Now, this did not actually happen in the universe of the "Problem Children" trilogy. This is a what-if, a scenario many people write into their stories that I didn't, and if anybody wanted to read this kind of scenario, here it is. This is my first time writing anything of this sort and believe me, I felt a bit uncomfortable. I tried to make it as realistic as possible, but since I have no clue how any of this actually works, it may not be completely accurate. I tried to write something out of my comfort zone and this was certainly the ticket. This will not become a regular thing just so everyone knows. Well, to all who like this kind of story, have fun!
I hope I don't regret publishing this.
Warning: Will probably include some Golden Girls references because I just can't help myself.
The buttons on the cuffs of his shirt were almost as stubborn as he was. It took him five minutes to finish the right one and another seven minutes to button the left. Fixing his hair was next to impossible, not that he bothered to try. A knock on the door caught his attention, just barely getting the button through the hole. Straightening his sleeves he opened it.
"Well now, don't you jus' look a picture," Angus said stepping aside. "Course ya' didn't need to knock."
"Just wanted to make sure you were ready," Hannah answered taking a seat on the bed. Angus stood where he was, making sure his pants were still black. Hannah's dress was black as well, matching the purse with the polished silver chain. Her neck was bare, save for a strand of pearls she just now fastened on from their place on the nightstand.
"You can barge on me naked any time," he insisted grabbing his shoes from the floor. "I really don't mind." Angus took a seat on the bed next to her. "I barged in on Mal once, took a shoe to the groin." He laughed to himself stomping his foot on the carpet. His face turned to one of confusion as he recalled the story. "Interesting enough, it was the one he was wearin'. The only thing, might I add." As the second shoe was placed on his foot and as neither one was too small, Angus turned to his fiancée. Taking her hand in his, he brushed the bangs out of her eyes while her free hand made sure her pearls were stable. "Ya' know you really do look nice," he said after a minute of studying her. "Did you do somethin' different with your hair?"
Hannah touched it lightly shrugging. "No, just washed it."
Angus searched around. "Well-the dress is new, ain't it?"
"Not really. I mean, I guess so. I haven't worn it before, but I bought it three months ago."
"Well uh..." His eyes grazed downwards. "Your shoes? They look new."
"I've had these for years, Angus." She grinned at his attempt for a compliment. Angus didn't find the interaction so funny until Hannah stuck her tongue out at him.
"Got a tongue tattoo, is that it?" he asked making her laugh.
"I look exactly the same as I always have, Angus, don't worry." Squeezing her hand in his he played with her fingers, stopping at the fourth. There by her knuckle was a band of silver surrounding a tiny diamond. Disguised as a pair of earrings one winter night on the outskirts of the city he received quite a shocked reaction. But it turned into a great one when he blurted the question out. Looking at the ring, realization dawned on him.
"Ah, I see," he said crossing his leg over the other one. "I see it now. Mm-hmm. The ring."
"The ring?" Hannah asked.
"Gives you a little glow, ya' know."
"I see the rouge on your cheeks does the same thing," Hannah joked, pointing at his face. She laughed at him as the supposed rouge turned into a deep blush. Taking her under his arm he chuckled.
