Father of the Bride Part II Page #7

with a remodel of what we|now affectionately called|''the baby's suite.''

I'll admit we got a little carried away,|and it wasn't even all Franck's fault,

although God knows|I tried to blame him.

- Hey! Hey!|- No, no, no, no!

Nina and Annie were doing great,|right on schedule...

and weighing in at 128|and 132 pounds respectively.

Ohh! Oh.

We had everything you'd expect|when you're expecting:

leg cramps, backaches|and cravings.

And the women were worse.

What we didn't expect|one sleepy night...

was an unexpected visitor.

- Oh, hi, Dad.|- You okay?

I'm fine.

Bryan and I got in a fight.

And I got angry and got in my car.|I didn't know where to go.

- Did I wake Mom?|- No, no, no. She's asleep.

So, do you wanna, you know--

Yeah, sure, I can talk about it.|It's not, you know-- It's fine.

- 'Ca-- If you don't wanna, it's okay,|'cause I could just make up the sofa.|- No, no, that's-- it's okay.

Thanks.

- Pretzel?|- No, thanks.

All right.|Here's what happened.

When I was leaving work today,|my boss calls me in, tells me|what a great job I'm doing...

and says I have as much promise|as anyone she's hired|since she's been at the firm.

Then she said the great part. She said|that she's been asked to select...

one person from my level|to be part of a design team...

that's gonna design the new|Boston Museum of Contemporary|Art, and she picked me.

- That's fantastic.|- I know. I was completely thrilled.

Plus, to live in Boston.|I love Boston.

- You have to, uh--|- Move to Boston. Yeah.

I need to be there right after|the baby's born, by October.

- Uh-huh.|- I knew when they hired me...

that this was a possibility|one day, and Bryan knew it too.

But now, well-- I rush home|to tell him the news, and as soon as|I say the word ''Boston,'' his face drops.

I mean, this is the kind of opportunity|everybody dreams about, and we're|talking Massachusetts here, not Mars.

So Bryan doesn't wanna go?

Well, he said that he understood|that career-wise it was great for me,

but with the baby coming,|he figured I wouldn't wanna go.

- Which is--|- Ridiculous.|- Right.

It's like under that mellow,|'90s Gap ad exterior of his...

beats the heart of a 1950s|husband that just expects me to|take a backseat to his career.

- You said that to him?|- Of course.

To which he said I was nuts,|and that all he meant was that|with us having a new baby,

it just seemed like a crazy time|to move to sub-zero weather|and a city full of strangers,

and that I should think|of you guys...

and of his parents, and how moving so|far away would be so hard on everyone.

Anyway, I knew if anybody would|understand how I felt, it would be you.

You were the one that always told me|to go for my dreams, never to settle.

Dad, tell me.|Am I being unreasonable to want to go?

Because if you think I am,|I won't go. I won't.

Ann, you have to go.|This is not the Dark Ages.

We'll still see each other all the time.|You'll just be an airplane ride away.

That's exactly|what I said.

And wasn't Bryan the one|who said you were a gifted architect...

- and he'd move anywhere you got a job?|- Yes.

And wouldn't you move for him if he|was the one being offered the promotion?

In a minute.

Oh, gosh, that must be him.

- Hi.|- Hi.

Hi, Dad.

Um, Annie, I-I realize|that-- that--

Did you tell your dad?

Sorry, George.|I didn't mean to be so lame.

Hey, you guys go ahead.|It's not up to me.

Okay. Annie, I realized|after you left that, uh,

if the same thing happened to me,|you'd come with me anytime, anywhere.

- I would.|- So I wanna do the same for you.

- God, honey, I am so sorry l--|- Oh.

I just don't want you|to ever resent me for this.

Hey, I can work out of Boston|just as easy as I can work out of L.A.

And I don't want you|to ever resent me, ever.

- Okay. So then we're goin'.|- Okay.

The baby has hiccups.

- Oh, yeah.|- Did you feel that?|- Yes.

Boston.

As I watched the kids pull|out of the driveway, I got an|all-too-familiar pain in my gut.

The one I always got when I did|something for one of the kids|that fell under the heading of,

''I did it for their own good.''

And then I thought|about baby number three...

and 25 more years|of moments like this.

And suddenly,|I was tired.

I'll be able to do it again.|I'm sure I can.

All right. lf it swishes,|no problem.

Father of the Year.

Not swishes!|Just goes in! Well.

- Oh, it's frying!|- Well, we made it to July.

The Farmer's Almanac said|it was the hottest month L.A.|had seen in over half a century.

- Did you see it?|- Nina was four weeks from her due date,

- and Annie was two days past hers.|- Howard! Howard!

Franck and his crew were working|around the clock to have|the baby's room ready by D day.

Life was hectic,

- especially once Annie moved in.|- I better go.

Bryan was called to an emergency|meeting in Japan, and since|Annie's doctor assured us...

that the baby was at least|another week away,

-Bryan took the red-eye to Tokyo|and left Annie in our care.|-Bye.

So there I was, living with|two extremely pregnant women...

- during the worst heat wave|of the century.|- Okay. Okay.

Annie and Nina dealt with|the heat by adding extra|air conditioners to the house,

turning our home into|the only igloo in San Marino.

- How we doing, girls?|- Good.|- Dad, would you mind...

- adjusting the pillow behind my back?|- Sure, sure.

- Yeah. George. George.|- Oh, thank you.

Prop that pillow up|under my foot, would you please?

- Here we go. Here we go.|- Thank you, honey.|- Lemonade?

Thank you, yes.|Oh, and George,

- would you please scratch|my left ankle?|- Mm-hmm.

My mission was to keep them|calm and comfortable.

I tied their shoes, massaged their|backs, painted their toenails...

and went to every imaginable|take-out restaurant in the city.

Oh! Oh! Oh!|Gotta go get dinner.

- Matty, hold down|the fort while I'm gone.|- Okay, Dad.

George! Turn the air conditioning up|on your way out. It's stifling in here.

Oh, boy.

Uh, now, you all have|my beeper number just in case.

- Shut the door!|- Shut the door!

Here we go. Here we go.|Dinnertime. Dinnertime. All right.

- Thai noodles with chicken,|white meat only.|- That's me.

- Oh, yeah, Annie.|- And let's see.

- Uh, Taco Grande.|- Mm, honey. Yes.|- Extra rice, no beans.

- Ooh. Mmm. Thank you, honey.|- All right. Uh, lox, bagels|and cream cheese.

Thanks, Dad.

All right now.|Where's Dad's? Where's Dad's?

As the days rolled by|and nothing happened,

the tension mounted.

I found myself watching Annie|as if she were a time bomb.

- Ouch!|- What?|- What?

Ouch. O-U-C-H.

- Oh!|- Hey, good word.|- Honey.

- Ohh.|- That's 20 points.

Every night we laid out our clothes|so we could grab them in a hurry.

We were like firefighters ready|to jump at the first alarm.

Okay. Okay.

I'm hot!

- Good night.|- Good night.

It's about that time.

- George!|- All right, everybody stay calm!|- Okay. Okay.

Now, I've mapped out the|various routes to the hospital.|We can, uh-- Oh, it's just, uh--

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