Author's Notes: Hello again, lovely people in Romy Fandom! I was determined to start posting the continuation to this only around Xmas time, but I was like, you know what, whatever! I just can't keep stories to myself. So here it is. I hope you enjoy it. Next one coming up next week.

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"I hate to do this, you leave no choice, can't live without her

Love me or hate me we will be both standing at that altar
Or we will run away to another galaxy, you know
You know she's in love with me, she will go anywhere I go

Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life?
Say yes, say yes 'cause I need to know
You say, "I'll never get your blessing 'til the day I die
Tough luck, my friend, 'cause the answer's still no!

Why you gotta be so rude?
Don't you know I'm human, too?
Why you gotta be so rude?

I'm gonna marry her anyway"

Resigned to my fate, I made my way down the stairs and into the kitchen where I met my beloved girlfriend`s father chopping vegetables at remarkable speed. I greeted him with a fake smile, and a hello, trying hard to act as if being around him didn't make me feel uncomfortable. I ask him if he would like my help with anything, forcing myself to be friendly with someone I know isn't thrilled to have me at all. Unsurprisingly, I received nothing but an annoyed grunt in reply.

This is the man who's usually charming and friendly to everyone, I mean EVERYONE but me. Ever since Juliette and I started dating he's changed his way towards me. Talk about wearing out your welcome! In his defense, it all started out with him finding out I took his daughter's virginity. And n mine, said daughter practically begged me to do it.

I sigh, he sighs. The sounds coming from his knife blade dominated the whole place. I remember how smooth and swift his movements are and what he probably could do to me with that huge knife he's holding. I swallow hard, better not tease the beast, when it was his turn to break the awkward silence.

"Alors, Summers boy, will you be staring at me all day or what?" he asks in his thick accent. He's just spent one week in New Orleans taking care of his business, meaning, his worldwide Thieves' Guild that is. Whenever he spends anytime there, it seems his accent gets thicker and, in my humble opinion, more menacing. Hell, that threatening tone he cultivates for me only, I'm sure.

"Alex, sir, not Summers boy." I clear my throat. "And sorry, sir. If you'd rather work alone, I shall be leaving, then." I reply calmly with all my best manners. What wouldn't I do for my beautiful enchanting Juliette? But he's got other ideas and stops what he's doing and hands me a knife and a cutting board and points at a bag of potatoes to the left, his eyes narrowed at me all the while. I take the knife and start peeling the vegetables silently.

I feel nervous at his presence and he's an empath. I know he's picked up on that.

"They've sent you here, eh?" He affirms more than asks, slightly cheerful, trying to make conversation. "Which one of them?" He completes.

"Auntie Anna." I confess, avoiding his eyes. "She says we should try and get along." Then something changes on his facial expression, he feels sorry for me, I guess. Even though I feel tempted to just go and read his thoughts, I refrain from it. He's got a well-trained mind, he can feel me if I try. I attempted once, and was promptly caught in the act and sure as hell he made some joke out of it in front of everyone. I was so embarrassed!

"Are you gonna call your girlfriend's mother 'auntie' for the rest of your life?" He asks mockingly and chuckles.

"Well, it's hard to stop it, she's been my 'auntie' ever since I was born. I can't bring myself to call her differently. It's just too awkward." I reply timidly.

"Like it's a bit awkward that you and Juliette are together when your mama, you know, cared for you both as babies. I heard she's breastfed you both. You're practically siblings." He teases me, Juliette has told him how I felt I shouldn't date her because of that. Now has he crossed the line! In fact, he's so far past the line that he can't even see that fucking line! I'm always a very calm guy, but now he's managed to get under my skin.

"You mean, when? When you were not around and Auntie Anna was miserable, thinking you were dead?" The words leave me before I could stop it. He throws his knife at his cutting board and looks into my eyes, eyebrows together in a deep frown.

"I'm sorry, okay. I'm sorry I'm always an ass to you. It's nothing against you in particular."

