"Crazy Love"

Mystic25

Summary: Sometimes you wonder about the crazy people you've married. Andre Harris and Beck Oliver have been wondering a lot lately. Futurefic. Tandre/Bade/Cabbie

Rating: T for language

A/N: I couldn't shake this idea, so enjoy!

A/N #2:I beta'd this relatively quickly, so please if you see any oversights, let me know –nicely, cause I can turn a colon and a capital D into this-:D

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"She give me love, love, love, crazylove."

~Jason Manns and Jensen Ackles

"Crazy Love"

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"Does this make me look fat?"

Andre turned up from the liner note he'd been writing on. "Uh," he set his pen down on the cherry wood grand piano's music stand, and stared at his wife. "What do you mean?"

"Ugh," Tori Vega- Harris, his wife of one and a half years looked at him with a glower. "This dress," she flapped around the skirt of the black halter dress she was wearing like a flag.

"What about it?" Andre asked. He wasn't trying to be difficult, or hadn't been paying attention. He was simply trying to avoid answering a loaded question about being fat to his 8-month pregnant wife.

"Andre!" Tori crossed her arms over her newly enhanced cleavage.

"Tor," Andre said "You're pregnant, so" he stood up from the piano, feeling her eyes on him the entire time he took two steps closer to her. "It doesn't exactly qualify you as fat." As he talked he worked the black tie into a knot that up until then had been hanging loose around the neck of his dark blue button up shirt.

"Then why don't you just tell me?" Tori insisted. "I can handle the truth!"

"I know," Andre said carefully. Living with Tori the last few months had been like living in a house full of egg shells, he had to tread very carefully in all aspects or he'd be on the couch wondering what the hell he did. "It's just that-" he gestured at all of her with both hands. And in the last month there had been a lot more of her to gesture at. "You've been a little-" he watched her eyebrows raise at him, waiting for him to finish. "I mean, you've just got a lot-" her eyebrows rose higher. "You've been a little crazy Tori."

Tori made a sound like she'd choked on meat "Crazy?!"

"I'm sorry baby," Andre quickly applogized. "But between the hormones and the other hormones, you've been loopy." he waited for her to kill him for his honesty.

But she didn't.

"Well I'm sorry, okay?" Tori said looking down at her very pregnant stomach. "You try holding this thing every minute of every day!" As if to emphasis her point, the baby kicked her very hard on her left side.

"I know," Andre reached for her hand, and was glad when she didn't snap it away or give me a 'don't touch me' look. Because consummated marriage without being able to touch your drop dead beautiful wife kinda sucked ass. "And, I'm sorry too, for you know – doing this too you- but it won't last forever."

Tori sighed. "I know," she sounded a bit guilty, and placed her hand on her stomach. "God, I'm going to stop being crazy after the baby's born right?"

Andre covered her hand on her stomach. "Yeah, you will be. But I won't stop being crazy about you."

This made Tori smile at him. "Thank you," she kissed him. "Now, about the dress?"

Andre looked at her funny, after all that she was still on about the dress. "Baby-"

"Andre Lyneel Harris!" Tori insisted, using all of Andre's name, including his middle name which he hated more than broken glass in his face. The glare was back in her eyes again.

"You look beautiful," Andre said quickly. "100 percent gorgeously pregnant, not fat at all."

"Aww, The anger dissipated from her face like a passing thunderstorm. She touched his cheek with her hand. "Thank you baby," she kissed the side of his face.

"No problem," Andre said with a smile, then a sigh, as Tori walked (waddled) away to the sofa to black sofa to grab her purse and red jacket from off the seat.

"Wasn't it nice of dad to give us these reservations?" Tori asked, walking over to him with her black Dooney and Burke beaded clutch and her double breasted red pea coat under her arm.

Tori's dad had made reservations at the fanciest restaurant in Hollywood, where Tori and Andre still called home. Coincidentally enough, it was the same restaurant they had gone to 10 years ago when they were both 16 for the fake Ping Pong tournament. Tori's baby shower had been last week, and as a gift Daniel Vega had gotten them these reservations as a last hurrah before the baby was born.

"Yeah it was," Andre agreed. He took Tori's coat from her and helped her slide into it. He moved her long dark curls out from under the coat's collar. "Plus it gives us an excuse to not see Trina and Don's play about the Singing Second Banana." Trina had been dating Improv Theatre performer Don Merkel for the last five months and he was always putting on Stopmotion and Interpretive theatre productions at little local theatres in the city. Trina loved this because she got to star in all of them. Always bragging about how she was only 27 and already an established on stage star. Last week she had guilted her entire family (including extended family of Andre's grandma Rena) to watch her in "The Children Who Came Out from Under the Overpass." It was about an orphan waif, turned beautiful Tristate Beauty pageant contestant (Trina) who lived under the L-Train in Chicago and was rescued by a time traveling prince (Don) from 15 century England. Mice also sang 5 numbers in this, and Andre's grandma spent the entire play trying to spray them with Raid she kept in her purse.

Needless to say, the next time Trina had free passes for their play, everyone was "busy." Tori even went so far as to fake labor pains to avoid it.

