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Post by Script on Nov 2, 2011 12:55:26 GMT -5
She chewed on her lip, putting her hands on his chest. "I just...how do you tell your Irish Catholic father something like that over the phone..."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 2, 2011 13:34:38 GMT -5
"Ohmygod he's going to kill me." Michael's eyes widened as he stated at the ground, thinking of all the ways he could be murdered.
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Post by Script on Nov 2, 2011 13:38:41 GMT -5
"No, no, baby, he's not." She framed his face in her hands, making him look at her. "He knows how much I love you, I told him all about that."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 2, 2011 13:46:44 GMT -5
He didn't believe her. "But we're not married. He'll care about that, surely."
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Post by Script on Nov 2, 2011 13:56:06 GMT -5
She sighed, chewing on her lip and moving away from him to put on her robe. "Well...I don't think he'd force us into, like, a shotgun wedding or anything like that...I don't think..."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 2, 2011 15:34:00 GMT -5
Michael sighed as he walked over to her bedroom door, getting ready to leave. "Do you have to tell him today? I mean, with your robe on you can't tell!"
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Post by Script on Nov 2, 2011 15:37:47 GMT -5
She sighed. "He wants to take us out to lunch. I can't wear my robe at lunch." She frowned, suddenly thinking of something. "And anyway, what about your parents? Have you told them, because you certainly haven't said anything about it to me if you did."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 2, 2011 15:42:31 GMT -5
He looked at her very sheepishly.
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Post by Script on Nov 2, 2011 15:44:18 GMT -5
She gasped, pointing at him accusingly. "You didn't tell your parents either! Michael, what the hell!"
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Post by Skittery on Nov 2, 2011 15:49:49 GMT -5
"I barely talk to them! And like you said... It's not something you say over the phone..." He knew he'd have to make this up to her later.
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Post by Script on Nov 2, 2011 15:50:58 GMT -5
"Oh, Jesus..!" She grabbed her purse and her cap, storming out to head to his car. "We're gonna be late, let's go."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 2, 2011 16:28:39 GMT -5
"Yes, my love," he said obediently, following her.
The ceremony seemed to last for hours, even longer since Michael couldn't sit with Maggie. When it was close to the end, he started getting really nervous. They'd have to face their patents soon.
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Post by Script on Nov 2, 2011 16:32:26 GMT -5
One of Michael's sisters had figured out what Maggie's father looked like from pictures on Facebook, and because the universe clearly hated them, the two families had already found each other and were waiting together as Mike and Maggie approached.
Her father was exactly what you'd expect -- 6'4" and barrel chested and completely blue-collar. Maggie suddenly felt like she needed to throw up. Or pee. Or both.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 2, 2011 16:36:47 GMT -5
Since Maggie looked like she was going to faint, Michael took a deep breath and straightened his posture. He approached the two families and smiled at them, holding off on the hugs for now.
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Post by Script on Nov 2, 2011 16:39:13 GMT -5
Yeah, there was no holding off on the hugs when Maggie's father was involved, and he immediately moved to wrap his arms around his precious baby girl -- and then froze. Maggie's eyes went wide and she looked over at Mike desperately.
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