A/N: Hello, my lovely readers! And yes, I wrote something new! You see, in the past couple weeks, I've been kind of obsessed with the movie Ratatouille, and I figured out that there wasn't really a full story about Django's wife. So I decided to write this one-shot for you all if you are familiar with the movie. This is the longest I have ever written, and I put effort into it, so yeah. Also, this is my first one-shot so please don't put hate comments. And FYI, this story takes place before the events of Ratatouille. So without further ado, let's get in with the story!

Disclaimer: I do not own Ratatouille. It is owned by Disney/Pixar.

Somewhere in France in a village, there was a small cottage where an old lady once lived. The old lady was named Mabel, and she was a food lover. She loved to cook and plus, she loved to watch cooking shows. She also admired Chefs because she believed that they are the best cooks in the world. Mabel especially loved Chef Gusteau, which she believed was one of the best cooks in France. The old lady loved him so much, that she even got his cookbook to make recipes. Right now, she was sleeping in her chair, softly snoring.

There was then a noise above her ceiling. It sounded like some animal was crawling in there. Well, that's because it was, a rat to be exact; a whole bunch of rats. Mabel was completely unaware that there was a whole colony of rats up there. They had lived in her attic for months now, and they had been learning how to live there. The clan was quite well living in there now, and during those months, they were eating, sleeping, and storing food. The colony also listened and respected their clan leader, Django. He was a middle-aged rat who had two sons named Remy and Emile. He also had a wife, but sadly, she died when their sons were little kids. Oh, how he missed his wife.

Emile, his oldest son, walked up to him with a piece of cheese in his jaws. He shook his pudgy brown body to get dirt off him before saying between muffles, "Hey, Dad. I found this piece of cheese next to the trash can. Where can I put it at?"

"You can put it in the pile over there, son," he replied, pointing his head to a small pile of food.

"Alright, thanks." He scampered over there and placed it down. He then licked his jaws at the other food in the pile. The pile has consisted of sweet, creamy cheese, grapes, and small pieces of bread. Emile loved food, and he would eat anything, even trash.

Django chuckled. "Okay, Emile, you can eat. But only one piece will do, okay?"

"Okay, thanks, Dad!" Emile immediately grabbed a piece of bread and devoured it.

Django chuckled again. He loved his son, he loved both of his sons. Emile had his mother's fur color, and it reminded Django of her.

"Desiree..." he said softly.

He truly missed his beloved wife. She was so beautiful to him. Her brown fur reminded him of a good, soft chocolate chip cookie, and her gorgeous brown eyes complimented her fur.

The older rat slowly closed his eyes as he reminisced.

Django was in his mid-to-late 20's. He had his lovely wife and his beautiful 3-year-old son, Emile. They were living in an average human family's home, but right now, they were in the woods not too far from the family's home.

Django nuzzled his wife gently, softly bruxing. His wife's soft brown fur was touching his gray fur.

Desiree giggled. Her giggle was light and soft, like a feather floating in the wind. "Oh, Django, you are so sweet. I love it when you do that to me."

Her husband stopped and also giggled. "Well, you are my wife, darling. Why wouldn't I do that to you?"

"Oh, I don't know. But I do know one thing though."

"What is it?" Django asked.

"I know that you are the most handsome rat in the world." She nuzzled his cheek, every individual strand of fur was interacting with her husband's.

Django blushed a bit. "Oh Desiree, there are tons of male rats out there. I am definitely not."

"Oh yes, you are too. And that's a fact." Desiree gave her husband a quick lick on the cheek.

Django blushed harder before cuddling up with her. "You are so sweet, my love."

Desiree placed her head on his chest. She then heard a small squeak.

"Eww! Mommy, Daddy, are you gonna kiss?" Emile asked in disgust.

His mother giggled. "That's what Mommies and Daddies do, sweetie."

"Well it's yucky!" the little rat exclaimed, crossing his small arms in the process.

Desiree just smiled and tickled his rounded belly.

