Fic Prompt: in laws visit, stute?
10. The in-laws come to visit
It honestly amuses me, how much you like this pairing that started as a crack ship. So anyways, here, have Stute and their three adopted kids stumbling across Ma Pines in Gravity Falls. I guess in this AU Stan didn’t get the closure with his parents that he got in the main Stanley McGucket ‘verse but eh. It is what it is. Hope you like it.
“And then- and then the teacher, she asked us what we were gonna do for Mother’s Day,” Suzie chattered amiably. She was sitting on Stan’s shoulders (her preferred spot) during the weekly trip to the park. A grand total of six years old, she was the youngest kid Lute and Stan had adopted, which made sense, since she was the last one they were planning on taking in.
“What’d you say?” Stan asked.
“That I was gonna spend it with my dad and pa,” Suzie replied. Stan and Lute smiled at each other. There were two pairs of footsteps. Roy, fourteen, who had disappeared for five minutes with Darryl, eleven, reappeared. Lute eyed his sons.
“And where did the two of ya vanish off to?” Lute asked.
“Mark said there was a weird old guy near the fountain that we should check out,” Roy replied, tucking a long strand of black hair behind an ear.
“A weird old guy, huh?” Stan said.
“Yeah! And, Dad, you have to see him. He’s so grumpy! He keeps complainin’ about the pigeons.” Roy and Darryl exchanged a grin. “Old men are supposed to like pigeons.”
“All right, all right, we’ll go see this weird old guy,” Stan said. He patted one of Suzie’s feet. “We’re makin’ a detour, lil miss mouse.”
“Okay!” Suzie chirped. She began to play with Stan’s hair.
“Do ya want to sing the pineapple song on the way?” Lute asked. Suzie frowned thoughtfully.
“Hmm, no,” she said shortly, resuming her attempts at being a hairdresser.
“That’s a relief,” Roy muttered. Lute raised an eyebrow.
“Oh, are ya worried you’ll be embarrassed by yer pa?” Lute asked.
“Pfft. Ya always embarrass me, Pa.”
“Roy Clark Pines, I am wounded!” Lute gasped. Roy rolled his eyes.
“Sure. If you say so.”
“Dad, this old guy, it’s sorta weird, but he reminds me of you,” Darryl said. Stan looked at his son.
“Yeah. I dunno why. Maybe it’s ‘cause both of ya have that square face. And the big ole nose.” Darryl tapped his chin. “Huh. Maybe it ain’t so weird that he reminds me of you.” Lute looked at Stan.
“Darlin’? Somethin’ wrong?” Lute asked quietly. Stan had completely frozen. After a moment, Stan shook his head.
“Nah. Probably overreacting to something is all.”
“Are ya sure? We don’t have to see this strange old man. We can turn ‘round and go home.”
“No!” Darryl and Roy complained.
“Despite what the kids might say,” Lute continued. Stan shook his head again.
“I’m fine, Lute. Let’s go check it out. We’re almost there already.” The small family finished making their way to the park fountain, singing the pineapple song with Suzie, who had decided out of nowhere that she really did want to sing. Stan stopped a few feet away from the fountain and looked around. “I don’t see anyone here, weird, old, man, or otherwise,” Stan said.
“Aw, poo,” Darryl said, blowing a raspberry. “He musta left already.”
“That’s a shame,” Lute said idly. “Maybe we should go get ice cream. Drown our sorrows.”
“Ice cream!” the children shouted eagerly. Suzie tugged roughly on Stan’s hair during her exuberant yells.
“The best ice cream man is this way,” Stan said, turning around. He froze. The middle-aged woman in front of him stared.
“Stanley?” Ma Pines whispered. Stan swallowed.
“H-hey, Mom,” he stammered. Ma Pines put her hands on her hips.
“And where have you been for the last fifteen years?” she demanded.
“Uh…Arkansas, and here, mostly,” Stan said. Suzie cocked her head.
“Who’s the lady?” Suzie asked curiously.
“I second the question,” Lute said. Stan swallowed again.
“Lute, Suzie, Roy, Darryl, this is my mom. Gigi Pines.” Ma Pines crossed her arms. Her displeasure was clearly escalating.
“Are these children yours?” she asked.
“Yeah. Adopted, all three of ‘em,” Stan said. Ma Pines looked around.
“Where’s your wife?”
“Don’t have one.”
“I’m ‘bout the closest thing Stanley’s got to a wife,” Lute said, stepping forward and holding out a hand to shake. “Howdy, ma’am. I’m Lute, Stan’s partner.” Ma Pines shook the offered hand cautiously.
“And by partner, you mean…”
“Romantic partner,” Lute finished.
“…Ah.” Ma Pines sighed. “In that case, the five of you better get going. Stan, your father’s coming back any minute, and I know he wouldn’t be happy with this.”
“Yep. Figured,” Stan muttered.
“But before you run off, give me your phone number so I can call and catch up,” Ma Pines said. She smiled at Roy, Darryl, and Suzie. “I’d love to hear more about these grandkids of mine.”
“We have two grandmas?” Suzie said suddenly. Ma Pines beamed.
“You do now, honey.”