I've been ignoring this and I don't know why. Well, here's the fifth part. Hope you enjoy.
Lyrics used: 'Try Not to Look So Pretty'; Dwight Yokam; Written 1992.
"There!" C.J. cried in his ear.
"Hey!" Rubbing his ear with one hand, Toby steered the car into an 24 hour restaurant that when he went by in the morning, it was usually standing room only.
"Sorry," she told him sheepishly. "Didn't mean to yell in your ear."
Getting out of his car, he asked, "And just why did you want to stop here?"
"I wanted to talk, get some coffee and all that stuff." C.J. grinned at him. "They have wonderful coffee and homemade pies."
"Well, we can't pass those two up, now can we?"
"Did you have a nice stay in Nevada?" Jenny asked, sipping some coffee.
"Yes, we did. Though, I wouldn't really call what we had a honeymoon. We were both doing buisness out there," Wilson told his mother.
Walking in, Zoe was telling her sister, "Ya know what I think?"
"No, but I'm sure you're going to tell me," Eleanora replied.
"Ha Ha. Anyway, I think you guys should get married again. So that the whole family, I mean families, can be part of the celebration. Then maybe you can tell your kids that you got married twice."
Catching Wilson's stare, Nora shrugged.
A jukebox in the corner was playing country songs and a waiter and waitress were talking over at the counter. The woman looked up and C.J. told her, "Two coffees and a slice of cherry pie for me and..."
"Okay, so two coffees and a slice of cherry pie?" her nametag read Holly.
Nodding, C.J. took a seat in a booth nearest the jukebox.
"What do you think?" Nora asked as they drove to their hotel.
"About what?" Wilson asked back, distracted.
"About getting married again."
He was quiet for a moment before answering, "I think that it's a great idea. But do we really have time to set it all up?"
"The way our mother's were talking, I'm sure they'll be doing most of the work," Nora told him.
"Isn't that the whole reason we went to Reno in the first place?" he asked her.
Glancing at her hands, she nodded. "Oh yeah. I just...if we do, I want to do it before..."
"Before what?" Wilson asked. Quickly looking at her and then the road again, he asked again, "Before what Eleanora?"
"Before...Before I have the baby."
"Wilson, honey, I'm pregnant," she told him. Then slammed her hands against the dashboard as he brought the car to a screeching halt.
Leaning back in the booth, C.J. glanced at Toby over her cup. "What?"
"There's something there Mr. Ziegler. What are you thinking about?"
"Would you like to dance?"
"Dance? Sure. Give me a dollar, would ya?" she asked, standing up.
Getting out his wallet, he handed her one and watched her walk to the jukebox. Swinging her hips with the song all ready on, she punched a few buttons before walking back. "C'mere."
Taking her in his embrace, they swayed to the music as Dwight Yokam sang:
~Try not to look so pretty The next time we meet Please don't look so pretty And I won't act so weak Please don't look so pretty And I'll try not to be your fool
You walk in and steal my mind But who gave you the right To treat me like some useless thought You know away each night...
"Pregnant!" He yelled. "You're pregnant? Oh my god! When, I mean, how...Don't answer that." Calming down, Wilson took her face in his hands. "Nora, you have made me that happiest..." A horn blared and they jumped.
Starting the car, Wilson kept glancing at her.
"Okay, stop staring!"
"Is that why you ran out?" he asked.
"Are you happy?"
Laughing as they pulled into their parking space, she leaned over and kissed his lips. "Wilson Reed McGarry, yes I am."