Emile laughed loudly. "Mommy! T-that tickles!"

Django giggled, watching.

Desiree looked at her little son with her beautiful brown eyes. "You know, honey, one day you will learn to like girls."

"No I won't!" he protested.

Django playfully shook his head. "You got a lot to learn son, but just know that the only girl rat you love is Mommy. Okay?"

"Okay!" Emile's stomach then grumbled.

"Sounds like somebody's hungry!" Desiree nudged him gently, which made him chuckle.

"Let's all go back to the house to get something to eat. The family will be back from their trip in a couple of days."

And so, the small rat family crawled their way back to the family's home.

Django eventually went back to reality, only to find his youngest son, Remy in front of his eyes.

"Uh, Dad, are you okay?" he asked concernedly

"Huh? Oh yes, son, I'm okay."

"Okay. I just want to ask you when lunch is ready."

"Lunch can be ready now. Go tell your brother."

Remy nodded and started to walk away. He then stopped mid-walk when he heard his dad call his name.

"Yes, Dad?"

"I love you."

Remy was kind of taken aback. Sure, he knows his dad loves him, but he hadn't heard those words come out of his mouth in a long time, possibly not since his mom died.

"Aww, Dad." Remy hugged him. "I love you too."

Django patted his son's back and smiled.

Remy broke apart from the hug and padded away to his brother.

Django stood there for a moment, taking account on what he just said. He wasn't exactly the sweet type, so it kind of surprised him that he said that. Then again, he wanted to say that because he was so lucky that he and his wife had produced two beautiful sons.

The clan leader then walked off to tell his rats that it was time to eat.

After lunch, Django groomed himself. He licked his paws a bit and quickly rubbed his paws up and down his face. He also rubbed his paws quickly against his muzzle and nipped his arms gently. He did this for a few more minutes.

Meanwhile, Remy was outside, enjoying the summer breeze. As the wind blew, every hair on his little body moved. Remy thought that that felt good, and he sighed contently. He suddenly frowned. He felt like he was missing something or someone...

"Mom," he said softly.

He really didn't remember her too much, as she died when he was only 2-years-old. But he did know that he was heartbroken when his dad told him and Emile the news when they were a bit older.

Remy then felt the sudden urge to ask his dad what he knew about her. He went off to find him.

Django was drinking some water out of a small bowl until he heard his son.

"Dad?" Remy said.

His father looked at him. "Yes, Remy?"

"What do you know, well... about Mom?"

Django's eyes widened a little. He stared at his son for a second before replying, "Well, she was really beautiful. The prettiest rat I had ever met. Also, she loved to sing and tell stories to you and your brother. Especially before bedtime. I loved her for that. Otherwise, she was sweet, kind, smart, and beautiful."

Remy nodded a bit. "Do you miss her, Dad?"

"Very much. But at least I have you and your brother."

Remy gave his dad a small smile.

Django smiled back at him. "Oh, I remember when you were in your mother's belly. Me, your brother, and your mother were really excited for you to be born."

It was a sunny day. They were currently in the attic of the human family's home.

Django sat next to his wife, eyeing lovingly at her.

Desiree was in her later stages of pregnancy with her second child. Her belly was rounded. She giggled. "What is it, Django?"

"I just want to say that you are beautiful," her husband replied.

Desiree giggled softly. "Oh, Django." She slowly walked up to him due to her pregnant stomach and nuzzled him, bruxing a bit.

Django bruxed as well. "I love you."

"I love you too." She snuggled him.

Django's smile immediately turned into a worried frown when he heard his wife gasp. "Desiree! Honey, are you okay? Is the baby coming?"

His wife's paw went to her belly. "No. The baby's moving around quite a lot."

Django gently placed his ear on his wife's stomach. He heard his unborn son move in there. He smiled, knowing that he will come into this world soon.

"I can't wait until he's born." Django kissed her belly.

"Me neither. Emile is gonna be such a good big brother." Desiree grinned.

