Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men:Evolution it's characters. Just my OC, Molly Callum/Creature and any original characters/background characters that may pop up from time to time. I also don't own the movie, song or any lyric's to the Lion King 2 Simba's pride's, 'Love Will Find a Way'.

Dedication: This fanfic is dedicated to the memory of young Tripp Halstead, and to the victims of the Stoneman Douglas Highschool shooting and those effected. This fanfic also goes out to all children who haven't been yet adopted and are waiting for a loving home, and to those people that have the love, time and resources to open up their hearts to be parents to adopt and/or foster children.

AN: This fic turned out a bit longer then intended and is my longest in the series to date! I just think it's easier for the reader to switch POV's at the beginning of chapters now, so that's partly why. Plus it just turned out super long. Enjoy! Also, I'm not adopted, BUT my BFF growing up was, so I guess that's why it's a soft spot for me and that's why the dedication. She was one of the best friends I'd ever had, and if she'd never been adopted, looking back, it would've made my life emptier. (We fell out of touch, but the past is what it is, for better or worse.) IDK, maybe I'm just a weird little duck. XD

Molly:

Molly's alarm went off, loud, as well as bright and early. She rolled over and shut it off. Molly sat up, rubbing the sleep out of one eye. Who decided this crazy schedule anyway? Molly got up and went to her dresser, getting out clothes, then grabbed her bathrobe.

It suddenly hit her what day it was. Not only was it Friday morning, but it was the day before THE BIG DAY. That is, Jean and Scott's actual wedding. Which meant tonight was Jean's little bachelorette party. Molly had already gotten Jean a gift for that-his and hers towels and cute matching pillow cases-and Remy and Molly had picked out the wedding gift, from one couple to the other. Tickets to the nearest ski lodge for a week of their choosing, because goodness knew The Institute was not a private place at any given moment. Being newlyweds, they were going to need time away. Lots and lots of it.

There was a knock at Molly's door. She opened it to see something weird. It was a delivery boy, in a white shirt and hat, carrying a huge bouquet of red roses and a card, and a small cardboard box. Well, Molly's shower was going to have to wait.

"Uh, sorry, you must have the wrong-" Molly was interrupted. This had to be from Scott for Jean. Right?
It made perfect sense. Roses didn't come cheap and it was the day before their wedding. Why would Remy...?

"No mistake miss," The young man smiled, "Molly Callum, room twelve. Twenty-four roses, a card, and a gift box. I just need your signature." He gave her the stuff, then handed her a clipboard with a pen attached.

Molly smirked to herself, quickly signing it.
"This wouldn't be from a mister LeBeau, would it?"

"I can't say, Miss. I just deliver the stuff. Have a good day," He tipped his hat and left.

Molly shut the door, putting the roses and box on the bed momentarily, then opening the card.

xXxXx
Love,

Didn't want you feeling neglected this weekend.
You have all my attention, my heart, and everything I am.

There's a perfect world shining in your eyes.
I love you, be my brave girl.

Forever yours,
Remy

xXxXx

Molly almost felt like her heart was going to explode. Molly knew why he was doing it: To show that he loved her and letting her know she didn't need to feel jealous or left out because Jean was the one-the first one out of all her friends-to be getting married.
Remy was just supporting Molly. He knew how sensitive she could be. Plus they'd talked about it a little, so this wasn't just out of nowhere. This grand gesture was really unexpected though, but not unlike Remy, Molly realized as she took the box and opened it eagerly.

"Ohh Remy...y-you big dummy!" Tears came to Mollys eyes.

It _wasn't_ an engagement ring, thankfully. Molly was relieved. It was a very thoughtful gift though. The guy had outdone himself again. She really didn't deserve him. He was just an angel of a man. It was a four-sided photo-box to keep things in. The top picture was a picture they'd taken visting her family for the first time, and the rest of the pictures were of Molly and Remy together. It was beautiful-red with gold colored corners. Molly put the box on her dresser.

Molly then quickly put the flowers in some water, then got showered and dressed as fast as she could, afterwards going to Remy's room. Hopefully he wasn't downstairs yet. She knocked loudly.

Remy opened the door, practically getting body-slammed into a crushing hug.
"Your the best boyfriend any girl could ever wish for!" Molly smiled so hard her face hurt.

"I am?-Oh right! The flowers!" Remy put a hand to his forehead, suddenly remembering. Remy smiled mischievously after a moment. He quickly swept her up into a kiss, literally. Remy picked her up by the waist, kissing her, then letting her stand on the bed. Molly enjoyed looking into his eyes after kissing. What a good way to start the morning.

"It's going to be hard concentrating on anything else all day," Molly tilted her head, giving Remy loving eyes.

"I know, sweetheart, but it's going to be alright. We get two days of partying and tomorrow night, I get you all to myself on the dance floor. And maybe afterwards, when it's all over, I'll have a little surprise in mind," There was that twinkle in Remy's burning red, sultry eyes.

"Remy, you know how to spoil a girl," Molly laughed, "Roses, a beautiful thoughtful present, and another surprise.-And we get cake tomorrow!"

"Of course, it's all about the cake," Remy picked her up a moment, sitting on the bed with her cradled firmly in his arms,
"I really don't want you to be upset this weekend, Petite. We both need to support Jean and Scott, but what's more,
I've seen you jealous and in your worst moods. There's nothing to be jealous of. You have me and I have you. That is all we need for now. A piece of paper and a couple rings won't change how we feel about each other, so we'll do it all when the time is right, okay?"

Molly found herself crying. Not sad tears, but in awe of Remy's love and thoughtfulness.
"O-Okay. I'm sorry I'm crying! It's just...you're right. And I do get jealous. Yeah, We don't need to prove anything now. You were right before too. We're too young for it."

"Definitely, but not too young for a little making out before breakfast, hmm, Cherie?" Remy purred.

"Yeah, but take it easy. You know I don't have any energy before eat-Mmgh!" Molly was interrupted by Remy's loving, passionate kiss. They stayed like that until five minutes after breakfast had started.

AN: I HATE being called ma'am, so Molly would hate it too. (I mean, jeez, I'm not sixty!) So I went with the much younger sounding 'Miss' greeting instead.