"It's, err…, okay, sir. I understand." I lie unconvincingly.

"No, you don't. You'll know how it feels to see your daughter with someone else one day, but right now, you can't understand. Whenever she comes here with you in her arms, so happy, so self-sufficient, not needing me at all, I get… "

"Jealous." I finish his sentence. Wow! I wasn't expecting that kind of honesty coming from him. He shrugs and there's this moment of awkward silence.

"Mr. LeBeau, I love your daughter. And she loves me. I guess what Auntie Anna wanted when she sent me here if for us to form some bond, get closer, maybe, for Juliette's sake, you know? Because, guess what, I won't be going anywhere. I'm going to marry your daughter someday." I feel my cheeks burning, still I'm proud of myself for that burst of courage that made me lay things as they are for him.

"As if I didn't know that already. But it won't happen anytime soon, neh?"

"Well, actually…"

"What? No, no actually! The answer is no!"

"Sir, I…"

"She just got my last name and you already want to take it away?"

Now it was all because of his last name! Unbelievable. And she got his last name five years ago, he makes it sound like it was yesterday.

I gotta be honest, the thought of making him agonizing to submission after a mental attack did cross my mind. You know those naughty ideas your mind plays in your head? Yeah, even us righteous X-Men do it. For a second, I could see myself posing like a super cool villain:

'You fucker! You never looked for your woman in fifteen years and now you think you have a say on this?' Then the bawahahaha of my evil laugh would sound.

"So, how are you guys getting along?" Auntie Anna pops her head in and the warmth in her smile wakes me up from my daydreaming.

Mr. LeBeau mumbles something I don't quite catch. He's sulking over my intentions to marry his daughter. None of us answer the question.

"Oh, well, you guys are not at each other's throats, so it's better than I expected." She says, blows a kiss at her husband and blinks at him. "Behave, Mr. LeBeau." And with that she leaves.

I steal a glance his way and found him watching me warily.

"You can't be serious, right? Have you proposed? You guys are just children!"

"We are twenty years old! And I bought her a ring, spent my yearly income on the finest money could get her, but still haven't proposed."

"So there's still time. I'll pay you double the price you paid for it so you don't do it."

"What!?" Now he's the one who can't be serious!

"I'm joking, obviously." He laughs hard at me. My face must have gone paper white. 'Not joking.' He brings his mental shield down and says in his mind for my benefit. I roll my eyes at his immaturity.

Now it's Juliette's turn to show up. She's got her two-year-old baby brother in her arms who's pulling on her hair and screaming for his mom. Becca is following her close behind.

"Dad, where's mom?" She asks my archenemy. The kids run to him. Her eyes find mine and we stare at each other, she smiles a broad smile.

"Hey, handsome. Doesn't it smell like Christmas in here? I love it! I love Christmas!" She speaks softly with that velvety voice of hers. I love her! Absolutely love her! My bombshell of a girlfriend. She's wearing that pair of shorts that make me drool and all I can think about is how I wanna kiss her so badly.

How I wanted to be in my parents' shoes right now! Happily having a skiing trip with my significant other. Just the two of us. Sex her up all day long. I reach her mind and what she's picturing in her head is way spicier than what I thought. She licks her lips, her red on black eyes taking in all of me. A saucepan falls to the floor. Her father's courtesy, of course.

That's when the bell rings.

Things that are going bad can always get worse, mama always said. Juliette goes grab the door.

"Grandad! Claude! Little Gabriel! How I missed you all!" We hear Juliette at the door, squeaking in absolute delight. Claude is in da house. I sigh deeply and audibly. Now it's my turn to get jealous.

"Mmm… it seems that tables have turned." Mr. LeBeau comments sarcastically and smirks at me. He starts humming 'I wish you a Merry Christmas' and walks to the stove and stirs one of the pot. He's happy now that I'm not.

It's gonna be fun, she said. Just the two of us and my family, she said. So much for a quiet family Christmas!