Things seem to be going well for our little Gafou (Gaston/Le Fou) of course something or someone has to disrupt that.

Chapter 11 - I'm Going To Make Belle My Wife

Gaston's P.O.V.

I don't think I have ever been this happy in my whole entire life, in-fact no that was wrong, I happen to know for a fact that I have never been this happy before in my life.

Ever.

Not even had I felt this free during the war,now I was more free and able to just be myself to an extent of course, I still had to put up a front in the village that me and Le Fou were just friends and nothing much which was rather difficult when he was so perfect and funny and charming and so full of life.

He was like a little kid trapped in an overgrown man's body, he could jump about the tavern any time of the day, smile on his face as he told story after story of his days and making most people laugh as he acted out some of his favourite scenes from the day usually ending with cheers and some people shaking their heads.

He wasn't nicknamed the fool for nothing.

That was another part of this new being careful, me and Le Fou had been secretly together for just over a few weeks now and we had had many a time together, just lying in the same bed, sweat glistening off our exhausted bodies and staring at the other taking each other in but I still hadn't learned Le Fou's real name.

It was rather strange, when I had first met him, I had always imagined that this was his real name but after a few weeks of everyone laughing about how well he fitted the nickname, it had become a natural instinct of mine to find out just what exactly his real name was.

Even when I had questioned him about it after having a few too many drinks in the tavern, I still hadn't gotten any closer to finding out my love's true identity and why he was hiding the true heritage.

But as my time grew nearer and nearer towards hopefully finding out Le Fou's real name, a whole disaster seemed to be sneaking up on me unannounced until one pleasant summer's day after I and Le Fou had just finished breakfast and were thinking of taking a stroll through the market to buy some things for tonight's meal there had come two sharp knocks on the front door of Le Fou's and I house.

Giving Le Fou a strange, quizzical look which he returned in question, I hurried over to the door, unlocking the bolts and locks before pulling the door open and stopping short at what I was seeing on the other side.

"Mamma, Papa?"

Standing on the other end of the door, smiling in at me were my parents. Two people whom I had not seen nor spoke to in such a long time, such I had left for the war at least.

"Are you not going to invite us inside your lovely accommodation Gaston" Mamma had never thought that a house with only chickens outside was lovely and that was proved as she turned her nose up at the mere thought of it.

My parents were what you called very sophisticated and uptight, they believed that everything had to go according to plan, including making out a big lifelong plan for their only son, me, annoyed and seriously pissed off Gaston.

The plan was that I grow up to the age of seventeen, attend school and work for a few years before being enrolled in the army and once I had served my time, I was to return either to my hometown or any village, remain there for a few months and in that time pick out a wife to whom I would be wed when my parents came to visit.

Unfortunately I had forgotten about that last part, I had been too focused on getting to know Le Fou better and annoy Belle with my striking good looks and charm to think anymore of the impending marriage that I was to be roped in.

"Gaston. You do know that I as one do not like to be kept waiting young man."

I jumped slightly and backed up a few spaces to allow my parents to enter the small home I was sharing with Le Fou, the other man thankfully in the kitchen at this current time so would not have to be bare part to this horrifying appeal.

"I am very sorry mama. Papa you look well" I smiled as sweetly at my Papa as I could, hoping that he would at least crack a smile back but the biggest thing with my Papa was very clear, he had never and would continue to never smile no matter how flattering one was to him.

"Now Gaston. We have been waiting. It has been nearly four months since we allowed you to come to this small village and yet we still have not received any news on you're impending marriage. Have you forgotten of you're arrangement, young man?"

I could only stare back at mama, did she really think that I could have forgotten something as primeval as this piece of news, having had it fed into my brain since I had been old enough to talk so now there was definetly no way I was going to forget something like that, I had just forgotten the part where I was supposed to inform my parents once I had picked the woman I would marry.

"Of course not mama, I am afraid to tell you that I have been spending a bit much time with my bride to be getting to know her better, I am sorry I did not write sooner to you and Papa, maybe you should just head on back home and I'll write you once I have more information on my bride and when we shall me married."

I was trying to get rid of my parents and I was very sure that they were very aware of this factor but I couldn't bring myself to care, I had to get rid of them before Le Fou came back.

"Just one question then we shall leave you be. Just what is the name of this new bride of yours to be?"

I stopped still again, my mind running a mile a minute whilst my heart was stuck in my throat and I turned my lips down into a small frown as I thought, who on earth could be my soon to be bride.

Then it hit me. Of course. That was it.

"I'm going to make Belle my wife."