Summary
The first part of the final installment of the trilogy: It's the big day, but's who's trying to gatecrash?

Sorry for the very slow updates, I've been a bit blocked and I've gone and left my notebook at school and it has the drafts for AMND and S&S so I can't update those stories yet. Meanwhile, I've come up with an idea for a sequel to this story set 15 years in the future. Not sure if I'll make it a oneshot or a proper story but I think the 'proper story option' sounds a bit better. There's no title for it yet so suggestions would be greatly appreciated. I've also got an idea for a songfic but since I'm clueless as to how to write them, I would be very grateful to anyone who could give me some pointers.

As usual:
"speech"
Flashback

It wasn't her first time giving birth in the Institute's med-bay, but it was as a married woman. Beside her, just like last time, almost two years previously, was her husband, holding her hand as she brought their baby girl into the world. She was exhausted and somehow, yet again, she had managed to keep her prenatal figure. Maybe it had something to do with her being a mutant... No, that couldn't be it. Jean had stretch marks galore from giving birth for her first time not long before Rogue's second. Maybe she was just lucky. Well, whatever it was, she was happy. Three perfect little babies: Sylvie, Jacques and Sophie-Anne.

"Y' rememb'r our weddin', chere?"

"How could ah foahget?!"

She had moved back into their room now, Sylvie and Jacques playing on the floor whilst Rogue and Remy sat on the bed, his arms around her while she fed Sophie-Anne.

"Désolé, cherie."

She rested her free hand on his arm. "Hey, it wasn't yahr fault. Shoulda known it woulda happened. Anyway, it don' mattah. We gaht married an' we have three perfect children. Ah'm happy."

***

"Wow, Rogue, Remy's eyes are, like, going to pop out of his head when he, like, sees you wearing this!"

"Thanks, Kit. Where're Sylvie and Jacques?"

"Jean's got them. I, like, think she's, like, pregnant too."

"Seriousleh? Does Scott know?"

"I, like, don't think so. He's, like, going to have a heart attack when he, like, finds out."

"Ah dunno, Kit. Remy was ovah thah moon when ah told him about thah twins."

"Yeah, but that's, like, Remy. He's totally in love with you and for him it, like, just makes it better knowing that the woman you love is, like, totally gonna have your babies."

"Isn't it the same with them, though? Nevah mahnd. Anehway, that remahnds meh. When yah give yahr speech, can yah naht fill it with 'lahkes' an' 'totallehs'?"

"Rogue, I would, like, never do that! I can totally keep it under control!"

"Okay."

"Like, oh my God, you look so gorgeous!"

"Ah do?"

"Like, yeah!"

"Of course you do, child."

Storm had just finished fixing Rogue's hair, braiding and shaping it into an elegant twist before pinning the long veil into place. The Southern Belle gasped at her reflection in the mirror: a tall, curvy young woman in an incredibly elegant wedding dress. The dress itself was a long, strapless sheathe of white silk and satin with skirts that tumbled from the beaded bodice over her hips like a waterfall. Kitty grinned and placed a simple sapphire necklace around her neck.

"It's old, borrowed and blue. Three lucky charms in one. It used to belong to my gran."

"And your dress is something new, Rogue. You're officially set."

"Thanks, Storm, Kit... Ah just hope Rems hasn't gaht cold feet. He ran out on his weddin' tah Bella Donna."

"Thats different, dear, he didn't love her as he loves you."

"Yeah, plus he, like, totally asked you, he was made to marry her."

"Yah're rahght. What was ah thinkin'? Of course he isn't goin' tah walk out on meh."

The sun wasn't too hot as Remy stood at the altar on the beach. There was something about the seaside that they enjoyed... Maybe it was just because she had told him about the twins, who were now sitting on chairs waiting for their mum to walk down the aisle and say 'I do'. Piotr stood beside him, his best man, hoping that Remy wouldn't bolt. As the wedding march began to play - courtesy of Jamie and his Clones - Kitty's prediction came true. Remy's jaw dropped and his demon-like eyes bulged at the beauty, escorted by Logan, walking towards him. Rogue stopped next Remy, Logan placed her hand in her soon-to-be husband's, whispered "Look after her or I'll come after you, Gumbo", and sat next to Kurt in the front row of seats. When Remy lifted the veil, green eyes met red-on-black and he knew that he wasn't going to run. He was staying 'til the very end. He was saying 'I do' and kissing the bride. He was going to get married and that was that.