Speaking of Emile, the 3-year-old rat went up to them. "Mommy, Daddy, what are you doing?"

Desiree looked at her son. "I felt your baby brother move in my tummy. Wanna feel?"

Emile nodded excitedly. He placed his little pink paw on his mommy's stomach. He then felt movement.

The little rat gasped. "I can feel him!"

His parents exchanged glances to each other. They were always happy when their son gets excited about stuff.

"Hi, baby brother," Emile said to her belly. "This is your big brother, Emile. I can't wait to see you and play with you."

"Aww," Desiree said.

Emile rubbed her tummy a bit. "Mommy? What you gonna name him?"

"Your father and I have been loving the name Remy," she responded.

"Remy's a nice name! I like it!" Emile smiled.

"Remy it is then," Django said.

Django looked at his beloved son and smiled. "I am so glad to have you as my son."

"And I'm so glad to have you as my father." Remy rubbed against him.

Django bruxed a bit before saying, "Now run along and do something."

"Okay, Dad." He began to run off to chat with a few of his clanmates.

It was night time and the colony had just finished dinner.

Remy was grooming himself a bit until he decided to get some dessert. He was really craving something sweet.

The rat walked up to a small food pile to see if it had any dessert. Unfortunately, it didn't.

"Well... I guess I have to go in the kitchen then," he said.

His dad usually didn't allow him to be in the kitchen, but he really wanted something sweet though.

Remy sneakily went in the kitchen, trying his best to not get caught.

Mabel was watching TV, so his chances of getting caught were slim.

Remy sniffed, using his good pink nose of his. He sniffed around until he smelled some chocolate chip cookies. The cookies were on the pan on the stove.

Smiling, Remy quietly went to the stove. He examined the cookies.

The sweet tasting cookies appeared to be a bit big for him, so he grabbed one with both of his little paws. He grunted a little.

He tried his best to walk with two legs with a big cookie in his paws. The rat wobbled a bit towards the window.

Thank goodness he made it there on time because Mabel was beginning to get up from her chair.

Remy got outside before looking back. "Phew! That was close!"

Remy got back in the attic. He then saw his dad with a mad look on his face.

Uh oh... Here comes trouble, he thought.

"Remy! Where on earth did you get that delicious cookie from? It looks too good to be trash!" Django said.

"Dad, I'm sorry! I was craving something sweet, so I went in the kitchen!"

"What?! Remy! How many times do I have to tell you to stay out of the kitchen?"

"Dad! It was only for one time!"

"Don't talk back to me, boy. You're grounded for a week."

"What?! Dad, that's not fair!" Remy yelled.

"You disobeyed me. Now get ready for bed." Django padded away.

Remy sighed. He walked to an old couch where Mabel decided to store in the attic. He hopped on to it and groomed himself.

"Desiree. You don't have to do this. Please let me go with you," Django begged.

"Honey, I can do this by myself. Remy and Emile need someone to watch over them," Desiree responded.

The rat family was living in a different human family's home. The previous family kept on storing stuff in the attic, and the rat family was feeling a little crowded, making them move.

Right now, Desiree wanted to get some food out of the kitchen to feed her family, but her husband felt like it was too dangerous for her to go out by herself without him being with her. But family was more important to her, so she felt like she needed to go.

"Are you sure you will be okay?" Django asked.

"I'll be fine, dear. Go watch Remy and Emile."

2-year-old Remy and 5-year-old Emile were playing tag together. They laughed, having a good time.

"Alright. Please be careful."

"I will." Desiree went out of the attic.

Django watched her leave before keeping an eye on Remy and Emile.

Desiree sneakily went into the kitchen, trying to make her movements light and not so loudly.

The female rat searched around for some fruit, deciding that will be best for her family to lunch on.

Desiree was completely unaware that one of the house's residents, a wife, was about to go to the kitchen to get lunch.

"Hey, do you want me to help you make lunch?" her husband asked.

