Title: Goin' To The Chapel
Author: Emily L.
Email: lavennyfic@gmail.com
Category: Romance

Rating: PG-13 (just a dash of smut)

Het/Gen/Bi: Het

Parts: 1/?

Spoilers: None.

Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me, they belong to Paramount. Don’t sue me - I might cry.
Pairing: LDF/LK, SF/CR, past SF/WM
Distribution: I’m keeping my fic on here for now. E-mail me if you have any requests.

Authors Notes: For Missy's birthday :)

Setting: California
Summary: Shirley and Carmine are getting ready to get married after Shirley's healed from the divorce from Walter. Laverne and Lenny have been married for five years.

 

 

            “Mama...”

 

            “Huhhh......?”

 

            “Mama...”

 

            She was silent.

 

            “MAMA!”

 

            “WHA?!” she screamed as she bolted upright in bed, frantically covering her nude body with the blue sheet.

 

            “I want apple juice,” the small redheaded girl whined in a voice that was frighteningly similar to that of her mother.

 

            “Leeen...” Laverne whined, rolling over and pushing him until he woke up.

 

            “Wha, Vernie?” he mumbled, getting the sleep out of his eyes with his knuckles.

 

            “Josie wants apple juice and I don't want to get uppp...”

 

            “Alright, alright,” he harumphed reluctantly. He couldn't help but think her whine was cute. He looked down at himself, noticing that he was without clothes as well. “Josie, go wait in the kitchen. I'll be right there.”

 

            “Okay, daddy!” she shouted, bounding out of the bedroom and down the stairs.

 

            Laverne looked over at Lenny as he pulled on his discarded checkered pajama pants. “We really oughta get that lock fixed.”

 

            “Oh, you know you love it when she wakes us up!” he said accusingly. She smiled. Somehow, she really did.

 

            He kissed her on the forehead before heading downstairs. “Get dressed, sweetie. I'll make ya pancakes.” She grabbed him by the back of his drawers before he got away from her and planted a passionate kiss on his pink lips.

 

            He looked at her chest appreciatively. “With bacon?”

 

            “You know me so well,” she purred, slapping his bottom and pushing him away. “Now hurry up! She's waiting!”

 

            As he was leaving the room, she stood up, stretching her whole body and letting out a loud yawn. He turned around as she did, vigorously biting his palm.

 

            “I think the apple juice can wait, Vernie...” Five years of marriage, and he was still crazy about her body.

 

            “No it can't. Hop to it – we still need to eat breakfast and get showered and dressed so we can be at Shirley's by noon!”

 

            “Oh, I forgot we were goin' over there. I don't really have to hang out with Carmine while you girls go over the wedding plans, do I?”

 

            She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, ya do Len. Shirl had a real time with the divorce from Walter, and she needs the both of us to be there for her and Carmine.”

 

            “I know, Vernie, but...”

 

            “Carmine's practically gonna be my brother-in-law, and if you can't go out with him for a few hours, I don't think either of these relationships are gonna work,” she said in mock threat.

 

            “Fiiine,” he droned. “I'll go get the apple juice for Princess Josie and start makin' the pancakes.”

 

            “'Kay, honey,” she said absentmindedly as she ran a brush through her messy blonde curls. “Oh, and Len?”

 

            “Hmmm?”

 

            She smiled at him. “I love you.”

 

            “I love you too, Vernie.”

 

 

            TO BE CONTINUED