Cause and Effect

By: Silver the Kid

A/N: I've noticed not many people like Joey/Jounouchi's dad. So I decided to write this, which mostly takes the P.O.V of Mr. Wheeler, and on occasion Mrs. Wheeler. Later on it has to go into Joey's thought more, but there's no way around that. Anyway, this is basically a story that shows how the Wheeler family is, and how it changes over time, thus turning Joey into the character we all know and... mostly love, but there's the few that don't. Ha-ha.

Also, I had to think hard for a title and Cause and Effect is the best I could do. I figure it works because Joey's dad is the cause and the effect is Joey? I guess?

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. But Mr. Takahashi surely doesn't mind me borrowing his characters and putting them in situations he hasn't yet! Not that I asked... or he even knows me... but the fact is the show is his and not mine. The end.

Prologue

Can you imagine? Me, Bobby Wheeler, a daddy! I thought I was doing great just when I had a wife, but now, NOW I got me a kid! I NEVER expected this for me, and neither did anyone else. My old man use to tell me I'd be alone and a loser for the rest of my life. Well look at me now Dad! I got a wife, a job and a third on the way to make our house into a real home. It was an accident of course (whoops) but since it's a boy we decided that we'd keep it. 'Sides, Mary likes babies. We actually planned on having a baby in a few years from now. We still will, says Mary, because you can't just have ONE, you HAVE to have two. Otherwise they get lonely (and she's hoping for a little girl).

Mary's been riding my ass for the last few months though. The doctors told her since she hadn't realized she was pregnant, that she had been taking medication, and drinking alcoholic beverages that she shouldn't be digested while pregnant. SO now she's upset and worried it's going to be a F.A.S or F.A.E baby. I told her not to worry about it too much. What's a bit of wine now and then going to do to it? Anyway, she's now got these papers on the fridge for what's not good for a baby, and how many servings of whatever makes a baby healthy. I think she's being ridiculous, especially when she yells at me for smoking in the house (alright, she's ALWAYS ripped me for that) and for not eating enough vitamin C (not that it makes a difference NOW, she just likes to complain) She's not really consistent though. Like I've seen her eating some stuff that the list says she should avoid, or only have small portions of.

She's six months pregnant right now, and I'm also getting ripped about not being helpful enough, or supportive. But she's just overly emotional and driving me crazy. Arg. But ASIDE from all the HELL this woman is putting me through, I'm really happy about having a son. I'm going to teach him how to play baseball and how to fish, I'll teach him how to shave, and we'll play football in the backyard! We'll be like the best of buds, and all that shit. For sure. I won't let Mary ruin him though. God, she'll try to enroll him in charm school or some weird wussy thing. Nope, not happening. My kid's going to be tough; I'll show him the ropes of being a man!

Chapter 1

Bobby was lying on the couch staring blankly at the T.V. It was a lovely Sunday afternoon, and the Patriots were kicking ass. His son, Joey, was lying on his stomach, almost asleep. His blonde hair was much like his fathers, but had brown eyes like his Momma. Bobby had one arm up behind his head, and the other resting on the small of his son's back. He blew his messy blonde bangs away from his face, but they kept falling back in the way of his vision. He had shaggy straight blonde that was a complete mess, and blue eyes. He was wearing ratty blue jeans, and a white wife beater. He was an attractive man, with that bad-ass look to him.

"Robert!"

"WHAT?" Bobby yelled, irritated with his wife interrupting his game- and calling him Robert, which meant only one thing: she was going to be nagging him.

"Where's Joey?"

"I dunno, I'm watching the game!" he hadn't even heard her question.

"It's his supper time!" She sighed. "Bob, are you listening to me?" She walked in and rolled her brown eyes spotting the child in question on his daddy's stomach. "You don't know where he is, huh?"

"What? Shh! Wait till the commercial."

"Robert! Why don't you EVER try and help??? Don't you realize how difficult it is to raise a child without help?!"

"Oh, YES, I realize that. Here, you want him? Is that what you're buggin me about?" He just wanted to watch the game! She huffed, and snatched the little boy from his stomach.

