The Same Last Name
Disclaimer: This is an original piece based on a book of the same title by
Kathleen Gilles Seidel. No copyright infringement is meant and all rights for
Beauty and the Beast characters belong to CBS and the CW Network.
DISCLAIMER: THIS FIC IS RATED M FOR SEXUAL CONTENT, LANGUAGE, ETC. IF YOU ARE
UNDER 18, SCRAM!!! IT IS NOT MY JOB TO POLICE YOU!
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Chapter 23
"Hey, Dad?" 8 year old Mikey called from his room. A minute later, Vincent
stuck his head in the door.
"Yeah, son?" he asked. Typically, Mikey's room was a disaster area. Vincent
had given up ages ago trying to get him to clean it. He watched his eldest throw
clothes from one pile to another on his floor.
"I can't find my striped blue dress shirt for the concert? Do you know where
it is?" Mikey asked, holding 4 other shirts in his hands. Vincent shook his
head.
"Now bud, you know the laundry is Mom's domain," Vincent told him. Mikey
threw him a "duh" look. "I know Mom told you to hang up those good shirts. Maybe
you should have listened."
"But, Daaaaaadddddddd......." Mikey drew out the sound. "Mom always hangs up
my shirts."
"You know your Mom has been more tired lately. I have told you and your
sister, repeatedly, that we all need to pitch in and help out Mom."
Mikey got a sulkey look on his face. "I know......."
"Well, if you pick up all those clothes that are currently adorning your
floor, you just might find it," Vincent said. Mikey shrugged, and went to his
closet, pulling out hangers.
From behind him, Vincent heard a soft laugh. Turning, he saw Catherine
leaning against the wall. She smirked and said, "Reverse phycology, huh?"
He smiled and grabbed her, wrapping his arms around her. Well, as far around
as her rounded belly would currently allow. Catherine was 8 1/2 months pregnant
with their 3rd child, another boy. Mikey was thrilled, 5 year old Izzy....not so
much. She told her parents that she wanted a sister, and that when the stork
brought the boy, they needed to send him back.
"Hey, it worked didn't it? At least he's hanging the shirts up," Vincent
whispered. He nuzzled his nose into her hair.
"Until tomorrow, when the same thing happens again," Catherine said.
Vincent rubbed his large hands over her belly. He was rewarded with a lusty
kick. Or maybe a punch. He smiled. "How are you feeling, my love?"
"Like a bloated, beached whale. I swear, this kid is gonna be bigger than
Mikey was. I mean, I already weigh 10lbs more than I did with either of the kids
at this point."
Vincent chuckled. "It's all those burgers you keep insisting you are craving.
I mean, come on, do you really need to eat 6 McDonald's hamburgers for
lunch, every day?"
"I told you, I need the protein, or whatever is in those burgers. Obviously,
my body is lacking something."
"Yeah, a stop button..." Vincent muttered. Catherine cuffed his shoulder.
Vincent rubbed his shoulder and glared. Catherine smiled at him, glee on her
face.
From inside Mikey's room they heard, "Found it!!" He came to the door,
holding the shirt.
"Where was it?" Vincent asked.
A sheepish look crossed Mikey's face. "The closet..." he said in a quiet
voice. Vincent covered his mouth, hiding the smile that lurked there.
"Told ya...." Vincent said. He took Catherine's hand, guiding her to the
living room. Just as she was settling on the couch, 5 year old Izzy came racing
into the room. She careened to a halt in front of her parents. Her hands were
hidden behind her back. She had a smile on her face.
"What do you have there, Izzy bug?" Catherine asked her.
Izzy brought one small hand from behind her back. Clutched in her tiny fist
were some dandelions. The roots were still attached, causing dirt to scatter at
her feet. Izzy held out her gift. "For you, Mommy."
Catherine smiled, and took the "gift." "Did you pick these yourself?" Izzy
nodded her head rapidly, causing her bangs to flop. "They are beautiful. Thank
you sweetie," Catherine said, leaning forward as much as her belly would allow.
Izzy leaned too, giving her a hug and kiss. When she pulled back, Dirt was
streaked across Catherine's shirt.
"Oops! Mommy, I got your shirt dirty. I sorry..." Izzy said, tears forming in
her eyes. Vincent saw this and picked her up.
"It's okay, Izzy-tizzy. Mommy doesn't mind getting dirty," Vincent told her.
Catherine chuckled.
"It's alright, baby. A little dirt is good for everyone," Catherine smiled.
"So, you not mad?" Izzy asked, her voice small. Catherine shook her head.
Izzy perked up. "Good! Cause I gots dirts in your hair too...."
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3 weeks later, Catherine delivered the baby. She had been right. He was
bigger than the other 2. Thomas Joseph Keller weighed in at 9lbs, 2 ozs, and
was a whopping 22" long.
As Vincent held his newest son in his arms, he told Catherine, "At this rate,
the next one will be a 10 pounder."
She glared at him. "I just had him, and you are already talking about
the next one?"
Vincent wisely held his tongue. Instead, he looked down at the baby. "Tommy,
my boy, I think Mommy is gonna need a break. So, don't plan on any younger
siblings any time soon."
"Don't even plan on any bedroom rights for a long while, Mr
Keller....." Catherine told him.
Vincent pouted.....