"Dearly beloved," the portly, and - thankfully - mutant-rights supporting, priest began, "We are gathered here today..."

"If anybody here has any reason as to why these two should not be wed, speak now or forever hold your peace."

Rogue and Remy looked nervously to where Logan and Kurt sat. Logan merely shrugged whilst Kurt gave them a grin and a big tumbs-up. Just as the priest was about to continue, however, a voice sounded from the back: "Stop de weddin'!"

Remy squinted in the bright sunlight at the figure running down the aisle. Even though the sun nearly blinded him, he could tell who it was. The voice and braids were all too familiar.

"Stop de weddin', he can' marry dis putain! Remy be betrothed t' moi!"

"De weddin' an' engagement were called off, Bella, y' frère made sure o' dat."

"Well, now dat mon père est mort, it be back on 'gain so y' marryin' moi!"

"Non! 'M marryin' Rogue! I love her an' 'm marryin' her!"

Logan clenched his fists and made to stand up but Rogue stopped him with a look. Even though it was quickly turning into a disaster anyway, she didn't exactly want any killing at her wedding.

It was very simple. As Bella made her way towards Rogue, drawing some sort of weapon, Rogue merely 'switched on' her powers and lifted a single bare hand and absorbed the Swamp Witch. She gave Remy a smile which he returned as they faced the priest.

"Ahem... So, anyway... Uh, where was I?" The priest thought for a moment. "Oh, yes... Remy, would you like to go first?"

"Oui. When I firs' met y', Rogue, we were on de battlefield an' de second I clapped eyes on y', I didn't want t' fight. It was de firs' time I only wanted un femme, de only time I've not cared 'bout de sex an' only wanted y' t' laugh an' smile, even if it wasn' moi dat made y' do dat. 'Ive never felt dis way b'fo'e an' 'm so happy dat 'm spendin' de res' of m' life wit' y'. Je t'aime, ma cherie, je t'aime."

"Rogue?"

"Tah beh honest, ah wanted tah hate yah when we firs' met but ah jus' couldn'. Ah pushed yah away so much but yah kept comin' back. When we went tah N'Awlins, ah fahnalleh had a chance tah connect with yah an' look at meh now! Ah love yah so much, Rem, an' ah'm nevah lettin' yah go."

The priest and most of the guests wiped away a tear. Logan sniffed and grumbled a little. "Damn. He's not lyin'. He'd better not hurt her."

"Do you, Remy Etienne LeBeau, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, to love and to cherish, for better or worse, in sickness and in health, 'til death do you part?"

"I do most o' dose t'ings already, but oui. Je fais, I do."

The two Southerners gazed adoringly at each other, oblivious to Bobby and Sam miming being sick on Rahne's head in the third row.

"And do you, Anna-Marie Howlett," (she had finally revealed her real name and Logan had both adopted her and remembered his name, James Howlett, but both had decided to stick with the names everyone already knew them by), "Take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, to love and to cherish, for better or worse, in sickness and in health, 'til death do you part?"

"Ah do."

"Then, by the power 'vested in me by the Holy Church of our Lord God*, I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride."

And with that, Remy swept Rogue off her feet and kissed her. Kurt and Logan looked away, the former because it was Remy and seine Schwester, the latter because he didn't want anyone to see him cry. Yes, the Wolverine was crying. Rogue and Remy broke apart and walked back down the aisle to the waiting car.

***

"An' as long as y're happy, ma belle femme, I'm happy."

And they were.

*****

For those of you who were wondering:

Belle woke up about an hour later and was severely pissed off at both Rogue and Remy. She slept with Remy's cousin, Theoren, in an attempt to get back at her former flame, only for them to fall in love with each other. They were married and Belle made her peace with our favourite couple.

And they all lived happily ever after.

The End

* Not sure exactly what is said at a church wedding since the only weddings I've been to are my Auntie Elaine's and my cousin Chris'. Chris' was a Humanitarian wedding so there was no mention of God, and Lainie's held when I was about four so I don't even remember it.

So that's NEARLY the end of The Beach Chronicles! Please hit that big rectangle at the bottom of your screen telling you to review!

If you're sending title suggestions, the story is about Remy going all overprotective father on Sylvie and Sophie-Anne.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to find the lint roller because I'm all fluffy.