"That will be helpful, thank you," she replied.

The couple began to walk to the kitchen.

Desiree's mouth was full of grapes. The grapes' stem was in her jaws. Her ears immediately perked up when she heard footsteps. She ran as fast as she could to the attic, but she fell off the counter on to the kitchen's green and white tiled floors.

"Okay, kids, I'm getting worried for your mommy. You guys behave, okay? Emile, look out for your brother," Django said.

"Okay, Daddy," Emile said. He suddenly heard a scream.

"Daddy! What that?" little Remy said.

"Oh no! Desiree!" Django quickly sprang into action. He ran as fast as he could.

Desiree's feet were trapped in a mousetrap. She was so distracted on getting back to the attic, that she didn't see it.

"Desiree!" he exclaimed, running towards her.

"Django help! I'm stuck!" she cried.

"Don't worry, honey! I'll help you get out of there," he said.

Unfortunately for Django though, the human couple saw the scene.

The wife was about to scream, but her husband stopped her.

"Stay calm. I'll call the animal control." He went to the phone and dialed quickly.

His wife saw grapes that Desiree was carrying on the ground. "John! The rat tried to steal food from the kitchen!"

"Don't worry. The animal control will get rid of the rat and kill it. Also, the other rat."

The rat couple gasped in shock.

Desiree broke down in tears. "Oh, Django, what are we gonna do?"

"Desiree, don't cry. I will try to get you out of there."

Unlucky for him though, he didn't have enough time to get Desiree out of the mousetrap, as John's wife was too engulfed in the rats.

"John, pick up the mousetrap. I think the other rat wants to help the rat escape."

"No!" Django cried.

John hung up and he picked up the mousetrap.

Poor Desiree was terrified, her body shaking.

"Desiree!" Django shouted.

Eventually, the animal control came. One of the humans held the mousetrap.

"We will get rid and expose the rat in no time," he said.

"Alright, thank you," John said.

Django was hiding under the human couple's couch, avoiding being caught.

"Come on guys," the animal control worker said.

Django went out of his hiding spot. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. His beloved wife was taken away from him and was about to be gone forever. He was gonna miss her sweet voice, her laugh, and all of the other things that made her into the rat Django knew and love.

The animal control crew went out of the front door, making Django's last moment to see his beautiful wife.

"DESIREE!" he yelled heartbrokenly.

Django woke up, petrified. He looked around the attic frantically.

The poor rat couldn't take it anymore. Tears leaked out of his eyes. The rat that he had known since childhood, the love of his life, was gone. She was only trying to feed her family. That moment right there, truly showed how much she loved them.

Django's crying made Remy wake up. "Dad?" he said.

"Oh, son," Django said between crying. "I miss her so much."

Remy instantly knew what he was talking about, and he hugged his father. "Shh. It's okay, Dad. I'm here," he said gently.

Django wiped his tears and sniffled. "Your mother loved you and Emile so much. She... she was the perfect wife and mother."

Remy placed a paw on to his dad's paw. "Mom would have been so proud of you for taking such good care of us. Without you, we wouldn't have such a good life."

His dad smiled. "You're right, Remy. At least she's in a better place now."

Remy nuzzled his dad lovingly. "I love you, Dad."

Django hugged him. "I love you too, son."

Emile woke up and yawned. He saw his dad and brother. "Hey, what's going on?" he said sleepily.

"Emile, go back to sleep, son," Django told him.

Emile yawned again and went back to sleep.

"Oh, by the way, Remy, I'm sorry for being hard on you earlier. You are no longer grounded."

"Really? Oh thanks, Dad!" Remy hugged him again.

Django chuckled a bit before yawning. "Let's go back to bed."

"Alright. Night, Dad." Remy curled up next to him.

"Good night, son." Django snuggled up to him and he fell asleep.

Django managed to have a peaceful sleep without having to think about his wife. Desiree had an amazing family and she will always be remembered by them in their hearts.