while ago now that he was bound determined to challenge them on everything.
Alan shook his head. “I told you,” he said to Margaret, “that this was going to be a nightmare.”
“Chin up, dear.” She kissed his cheek. “It’ll be over before you know it.”
“But not soon enough.”