"Come on, Joey, Momma's going to give you your dinner." She sighed. The child, who was more then a year old, fussed slightly about being pulled away from his comfy warm spot on his daddy.

Bobby watched the game to the end, and then clicked off the T.V. Maybe he should like, just maybe do something to help the wife. Maybe...it might get her off his back for a bit.

"You need help with anything?" He asked scratching his scalp, and opening the fridge.

"You could clean Joey up, while I wash the dishes." Mary suggested, pointing towards their son who was eating his Arrowroot cookie, and was a major mess. She pulled her short brown hair away from her face into a little pony tail; a few strands of hair fell back into face though, as they were too short to be pulled back. Bobby liked the way her long sleeved grey shirt clung to her breasts and flattered her curves.

"Eeeew. I guess I could. Like, give him a bath, or whatever?"

"Well sure, it is bath-night." She shrugged.

"Ooh, lucky Joey!" Bobby picked him up, and tossed him in the air a bit. "It's nude time!" Mary smiled at this. Getting naked was one of little Joey's favourite things to do, according to Bobby.

"Daddy!" The baby shrieked with giggles.

"Yeah, daddy's gonna give you a bath! Cruzuse you is a messy thing!" Bobby spoke with a strange high-pitched voice, which cracked the baby up. Mary sighed as both males left the room. Finally, she could have a moment's piece. She shuddered to think that she was going to have two kids around soon. If it was another boy she would cry. She wasn't sure if she was pregnant yet, even though her and Bob had been trying. Funny, when you don't want a baby, you end up with one, but when you're trying, you can't seem to make it happen. She was so young when she had Joey- hell she was pregnant with him while she was getting married (and didn't even know it)! She loved the little darling, but he was making life miserable. Bobby wasn't helping her, and seemed to be getting irritable, and he apparently had a bad temper Mary wasn't aware of when they decided to get married. Maybe they rushed into this? She was only 20 when they got married after all...

Bobby was good with Joey, most of the time... He seemed to care about the child; just he sometimes forgot how vulnerable kids are at this age. When Bobby yelled at the boy, it frightened him, and she could see it affecting him in negative ways already. He seemed to be insecure. But she herself couldn't honestly say she was always nurturing to the boy. Sometimes, she would just leave him in his playpen, ignoring his cries for attention. She just needed to get away from him for a while! He was so needy, and she was so frustrated. If she didn't take those breathers, she might hurt Joey or go absolutely insane!

"Done." Bobby came downstairs, lighting a cigarette.

"OUTSIDE with that." Mary glared.

"Aw, c'mon! It ain't gonna kill anyone!"

"Yes it is, get that outside, I do NOT want cancer thank you." She stood her ground.

"Daddy, Daddy! I want it!" Joey pulled on Bob's pant leg, looking up at the white stick in his father's mouth. "I want it!"

"Hey, knock it off! You ain't getting it, so quit pullin' on my pants!" Bobby jerked his leg knocking the child away. Joey began to pout, and then he started tearing up.

"See what you've done? You're a HORRIBLE influence on the baby." Mary took the cigarette away and tossed it out the window.

"MARY!? Why did you do that?! I was going to go outside!"

"Because you shouldn't even be smoking! Joey will think it's ok to smoke, and start smoking!" Mary decided she needed to go relax. "Uh, I need a bath. You're making me angry."

"I'm making you angry?! You're the one pissing everybody off!" Bobby yelled after his wife as she disappeared up the stairs.

"Daddy!!!!" Joey squealed again, pulling on his fathers legs.

"Piss off already!" Bobby screamed at the little blonde boy. "What do you want now? You already got that woman mad at me!" Joey fell onto his bottom, and attempted to get back to his feet. Bobby snorted and left the house, slamming the door in the face of his son, who was trying to follow.

This is just to test the waters. If people don't like this, I won't post the rest, but if there are those that do, well I'll post the rest like... right away- seeing as it's pretty much all done aside from editing. I just don't want to post something people don't want to read.