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Georgie POV
After I finished singing—after giving them that kind of performance—of course people reacted in all sorts of ways.
The song I sang wasn't even that religious. But with my voice… with a little bit of whatever power I have… it kinda felt like they got hypnotized or something.
Some people lifted their hands and prayed. Some stared at me like I had just come down from a mountain with commandments in hand. I mean, come on—that's a bit much. But I swear, their faces looked like they'd just seen the light.
They surrounded me, asking for autographs. A few prayed for me and my family—blessings, good health, prosperity, all that. But the weirdest part? Some older people actually grabbed my hand and started praying with their eyes closed.
What the heck is that supposed to mean?!
I'm not God, folks!
But maybe… maybe they were just reacting from a place of emotion. Like what happened at the stadium before. I let myself enjoy it a little. Okay, maybe a lot. I got swept up in the moment.
Pastor Jeff kept shaking hands with Mom and Dad, smiling like he'd just watched a miracle unfold. I didn't catch what they were talking about. And honestly? I didn't care.
Being kind, greeting everyone, smiling—it was draining. Not physically. Mentally. Spiritually. I'm not some holy being or messenger. But they sure treated me like one.
Still, we made it out.
We got home safe.
Back to my castle.
Okay, no—we just got back to our nice, regular house. But still.
"Hooaaahm!" I yawned loudly, just as I caught Mom twitching from the corner of my eye.
"I'm so tired," I said, stretching. "I think I need a nap." I threw my arm around Veronica with a smug grin.
She slapped my arm and glanced nervously at Mary. "Stop that! Mom's looking at us!" she whispered—but there was something different in her voice when she said Mom. It sounded... confident. Like it actually meant something now.
Mary was still staring at me, clearly not amused. I knew exactly what I was doing, teasing her reaction.
"What?" I said innocently. "We're just taking a nap. Cuddling. Maybe a little more... you don't want that?"
Before Veronica could say a word, Mary cut in with a loud sigh, her eyes narrowing like I'd just asked to nap with the devil himself.
"Georgie," she groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose like she was trying to summon divine patience, "maybe we rushed that deal. That song you sang tonight—it wasn't just any country tune. That was a message. It was powerful. Spiritual."
Dad nodded, wide-eyed. "Yeah, that felt just like 'God's Country.' I swear, I got goosebumps all up my arms—and I'm pretty sure one of 'em formed a cross."
Connie fanned herself, "Honey, my hip popped mid-song and I think it shouted 'Hallelujah!' That ain't normal."
I looked between the two of them, then back at Mom, who seemed pleased to have backup.
"So?" I said, tilting my head. "Are you backing out of your word now?"
Mary turned toward Dad again, probably hoping for backup from him, which only made me smirk wider.
I slipped my arm around Veronica's waist. "We're just gonna nap, Mom. I'll even leave the door open."
Veronica gave a nervous laugh, blushing. "This is escalating really fast…"
As we started to walk away, Sheldon chimed in, ever the genius with timing nobody asked for. "Technically, Mother wins the argument. She didn't just understand the lyrics—she interpreted them correctly. The original deal stated—"
"Idiot," Missy muttered, cutting him off with a deadpan glare.
Everyone turned to look at him.
Like, everyone.
Eyes widened. Jaws slackened. It was like the room collectively remembered, Oh yeah, there was a deal…
And me?
I didn't wait.
I tightened my grip on Veronica's hand and hissed, "Don't look back."
Then I speed-walked like we were escaping from a Baptist courthouse.
"Georgie Cooper!" Mary's voice rang behind us.
Too late.
We were already in my room!.
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3rd Person POV
Mary let out a deep sigh and shot a look of pure exasperation at George Sr. and Connie.
"I'm going to my room!" Missy's mischievous voice rang out as she sprinted upstairs with a grin on her face.
The lucky—or maybe unlucky—thing was, Missy and Sheldon's room happened to be right past Georgie's. Which meant Missy would definitely see whatever those two were about to do.
"I'll be in the garage working on my train," Sheldon announced in his usual dramatic monotone. "Do not disturb me unless there's a fire, an earthquake, or Leonard Nimoy shows up at our front door."
Connie laughed at that and grabbed her keys. "And I'm going bowling!" she declared, leaving George Sr. and Mary alone in the kitchen.
"Missy!" Georgie's voice echoed from down the hallway.
The two parents exchanged another long, weary sigh. George Sr. headed to the fridge and grabbed a beer.
Georgie, after all, was their most trusted child—basically the 'old man' in the house.
The only thing that could shake that trust now?
If one day he came home saying, 'Guess what? I'm gonna be a dad!.'
Still, deep down, both Mary and George Sr. believed he wouldn't actually do anything reckless. They trusted him.
"…."
Well. Until Mary remembered what he and Veronica had done a few weeks ago.
Her heart skipped a beat.
She tried to shake the thought off—he's older now, he knows better. She had once been young too, she remembered what it was like. The thrill, the hormones, the—.
Mary's eyes widened. She turned sharply toward her husband just as he took a sip of his beer.
Georgie was the result of one of those moments!
"GEORGIE! DOOR STAYS OPEN!"
She shrieked so loud the kitchen window rattled.
"Alright!" Georgie yelled back. "Missy, go back to your room! I wanna sleep!"
"NO!" came Missy's sharp reply.
Mary groaned and dropped into one of the chairs at the kitchen table.
George Sr. watched her, amused, and sat down across from her. "Come on, hon. Trust Georgie a little."
"I do," Mary muttered, rubbing her forehead. "He's still my boy. I just… can't believe he's not my little boy anymore."
