Ficlet: Girls Just Wanna Have Fun (GH, Robin, Maxie, Brenda, Lana)
Title: Girls Just Wanna Have Fun
Author: empressearwig
Prompt: 97 - Writers Choice
Pairing/Character(s): Robin, Maxie, Brenda, Lana
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Sadly, not mine.
Word Count: 1544
Spoilers/Warnings: Part of the Lana!AU.
Summary: Girls afternoon out.
Author's Notes: Written for theechochorus. Thanks to normative_jean for the suggestion. I hope you like how it turned out.
Brenda flopped into a chair at Kelly’s, dropping her many shopping bags to the ground. She raised a hand to her forehead, pretending to wipe sweat away from her brow. “I don’t think I can move.”
Lana giggled and climbed up onto the chair next to Brenda. “Aunt Brenda, you’re silly.”
Brenda leaned foreward and wiggled her fingers wildly in the air in front of Lana. “Oh, it’s silly am I?” Rather than wait for an answer, she began tickling Lana furiously, causing the little girl to writhe about in fits of laughter.
From behind them came Robin’s voice as she said dryly, “Kindly unhand my child, please.”
Brenda paused and tilted her head back to look at Robin’s face, which was fighting a losing battle to remain stern. She looked back down at Lana and whispered conspiratorily. “I think we’re in trouble.”
Lana just giggled in response.
Brenda nugged Lana with her elbow. “No seriously, be cute, okay? Get us out of trouble.”
“I think she’s genetically incapable of not being that,” Robin said ruefully, as she sat down next to Lana. She set her purse down on the table in front of her. “She is very much Patrick’s daughter.”
Brenda arched an eyebrow. “How is that Patrick’s fault? She’s your mini-me.”
“Hey!” Lana protested indignantly. “I’m not mini.”
Robin laughed. “I meant the dimples and personality actually,” she explained. Robin rubbed her hand over her belly. “So help me if this one inherits either, I’m totally screwed.”
“Mommy!” Lana admonished sternly. “That’s a bad word. I get a quarter.”
“A quarter?” Brenda asked curiously.
Robin made a face. “Since Patrick took over as head of neurology, he’s been having to deal with a lot more administrative work, and it’s made his vocabulary more colorful, shall we say. So Lana gets a quarter every time one of uses a bad word, in the hopes that it will make him remember not to. All that’s happening is that she’s getting rich, though.” She looked down at Lana. “When we get home, okay?”
Lana pouted slightly. “Okay.”
“Hey, none of that, or I won’t be able to talk your mom into ice cream,” Brenda scolded Lana. “Of course we can’t get ice cream till Maxie gets here. Where is she, anyway?”
“I’m here, I’m here,” Maxie called as she hurried through the door. She dropped into the chair between Brenda and Robin. “I couldn’t find a parking spot.”
“This is why you should have walked with me and Miss Lana,” Brenda said authoritatively. “Right, kiddo?”
Lana nodded.
“Yes, well, I would have had a hard time explaining to Patrick why I let his six month pregnant wife walk a mile in the 90 degree heat while carrying the entire contents of Wyndham’s children’s department,” Maxie huffed. She looked around for a waiter. “Why don’t we even have water yet?”
“It was not all children’s clothes,” Brenda defended. “There was some stuff for Robin, too.”
“You know, I’m sitting right here,” Robin pointed out.
Brenda waved that away. “Yeah, I know, you’re kind of hard to miss.”
Robin’s jaw dropped, while Maxie snickered behind her hand.
“Brenda!” Robin exclaimed, aghast.
Brenda shrugged. “Sorry sweetie, just pointing out the obvious.” She looked back over at Maxie. “So are you scared of Patrick or something little girl?”
“Scared, no. Aware that when it comes to Robin and number two that Patrick is completely irrational? Yes.” Maxie made a face and looked over at Robin. “Seriously Robin, when are you guys going to know whether it’s a boy or a girl? Number two is just so out of Star Trek and I’m worried about traumatizing the kid while it’s still in the womb.”
Brenda nodded in agreement. “She has a point. And I need to know so I can start on this child’s wardrobe.”
Robin rolled her eyes at both of them. “We decided we didn’t want to know, for your information. We didn’t with Lana,” Robin said, smoothing a hand over the hair that had escaped from Lana’s ponytail. “So why do we need to know with this one?” She shot an amused look at Brenda. “Besides, I’m going to have a hard enough time explaining Lana’s new fall wardrobe to Patrick without you supplying all of the new baby’s too.”
“That was back to school shopping,” Brenda defended. She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back in her chair with a huff.
