Re: Doug/Maura
"Until now Now, you're stuck with them," he said, chuckling. It covered his thoughts on the large, loud Italian, Catholic family. Garcetti was Italian and Catholic, and he knew all too well the kind of racial insults had thrown Garcetti's way. "I can't say we're friends with any larger, loud Italian family. You'll have to tell me more about them. If it makes up just a little, I'm pretty sure that Claudia hates wearing something frilly and feminine." He looked at her. "It couldn't have been easy with everything that has happened." Doug looked out into the ocean. "I know this isn't exactly the same thing, but you have a forth family to help you with this new situation. Even if not my parents, there's TJ and Travis."
Doug smiled. "Of course, she would have liked me. Mothers love me." He stopped, confused when she asked for an explanation, and then she went on and became clearer. "I don't know. Maybe because I've always wanted to be like him, like my Mom, doing everything they've done, but I've only seemed to get the bad traits, never really doing as well as they have. And my father would do anything necessary. He might make you think that it's all real, but he would have done whatever he thought necessary." He shook his head. "I don't think I'm very different, because I had found her, not the good husband part since I had a wife already. I should have never gotten married in the first place, not when I didn't really love her, when there was someone else. A journalist, bane of my existence, getting scoops that no one else had, but she pushed me all the time. I don't even know anymore. I don't know if it was her, us, or just the fact that we both loved our work so much that we kept each other on our toes. People here talk about losing family, losing loved ones. When we got here, I didn't miss my wife or my girlfriend the most. I missed my job."
He shook his head. "Don't do it for me. We can let my parents play the politicians. They enjoy it anyway, and I get along with her husband. If you wan to do it for yourself, do it, but don't do it for me. I haven't bothered, and I'm not asking you to." He snorted. "No one is going stop us from getting to our drug of choice. Just try taking away Nana's alcohol and you'll see." He looked back at the ocean. "Do you know what I really think about today? That we're being too serious. This is our wedding and it's supposed to be happy." He kicked off his shoes, before pulling off his socks and then picked her up. "Take your shoes off or be prepared to say goodbye to them." He walked toward the ocean and put her down when the water reached his ankles. "Screw them, the clothes and the expectations." He bend down and went his hand before sprinkling some water in her direction. "What do you say to that, Mrs. Hammond?"