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Disclaimer: This is an original piece based on a book of the same title by
Kathleen Gilles Seidel. No copyright infringement is meant and all rights for
Beauty and the Beast characters belong to CBS and the CW Network.
DISCLAIMER: THIS FIC IS RATED M FOR SEXUAL CONTENT, LANGUAGE, ETC. IF YOU ARE
UNDER 18, SCRAM!!! IT IS NOT MY JOB TO POLICE YOU!
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Chapter 23
"Hey, Dad?" 8 year old Mikey called from his room. A minute later, Vincent
stuck his head in the door.
"Yeah, son?" he asked. Typically, Mikey's room was a disaster area. Vincent
had given up ages ago trying to get him to clean it. He watched his eldest throw
clothes from one pile to another on his floor.
"I can't find my striped blue dress shirt for the concert? Do you know where
it is?" Mikey asked, holding 4 other shirts in his hands. Vincent shook his
head.
"Now bud, you know the laundry is Mom's domain," Vincent told him. Mikey
threw him a "duh" look. "I know Mom told you to hang up those good shirts. Maybe
you should have listened."
"But, Daaaaaadddddddd......." Mikey drew out the sound. "Mom always hangs up
my shirts."
"You know your Mom has been more tired lately. I have told you and your
sister, repeatedly, that we all need to pitch in and help out Mom."
Mikey got a sulkey look on his face. "I know......."
"Well, if you pick up all those clothes that are currently adorning your
floor, you just might find it," Vincent said. Mikey shrugged, and went to his
closet, pulling out hangers.
From behind him, Vincent heard a soft laugh. Turning, he saw Catherine
leaning against the wall. She smirked and said, "Reverse phycology, huh?"
He smiled and grabbed her, wrapping his arms around her. Well, as far around
as her rounded belly would currently allow. Catherine was 8 1/2 months pregnant
with their 3rd child, another boy. Mikey was thrilled, 5 year old Izzy....not so
much. She told her parents that she wanted a sister, and that when the stork
brought the boy, they needed to send him back.
"Hey, it worked didn't it? At least he's hanging the shirts up," Vincent
whispered. He nuzzled his nose into her hair.
"Until tomorrow, when the same thing happens again," Catherine said.
Vincent rubbed his large hands over her belly. He was rewarded with a lusty
kick. Or maybe a punch. He smiled. "How are you feeling, my love?"
"Like a bloated, beached whale. I swear, this kid is gonna be bigger than
Mikey was. I mean, I already weigh 10lbs more than I did with either of the kids
at this point."
Vincent chuckled. "It's all those burgers you keep insisting you are craving.
I mean, come on, do you really need to eat 6 McDonald's hamburgers for
lunch, every day?"
"I told you, I need the protein, or whatever is in those burgers. Obviously,
my body is lacking something."
"Yeah, a stop button..." Vincent muttered. Catherine cuffed his shoulder.
Vincent rubbed his shoulder and glared. Catherine smiled at him, glee on her
face.
From inside Mikey's room they heard, "Found it!!" He came to the door,
holding the shirt.
"Where was it?" Vincent asked.
A sheepish look crossed Mikey's face. "The closet..." he said in a quiet
voice. Vincent covered his mouth, hiding the smile that lurked there.
"Told ya...." Vincent said. He took Catherine's hand, guiding her to the
living room. Just as she was settling on the couch, 5 year old Izzy came racing
into the room. She careened to a halt in front of her parents. Her hands were
hidden behind her back. She had a smile on her face.
"What do you have there, Izzy bug?" Catherine asked her.
Izzy brought one small hand from behind her back. Clutched in her tiny fist
were some dandelions. The roots were still attached, causing dirt to scatter at
her feet. Izzy held out her gift. "For you, Mommy."
Catherine smiled, and took the "gift." "Did you pick these yourself?" Izzy
nodded her head rapidly, causing her bangs to flop. "They are beautiful. Thank
you sweetie," Catherine said, leaning forward as much as her belly would allow.
Izzy leaned too, giving her a hug and kiss. When she pulled back, Dirt was
streaked across Catherine's shirt.
"Oops! Mommy, I got your shirt dirty. I sorry..." Izzy said, tears forming in
her eyes. Vincent saw this and picked her up.
"It's okay, Izzy-tizzy. Mommy doesn't mind getting dirty," Vincent told her.
Catherine chuckled.
"It's alright, baby. A little dirt is good for everyone," Catherine smiled.
"So, you not mad?" Izzy asked, her voice small. Catherine shook her head.
Izzy perked up. "Good! Cause I gots dirts in your hair too...."
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3 weeks later, Catherine delivered the baby. She had been right. He was
bigger than the other 2. Thomas Joseph Keller weighed in at 9lbs, 2 ozs, and
was a whopping 22" long.
As Vincent held his newest son in his arms, he told Catherine, "At this rate,
the next one will be a 10 pounder."
She glared at him. "I just had him, and you are already talking about
the next one?"
Vincent wisely held his tongue. Instead, he looked down at the baby. "Tommy,
my boy, I think Mommy is gonna need a break. So, don't plan on any younger
siblings any time soon."
"Don't even plan on any bedroom rights for a long while, Mr
Keller....." Catherine told him.
Vincent pouted.....
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