The doorbell rang. Andre started to walk towards it, but Tori stopped him with a hand on his arm. "No I'll get it." She walked (waddled, again) to the door almost in slow motion, moving at the steady pace of about a foot an hour.

Andre watched her, not really knowing if he should risk a telling off and step in, but she seemed to read his mind with an:

"I got it!" she made it past the halfway point of their curio shelf, knocking over their silver framed wedding picture. But finally she walked up the first step to the landing of their apartment with a sigh of triumph on her face. "I'm here!" she proclaimed to the people on the other side of the door before opening it.

"Hey!" She said in greeting to the person on the other side of the door.

"Hey there hot momma," Beck Oliver stood there with a warm smile, dressed handsomely in a classic black and white suit with sharp green tie.

Beck had been invited out to dinner too, along with his wife – Jade. They all had been friends in high school, and that continued when Beck and Andre had both gotten scholarships to the theatre program at NYU. Jade of course had gotten a ride there too for her "Creative Movie Productions," most of which involved scissors. Tori had a one year contract with a Arista Record Company and had cut an album, but found that she actually preferred playing and writing songs outside of the pop label; which ultimately led to them dropping her for breach of contract 4 months into it all. She spiraled a bit with feeling like she was useless; and underappreciated. Until Andre invited her over for the weekend in New York. She hadn't seen him since graduation. Andre convinced her to work together just like high school, and soon he began to co write her songs. They were never mainstream pop success, but they were widely known, and she was happy. Especially after Andre and her finally started growing that something that had always been between them in high school. After Andre's graduation he proposed, at the ceremony, in song. It was embarrassing, but sweet at the same time. They were married 3 months later. Beck was Andre's best man, and vise versa when Beck took the dangerous leap and married his girlfriend of 6 years.

After getting married, they all mututally decided to move back to LA. New York was certainly glitzy enough, but it wasn't home.

Beck became a theatre teacher at their old high school Hollywood Arts, working next to Silkowitz who was due to retire next year. Jade made independent films with enough of a following that she made a decent living out of it, plus she loved being her own boss.

A few seconds later Beck was pushed away by a blur of black wool and blue heels.

"Aiden, I want you to put down the scissors!" Jade West – Oliver said into her black Pearphone 5. "Those are mommy's special scissors!" The flaps of her black overcoat flew open like wings and her heels clomped violently on the polished wood veneer floor in the kitchen. "You can play with any other scissors in the scissor drawer-"

"Whoa-" Beck said loud enough to get Jade's attention. She turned to him with a silent what? "Babe, he's three. I don't think he should be playing with scissors at all-"

"Shhh!" Jade said, pointing a finger at her husband. "Don't contradict my parenting!" She went back to the phone, a sweet smile on her face. "Sweetheart, just put the scissors back behind the glass –" Aiden had apparently listened to his mom because Jade smiled "Good boy. Now do you remember your numbers from preschool? Good, so close the little door, and push 5-4-7 on the little numbers on the keypad-" she smiled wider "That is the production company number for the Sharpie Scissor Studio, that's mommy's smart boy!"

Beck gave Tori a bit of a helpless look. "Please don't misconstrue my wife's conversation with our son as actual parenting." He kissed her and walked inside the apartment.

"You should really lay off her Beck," Tori insisted. "It's not easy being a mom, not even when they're still in here," she pointed to her stomach.

"Wow, " he responded. "Only negative one month old and already acting like a teenager?"

"Tell me about it," Tori said adamantly, glad that there was someone to hear her out over her plight. "I swear, he kicks me so much that I'm going to have to ground him to his placenta."

"Whoa," Beck said with a smile, both for her and Andre. "So you guys are having a boy?"

"No," Andre told him. "Tori just has a hunch, she's convinced it's a boy."

"Okay sweetie, see you tonight, be good for the sitter." Jade waved at the phone and hung up. "Your cutesy pregnancy talk reminded me Andre, I have to go throw up in your bathroom." she walked towards the back of the apartment and dissappared into Tori and Andre's master bedroom.

"You need some help?" Beck called after his wife's retreating figure.

"You've done enough!" Jade yelled back from behind the door.

"Baby number two," Tori said with a punch to Beck's arm, then did a little clap of her hands. "It's exciting!"

"Oh yeah, miracle of life," Beck said with an over exaggerated smile.

Tori didn't seem to see Beck's slight twinge at having to deal with a pregnant Jade for the second time. Either that or she didn't want too. The smile on her face was still gleaming and wide. "I'll bet Aiden's excited to have a new little sibling."

"Yeah, he is" Beck had to admit. "And a new little cousin," he set a hand on her swollen stomach. "Whoa!" he exclaimed for the second time at the movement under his hand. "You weren't kidding about this kid!"

"You should feel it when he's kicking my kidneys," Tori said resting both hands behind her back to support her ever increasing load.