“Brenda, she goes to a private school where there are uniforms,” Robin laughed.
Lana tugged on the sleeve of Robin’s shirt.
Robin looked down at her. “What’s wrong, baby?”
“I’m starving,” she pleaded. “When do we get ice cream?”
“Hm,” Robin said, looking around the empty restaurant. “Why don’t you peek into the kitchen and see if Mike just didn’t hear us come in, alright?”
“Okay!” Lana pushed herself back from the table and ran off towards the kitchen.
“Take your time!” Maxie called after her. She turned to Robin with a devilish glint in her eyes. “I want Robin to tell us how she managed to convince Patrick not to find out the sex of the baby, and I want every salacious detail that isn’t fit for little girls ears.”
Brenda crowed with laughter and Robin blushed furiously as she exclaimed, “Maxie!”
Maxie shrugged. “You’re knocked up, Robin. I think it’s a safe bet that Brenda and I know you’ve had sex before.”
“She had you there,” Brenda pointed out, an appreciative smile on her face.
“Yes, but I don’t usually discuss it when my daughter is in the next room!” Robin hissed.
“You have sex with her in the next room or you wouldn’t be pregnant,” Maxie countered.
Robin’s jaw dropped. “Maxie!” she spluttered, while Brenda bent over trying to calm her fit of laughter.
Before she could say anything else, Mike walked out of the kitchen hand in hand with Lana.
“Sorry about that ladies,” he said apologetically. “I was trying to fix a leaky faucet and couldn’t hear anything.” He smiled at them. “What can I get for all of you?”
Brenda spoke first. “A strawberry sundae with chocolate ice cream please.”
“I’d like a butterscotch sundae, please,” Maxie requested. Catching sight of Robin’s wrinkled nose, she defended, “Hey, at least it’s not whatever gross combination you’re about to order…”
“Touché,” Robin said. She looked down at Lana. “Your usual?” At Lana’s eager nod, Robin said, “One hot fudge sundae with extra whipped cream for her, and for me…” she trailed off.
Mike laughed. “Whatever it is Robin, go ahead. You’ve pretty much ordered it all before.”
“True,” Robin said ruefully. “Okay, what I’d like is orange sherbet with chocolate sauce and a sprinkling of cashews on top. And I think we all would like a glass of water, please.”
“Coming right up.” Mike said, as he headed back into the kitchen.
“That was it?” Maxie asked, disappointment evident in her voice. “Not at all up to your usual disgusting standard, Robin.”
“I’m sorry to disappoint you,” Robin laughed. She narrowed her eyes at her cousin. “So when are you and Lucky going to get with the kid program and then I can make fun of your cravings?”
“Actually…” Maxie drawled. “We’ve been talking about it. Well, not with me actually having the kid, because of my heart, but about a surrogate or adoption.”
“Really?” Robin squealed. She leaned over to hug Maxie, then pulled back. “Wait, why are you talking about it now?”
Maxie laughed. “Because it’s absolutely the worst time for it. Or the best. Lucky made Lieutenant, I’m finally editor in chief, the boys are finally used to the number of siblings they have…”
“Wait, rewind,” Brenda ordered, leaning forward eagerly. “Did you say editor in chief?”
Maxie smiled shyly. “I did.”
High pitched squeals filled the air, as Brenda and Robin threw their arms around Maxie, and Lana eager to join in, crawled under the table to throw herself on top of the heap.
When Mike came out of the kitchen carrying their ice cream, he found them in the same position, still squealing. He set the tray down and asked, “What’s going on ladies?”
Robin pulled back first and beamed at Mike. “Maxie has finally been named editor in chief of Crimson!”
“Congratulations,” Mike said warmly, as he finished unloading the tray. “This is on the house.” He smiled a final time and headed back into the kitchen.
Everyone righted themselves, and were about to dig in when Robin interrupted. “I’d like to propose a toast,” she announced.
“With what?” Brenda interrupted.
“Ice cream,” Lana piped up. “Mommy loves to make ice cream toasts.”
“Stop giving away my secrets,” Robin scolded.
“It’s not a secret,” Maxie corrected. “It’s a Scorpio tradition.” She smiled knowingly at Robin.
“Right, now as I was saying, I’d like to propose a toast. To Maxie, the best surrogate sister”
“And niece,” Brenda interjected.
“And godmother three women could ask for,” Robin finished. She held up a spoonful of ice cream. “To Maxie.”
Everyone else’s spoons joined hers. “To Maxie,” Brenda and Lana chorused.
Maxie looked at all of them and smiled impishly. “Well, if you all insist. To me.”