George Sr. chuckled. That chuckle always got on her nerves when she was stressed.
"What?" she snapped.
"I'm just saying," he shrugged, "the only thing I'm scared of is Georgie walkin' through that door one day and tellin' us we're gonna be grandparents."
George Sr. took a swig of beer—and promptly choked on it when Mary glared at him with fire in her eyes.
"That's not funny!"
"I'm serious!" George Sr. coughed. "That boy's got charm. He's gonna be a player."
"That doesn't make me feel any better!" Mary clutched her Bible like she was ready for spiritual warfare.
"Yeah," George raised his beer and smirked. "I'd like to apologize in advance to every future girlfriend Georgie Cooper's gonna have."
Mary squinted suspiciously at him. That smirk.
He was joking… but not entirely. He knew it.
Mary let out a snort at his obvious attempt to change the subject—but it worked. A smile crept back onto her face.
"You know the church secretary, Elizabeth Sohinki?" she asked, excitement in her voice.
George Sr. paused mid-sip. "...The one rumored to be on drugs?"
"Yes! She's currently getting treatment for it."
"So the rumor's true?" George raised an eyebrow. He'd seen Elizabeth around—always seemed a little off.
Mary nodded, a little too enthusiastically. "Yep! Anyway, Pastor Jeff said someone needs to take over her responsibilities, and guess what—he offered me the job!"
George Sr. blinked. It felt... odd. But hey—happy wife, happy life, right?
"Congratulations," he said, raising his beer in a casual toast.
Mary lit up even more. "It's not just bookkeeping. I'll be handling maintenance issues too—pipes, lights, you name it!"
George tried to keep his supportive face on. "Wow, that's... a lot of hats."
"Oh, and I'm also in charge of the planning committee! You know—social events. Baptisms, weddings, funerals… the big three!"
"Sounds like a big job," George said, sipping his beer. "But I know you can handle it, hon."
Mary beamed. "Thank you! But wait—this is the cherry on top." She leaned in, eyes sparkling.
George braced himself.
"You know the church sign out front? With all the clever little sayings?"
George nodded slowly. "Like… 'Be an organ donor—give your heart to Jesus'?"
Mary pointed at him with delight. "Exactly! I am the one who will wrote that!"
George leaned back in his chair, trying to look impressed. "Huh. No kidding."
Mary giggled. "I've already got one lined up for next week: 'The best vitamin for a Christian is B1!'"
George stared at her, trying not to let his face betray him. That's… not funny at all, he thought. But instead, he nodded with forced enlightenment.
"Ahh… I get it."
"There's a lot more where that came from," Mary said proudly, already thinking of her next spiritual pun.
George watched her fondly. She was happy. That part he loved. But he knew what he had to ask next.
"So… what about the twins?"
Mary blinked. "What about them?"
"Well," George said, brow furrowed, "who's gonna look after them from 3 to 6 in the afternoon?"
"There's Georgie," Mary replied quickly. "And if he's out in Houston or something, Mom'll watch them."
"You sure about that?" George asked, eyeing her carefully.
Mary squinted. "Are you kidding me? She loves those kids like crazy!"
George Sr. gave her a look—not of doubt about Connie's love, but about her consistency. Sure, she adored the twins… but watching them every weekday afternoon?
"We'll see," he said, leaning back. "Why don't you ask her first? If she's really on board, then hey—no one's stopping you from taking the job at church."
Mary's face lit up like the Christmas pageant stage. "You really mean it?"
George Sr. smiled. "Of course."
Then he wiggled his eyebrows. "Ouuuhh… so I'm getting something tonight, huh?"
Mary blushed and covered her face, laughing despite herself. "Stop that."
"...If you want to." she whispered playfully, peeking at him through her fingers.
George Sr. definitely heard it—loud and clear. He set down his beer with the focus of a man preparing for battle. "Better keep my stamina up!"
Mary gasped, laughing harder. "George!" then She stood, grabbing her purse. "I'll ask my mom, alright?" she said before walking away.
But just as she reached the living room, she turned back over her shoulder, eyes twinkling.
"...And you, mister—your fun depends entirely on her answer."
She disappeared before George could reply, leaving him grinning and shaking his head.
He leaned back in his chair, mind already wandering toward 'tonight plans'… until he heard the soft pitter-patter of little feet coming from the hallway.
Missy emerged, clutching a stuffed animal to her chest.
One of the few reasons George Sr. wasn't completely panicking about Georgie and Veronica in the same room was that Missy's room was just next door—a natural security system. And she is love to play with Georgie and Veronica.
"Missy? Why are you out here?" he asked, narrowing his eyes. "Weren't you supposed to keep an eye on your brother?"
Missy gave a dramatic shrug. "Georgie kicked me out."
George Sr. frowned. "Why?"
"I dunno," she said casually. "He said he wanted to take his pants off."
Then she paused… blinked… and turned slowly to her father, horrified.
"Wait. Do you mean—?"
George Sr. shot up so fast he nearly tripped over the coffee table. "GEORGIE!"
He stomped down the hall and pounded on Georgie's door.
"You heard your mom! Door stays open!"
The door cracked open.
Georgie peeked out, shirtless, hair slightly messy, and wearing the exhausted face of a teenager who just wanted a nap.
"What?"
"Door. Open," George Sr. repeated, this time using his dad voice.
Georgie groaned. "Geeeez, it was Missy who shut it!"
"I don't care if the Pope shut it—door stays open!"
Reluctantly, Georgie opened it wider… just enough.
Back in the hallway, Missy was giggling to herself, clearly proud of the chaos she'd caused.