Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men:Evolution or it's characters. Just my OC, Molly Callum/Creature and any original characters/background characters that may pop up from time to time.
Molly:
Everyone saw Scott and Jean off on their honeymoon. Molly had helped Kitty tuck Erin into bed some hours before, going back to enjoying the party and lots of time with Remy.
"_Beautiful_," Remy bending down close from the side after they went back inside, hugging around her waist and kissing her hair repeatedly, "I am so tempted to carry you upstairs and have some real time alone. That dress is still positively maddening."
Remy let go, but Molly pulled him down close by the lapels of his suit coat.
"When everyone's gone, we'll do that. For now, kiss me again."
"Always," Remy gladly did, "Uh, don't forget about the surprise I promised you later, okay, Cherie?"
"I forgot all about with everything else going on. Thanks for the reminder," Molly smiled, "Let's go back to dancing."
They danced until late, then the guests started leaving and the students headed for bed. Remy subtly pulled Molly upstairs,
picking her up when they reached the top of the stair and carrying her in a cradling position, headed to her room.
"No complaining about carrying you," Remy smiled, "Hmm. I should've done this earlier. I like seeing you in the dress in this position."
Molly rolled her eyes,
"You notice I haven't drooled over you half as much as you've drooled over me tonight."
"Sorry, ange, but you are my girlfriend and as such, my eyes and heart are enamored with you."
They reached Molly's room and Remy carefully put her to sit on the bed, sitting next to her.
"First," Remy said, taking her hands, "To ease your mind, I want you to know what the surprise isn't. It's not a proposal, and I'm not going to ask anything indecent or too much of you, got it?"
"Got it," Molly nodded, smiling hard. What ever could the surprise be?
"Second," Remy took of his suit coat, unbuttoning a couple buttons of his dress shirt, (he'd already left his tie somewhere downstairs), pushing up his sleeves to the elbow, getting comfortable, "I'm sure you know how much I love you and that I don't have to always show it with gifts, but I do anyway. Here." He reached under her bed and pulled out a box wrapped in glittery red wrapping paper with a red bow on it.
"Remy, I love you, but you do so much for me. One day I'll get you something really amazing too, I promise," Molly said.
Molly took the lid off of the box.
"Ohh, Remy! It's beautiful...so thoughtful. You didn't have to. You really didn't have to!" Molly was a bit shocked, but thankful.
It was an absolutely stunning, huge crystal orange tiger figurine, with black stripes and markings painted on. It was open mouthed, like it was roaring, with green crystals for eyes. On the side of the wooden base it was on, was a small gold colored plaque. 'je t'aimerai toujours' was engraved on the side. I will love you forever, in French. Molly didn't want to think about what it cost, but it was so beautiful, she couldn't help but get a little teary.
"je t'aimerai toujours," Remy turned her head by her chin, looking warmly into her eyes, "I promise, Molly. I know things have been hard lately and we've been talking a lot about marriage and things. I also know I've proved my love to you time and again and that you've done the same. So many, many times. Things like sharing our lives and everything we are to each other physically can't be replaced with gifts, but this is just a reminder, a promise, that my love is steady and unchanging and that I will make your dreams come true one day when we're ready."
Molly pursed her lips together, trying not to cry harder at Remys words. She put the figure on her dresser with the box, going back to the bed and standing in front of Remy.
"Remy...I don't know what to say. I-I'm just glad you understand. You are the most amazing, thoughtful, sweet..." Molly kissed him lovingly.
Maybe a little too lovingly, because Remy broke the kiss after a few short moments. "Unnhh, baby, w-wait," Remy looked flushed, "I love you dearly, sweetheart, but I'm not intent on taking you to bed just yet. As much as I'd, uh, love to."
"Uh, sorry," Molly frowned, "Was I too much or is it this dress?"
"Yes," Remy smirked.
A few days went by. One morning, The professor called Molly and Remy into his office.
"If this was about that vase I broke, I'm sorry," Remy said, looking apologetic.
"What vase would that be?" the Professor looked surprised.
"Um, Prof, you wanted to talk to us about something?" Molly took a seat, motioning for Remy to do the same.
"Yes Molly. I wanted to talk to you about the possibility of Bianca and her husband fostering Erin. Possibly adopting her," The Professor said.
"Y-yeah," Molly stammered, "We've been talking a lot about it lately ourselves. We want to see Erin go to a good home, but we don't know them very well yet. Uh, we wouldn't mind if you weighed in on it."
"I've known mister Finley and his family a very long time. I can vouch for miss Bianca and her husband's character quite well. I believe it would be a good fit and have no doubt in my mind that they would make excellent, caring parents, but the end decision doesn't rest with you or I. It depends on if Erin will be happy there or not. If she has problems adjusting to a new home, then there would be no point in her staying there. We'd either have to put her into foster care per judges orders or at least wait for a more suitable family to come along."
"That was honestly something I didn't think of," Molly said, "Erin seems like she would be happy anywhere, she seems to get along with everyone, but you're right. I know she wants new parents, but it does depend on whether she wants _them_ to be her parents, I guess." Molly was a bit confused, but it made sense. Certainly, foster children never got to pick their homes or families, but they were in a unique situation. Erin's real mom wasn't dead, she just simply didn't want her and had proven herself to be an unfit parent. Molly, as much as Erin loved her, was just a small go between in front of Erin and a real family. For now, Molly, for all intents, was the foster parent.
"Why don't we do this," Remy said, "We'll spend a couple days together, all of us. Erin can get to know the Rosebyrn's for herself and we can get to know them too. No pressure on anyone."
Trust Remy to come up with something to break the ice so skillfully.
"I like that idea," Molly said, nodding.
"I'll call and make the arrangements," The Professor said, "Clear your schedules for tomorrow and Friday. Now Remy, about this vase..."
"Is that Ororo calling us?" Remy looked behind him, "Hey, better go. You know 'Ro. Don't hurry fast enough, you get zapped in the butt with lightning bolts." Remy rushed out of the room.
"I'll pay for the vase, Professor," Molly sighed, "Thanks for everything."
The next day, Molly watched from a distance as Erin spent time with Bianca and her husband, looking at the tiger habitat at the Bronx zoo. In person, Carlisle Rosebyrn was a handsome man. A little taller than average, with dark, clear skin and a kind face. His choice of clothing gravitated towards polo shirts and khaki pants with a belt. So no-nonsense, so...dad-like.
"Twenty-two bucks for popcorn and cotton candy is outrageous," Remy walked up, holding a slew of snacks for everyone in a big cardboard box. He handed Molly popcorn, then went and passed the rest of the food along, coming back.
"Looks like things are going well," Remy commented, taking a bite of cotton candy.
"Yes," Molly said, "Erin really seems to like them. A lot. If things go okay, they're going to make a beautiful happy family together. Bianca will get a daughter, and Erin will have a real mom for the first time in her life. Someone that wants her and loves her."
"Hon, you're not going to cry are you? 'Cause, you know, I think your popcorn has enough salt on it," Remy tried to lighten the mood.
"No," Molly breathed out, "I'll cry later. Right now I'm just happy things are falling into place."
"Everything will be alright, baby doll," Remy hugged her close, then leading her away, "Why don't we leave them alone and go check out the bears."
"But-" Molly looked back. Erin was smiling and happy, as were Bianca and Carlisle. The three of them were actually holding hands as they walked.
"Easy, mother hen," Remy joked, "Let the future parents be parents for a little while."
Molly nodded. This would work out, that was clear.