They all laughed, tapped their spoons together, and dug in.
Author: empressearwig
Prompt: 97 - Writers Choice
Pairing/Character(s): Robin, Maxie, Brenda, Lana
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Sadly, not mine.
Word Count: 1544
Spoilers/Warnings: Part of the Lana!AU.
Summary: Girls afternoon out.
Author's Notes: Written for theechochorus. Thanks to normative_jean for the suggestion. I hope you like how it turned out.
Brenda flopped into a chair at Kelly’s, dropping her many shopping bags to the ground. She raised a hand to her forehead, pretending to wipe sweat away from her brow. “I don’t think I can move.”
Lana giggled and climbed up onto the chair next to Brenda. “Aunt Brenda, you’re silly.”
Brenda leaned foreward and wiggled her fingers wildly in the air in front of Lana. “Oh, it’s silly am I?” Rather than wait for an answer, she began tickling Lana furiously, causing the little girl to writhe about in fits of laughter.
From behind them came Robin’s voice as she said dryly, “Kindly unhand my child, please.”
Brenda paused and tilted her head back to look at Robin’s face, which was fighting a losing battle to remain stern. She looked back down at Lana and whispered conspiratorily. “I think we’re in trouble.”
Lana just giggled in response.
Brenda nugged Lana with her elbow. “No seriously, be cute, okay? Get us out of trouble.”
“I think she’s genetically incapable of not being that,” Robin said ruefully, as she sat down next to Lana. She set her purse down on the table in front of her. “She is very much Patrick’s daughter.”
Brenda arched an eyebrow. “How is that Patrick’s fault? She’s your mini-me.”
“Hey!” Lana protested indignantly. “I’m not mini.”
Robin laughed. “I meant the dimples and personality actually,” she explained. Robin rubbed her hand over her belly. “So help me if this one inherits either, I’m totally screwed.”
“Mommy!” Lana admonished sternly. “That’s a bad word. I get a quarter.”
“A quarter?” Brenda asked curiously.
Robin made a face. “Since Patrick took over as head of neurology, he’s been having to deal with a lot more administrative work, and it’s made his vocabulary more colorful, shall we say. So Lana gets a quarter every time one of uses a bad word, in the hopes that it will make him remember not to. All that’s happening is that she’s getting rich, though.” She looked down at Lana. “When we get home, okay?”
Lana pouted slightly. “Okay.”
“Hey, none of that, or I won’t be able to talk your mom into ice cream,” Brenda scolded Lana. “Of course we can’t get ice cream till Maxie gets here. Where is she, anyway?”
“I’m here, I’m here,” Maxie called as she hurried through the door. She dropped into the chair between Brenda and Robin. “I couldn’t find a parking spot.”
“This is why you should have walked with me and Miss Lana,” Brenda said authoritatively. “Right, kiddo?”
Lana nodded.
“Yes, well, I would have had a hard time explaining to Patrick why I let his six month pregnant wife walk a mile in the 90 degree heat while carrying the entire contents of Wyndham’s children’s department,” Maxie huffed. She looked around for a waiter. “Why don’t we even have water yet?”
“It was not all children’s clothes,” Brenda defended. “There was some stuff for Robin, too.”
“You know, I’m sitting right here,” Robin pointed out.
Brenda waved that away. “Yeah, I know, you’re kind of hard to miss.”
Robin’s jaw dropped, while Maxie snickered behind her hand.
“Brenda!” Robin exclaimed, aghast.
Brenda shrugged. “Sorry sweetie, just pointing out the obvious.” She looked back over at Maxie. “So are you scared of Patrick or something little girl?”
“Scared, no. Aware that when it comes to Robin and number two that Patrick is completely irrational? Yes.” Maxie made a face and looked over at Robin. “Seriously Robin, when are you guys going to know whether it’s a boy or a girl? Number two is just so out of Star Trek and I’m worried about traumatizing the kid while it’s still in the womb.”
Brenda nodded in agreement. “She has a point. And I need to know so I can start on this child’s wardrobe.”
Robin rolled her eyes at both of them. “We decided we didn’t want to know, for your information. We didn’t with Lana,” Robin said, smoothing a hand over the hair that had escaped from Lana’s ponytail. “So why do we need to know with this one?” She shot an amused look at Brenda. “Besides, I’m going to have a hard enough time explaining Lana’s new fall wardrobe to Patrick without you supplying all of the new baby’s too.”
“That was back to school shopping,” Brenda defended. She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back in her chair with a huff.
“Brenda, she goes to a private school where there are uniforms,” Robin laughed.