"Yeah, they don't want too," Jade had come back from the bathroom, wiping the edge of her mouth with her thumb. Her face was a little more pale then before, and she pushed a lock of her black hair back into the sweeping updo she had it in. "If men had to feel everything a kid does to its mom before it can even breathe out of water, they'd become unics - So," Jade did a quick subject change. "I'm done vomiting now, are we ready to go?"

"Yeah," Beck said with a glance to his black banded watch. He looked over to Tori and Andre "Why don't you guys ride with us? I'll just get Aiden's carseat out of the back-"

"My boobs hurt," Jade announced suddenly.

Andre shot her a look. Jade had always been straightforward to a fault. His eyes went wider when she started to feel her breasts under her coat with a bit of a grimace.

"Baby," Beck said, trying to let her know silently that she as being a little too exclusive. It wasn't working. "Don't—uh"

"I'm not the only one pregnant here!" Jade insisted. "That makes four boobs that are like rocks, and two of them aren't mine!"

Tori took one of her hands off her hip and felt her own breasts. "Ugh, she's right you know, these things are throbbing!"

"And you're almost at the end so you're lactating," Jade added. "Try macking with Andre and hitting him with a face full of breast milk – it's not sexy."

"Eww," Tori complained.

"Yeah, so I'm just going to go get the carseat out-" Beck said loudly, pointing in the direction of the apartment's front door. "Okay if I leave it here Tor?" He tried not to look at her. Not because he was lusting after her or anything. But, now because Jade had mentioned it, he couldn't get the image of Andre 'macking' on Tori out of his head.

"Yeah that's fine," Tori said and finally stopped wincing and massaging her breasts. She turned to Jade. "Hey – does that cabbage leaf thing really work?"

"Yeah," Jade answered her, rotating her right shoulder with her hand. "But your breasts wind up smelling like dinner at retirement community. Also not sexy. Especially if Andre wants to-"

"I'll help you man!" Andre shouted to Beck. This was a totally weird conversation; it actually made him want to stop thinking about his wife breasts. He gave Tori a quick kiss on the face. "See you outside baby."

"Okay," Tori said, and Andre was halfway out the door with Beck when she called out: "Wait, Andre – baby!"

Andre came tearing back inside and ran over to her with a speed that would rival bullet trains. "What? What is it? You okay?" Next week Tori would hit her 9-month mark, and he lived in perpetual fear that she would go into labor at any given moment.

"I forgot my ring." Tori said.

"Your ring?" Andre said, trying to calm down from 'baby right now on the living room floor'

"I left it in the bedroom," Tori told her husband. In the last month her fingers had gotten so swollen that she had taken to wearing her wedding band on a chain around her neck. "It's on top of my jewelry box, can you get it for me please?"

"Okay," Andre said, and took one more cleansing breath, glad that the baby was going to 'bake' for a while longer. "Yeah."

She smiled at him "Thank you baby," She watched Andre walk into their bedroom, then she looked down at her feet. "Oh and my shoes!"

"Your shoes?" Andre came out of the bedroom unclasping the silver chain with her princess cut diamond white gold engagement ring and wedding band. He looked down at his wife's feet, staring at the black suede heels she was wearing. "Tori you're already wearing-"

"I know," she said. "But these kitten heals are uncomfortable – my feet are so swollen now, they're oozing out of them. Will you get my black sling backs?"

"Uh- your what?" Andre had been friends with this girl for four years, had dated her for one, and been married to her for almost two – but he still hadn't learn how to speak 'shoe'

"The ones with the little strappy thing and the bow in the back," Tori said. "The heels are higher, but they're wider and easier to walk in-"

"Hey chill baby okay?" Andre clasped the chain around her neck and rubbed it under his thumb. "I got it – sling backs." He tried to keep the tiny tick out of his voice because they're reservations were at 6:30 and it was 6:15.

Tori sighed in relief like had pulled her out of a sinking ship. "Thank you baby."

"Hey, I want you to be comfortable," Andre said taking one of her hands and rubbing it. Over her shoulder Beck was giving him a high sign in approval. Andre disappeared back into the bedroom.

Jade turned to her husband. "Aiden's carseat is going to grow legs and walk in here you know." She gave her husband the same look she had given him for years, the one that originated way back to freshman year in high school.

Beck didn't even try to argue. Nine years with this woman, he picked his battles very carefully, because Jade was no lightweight. "I'm on it," He pulled out the keys to their car and walked to the front door.

"Thank you baby," Jade said sweetly to his retreating back. She watched him open the door, then called out: "My crackers are in the compartment next to the sippy cup!"

"I know what to do!" Beck called back as the door closed.

Jade and Tori stood in silence for a minute, then Jade broke it with: "You wanna go wait in the car?"

"Yes!" Tori exclaimed to her friend. "I'm dying!" She walked (waddled again, because she hadn't really been able to walk since month 8 happened) over to Jade. And Jade helped her up the steps to the front door because she had been that pregnant before and she knew how uncomfortable it was.

The two women disappeared out the front door. A few seconds later Andre emerged from the bedroom with Tori's shoes in one hands, and his black suit jacket in the other."Okay baby, I got your shoe-" Andre stopped when he came into an empty living room. "Tori? Baby? – where the hell did everybody go?"