Lana tugged on the sleeve of Robin’s shirt.
Robin looked down at her. “What’s wrong, baby?”
“I’m starving,” she pleaded. “When do we get ice cream?”
“Hm,” Robin said, looking around the empty restaurant. “Why don’t you peek into the kitchen and see if Mike just didn’t hear us come in, alright?”
“Okay!” Lana pushed herself back from the table and ran off towards the kitchen.
“Take your time!” Maxie called after her. She turned to Robin with a devilish glint in her eyes. “I want Robin to tell us how she managed to convince Patrick not to find out the sex of the baby, and I want every salacious detail that isn’t fit for little girls ears.”
Brenda crowed with laughter and Robin blushed furiously as she exclaimed, “Maxie!”
Maxie shrugged. “You’re knocked up, Robin. I think it’s a safe bet that Brenda and I know you’ve had sex before.”
“She had you there,” Brenda pointed out, an appreciative smile on her face.
“Yes, but I don’t usually discuss it when my daughter is in the next room!” Robin hissed.
“You have sex with her in the next room or you wouldn’t be pregnant,” Maxie countered.
Robin’s jaw dropped. “Maxie!” she spluttered, while Brenda bent over trying to calm her fit of laughter.
Before she could say anything else, Mike walked out of the kitchen hand in hand with Lana.
“Sorry about that ladies,” he said apologetically. “I was trying to fix a leaky faucet and couldn’t hear anything.” He smiled at them. “What can I get for all of you?”
Brenda spoke first. “A strawberry sundae with chocolate ice cream please.”
“I’d like a butterscotch sundae, please,” Maxie requested. Catching sight of Robin’s wrinkled nose, she defended, “Hey, at least it’s not whatever gross combination you’re about to order…”
“Touché,” Robin said. She looked down at Lana. “Your usual?” At Lana’s eager nod, Robin said, “One hot fudge sundae with extra whipped cream for her, and for me…” she trailed off.
Mike laughed. “Whatever it is Robin, go ahead. You’ve pretty much ordered it all before.”
“True,” Robin said ruefully. “Okay, what I’d like is orange sherbet with chocolate sauce and a sprinkling of cashews on top. And I think we all would like a glass of water, please.”
“Coming right up.” Mike said, as he headed back into the kitchen.
“That was it?” Maxie asked, disappointment evident in her voice. “Not at all up to your usual disgusting standard, Robin.”
“I’m sorry to disappoint you,” Robin laughed. She narrowed her eyes at her cousin. “So when are you and Lucky going to get with the kid program and then I can make fun of your cravings?”
“Actually…” Maxie drawled. “We’ve been talking about it. Well, not with me actually having the kid, because of my heart, but about a surrogate or adoption.”
“Really?” Robin squealed. She leaned over to hug Maxie, then pulled back. “Wait, why are you talking about it now?”
Maxie laughed. “Because it’s absolutely the worst time for it. Or the best. Lucky made Lieutenant, I’m finally editor in chief, the boys are finally used to the number of siblings they have…”
“Wait, rewind,” Brenda ordered, leaning forward eagerly. “Did you say editor in chief?”
Maxie smiled shyly. “I did.”
High pitched squeals filled the air, as Brenda and Robin threw their arms around Maxie, and Lana eager to join in, crawled under the table to throw herself on top of the heap.
When Mike came out of the kitchen carrying their ice cream, he found them in the same position, still squealing. He set the tray down and asked, “What’s going on ladies?”
Robin pulled back first and beamed at Mike. “Maxie has finally been named editor in chief of Crimson!”
“Congratulations,” Mike said warmly, as he finished unloading the tray. “This is on the house.” He smiled a final time and headed back into the kitchen.
Everyone righted themselves, and were about to dig in when Robin interrupted. “I’d like to propose a toast,” she announced.
“With what?” Brenda interrupted.
“Ice cream,” Lana piped up. “Mommy loves to make ice cream toasts.”
“Stop giving away my secrets,” Robin scolded.
“It’s not a secret,” Maxie corrected. “It’s a Scorpio tradition.” She smiled knowingly at Robin.
“Right, now as I was saying, I’d like to propose a toast. To Maxie, the best surrogate sister”
“And niece,” Brenda interjected.
“And godmother three women could ask for,” Robin finished. She held up a spoonful of ice cream. “To Maxie.”
Everyone else’s spoons joined hers. “To Maxie,” Brenda and Lana chorused.
Maxie looked at all of them and smiled impishly. “Well, if you all insist. To me.”
They all laughed, tapped their spoons together, and dug in.