This IS NOT the last chapter. We still have one more "official" chapter to go. So don't give up on me yet, guys.
Chapter Twelve: And The Prince Found her
From inside her room, Rogue could see Remy's carriage drivin' down the road toward her house. She had been tryin' since Mystique locked her in her room to break down the door. She was a strong gal but she won' that strong. And even wit' all that anger bubblin' up inside of her jus' wasn' 'nough to help her break down the door. But that didn' stop her.
Downstairs, Mystique opened the door and Remy and Scott entered the room. She and her daughters all curtsied. Kitty was eyeballin' Remy wit' a flirty little smile but Jean was starin' at Scott again.
Those two are pretty disgustin'.
Remy looked 'round the room, tryin' to see if the girl he met at the ball was hidin' in the room somewhere. He only had a few more houses left and he still hadn' found the girl wit' white streaks in her hair. But he didn' see her. So he jus' sighed. He still had to check the girls in the room 'cause that was the rule Charlie and Mattie set up. So he bowed 'fore the ladies and asked who would like to go first.
"Oh! Me, me, me, me, me!" Kitty screamed.
Remy sighed and approached her.
As he did this, Jean looked 'round and realized that she hadn' seen Rogue in awhile. She looked at Mystique.
"Where's Roguearella?" Jean asked. Kitty was jus' sittin' down and Remy was pullin' out the glove he had.
"Don't worry about it. She's taken care of."
"What do you mean?"
"Do you want to marry the prince or not?"
Jean looked surprised. She didn' know her mama wanted her to marry Remy. And Jean didn' wanna marry Remy. She wanted to marry Scott. And she was real worried 'bout Rogue. She looked back over at Kitty as the prince pulled out the white glove and helped her pull it on. It was jus' a little too long to fit her arm.
Remy pulled the glove off and shook his head. Then he looked at Jean.
"How 'bout you, chere?" he asked, smilin' politely.
'Cause she knew her mama would have a fit if she didn', Jean walked up to the prince and held out her arm. He pulled the glove on. It fit her jus' right. Remy sucked in a breath 'cause he wasn' expectin' that.
"Do you have the other glove?"
"I—"
"She does," Mystique interrupted. She showed Remy the box that had Rogue's glove inside of it.
Back upstairs, in her room, Rogue could kinda sorta hear what was happenin' downstairs and she was livid 'bout it.
Livid means very, very, very, very angry.
She wanted her gloves. She wanted to be happy. And she wanted Remy. And all that was between her and all those things she wanted was one wooden door.
Rogue rolled up her sleeves and decided that she was gettin' out that room. But she was runnin' out of time 'cause Remy was already takin' the glove from Mystique and puttin' it on a nervous lookin' Jean. Jean won' the only one who was nervous though.
Scott was nervous 'cause he wanted Jean.
Jean was nervous 'cause she wanted Scott.
Mystique was nervous 'cause she wanted to be filthy rich and needed this to work out.
Kitty was nervous 'cause…well, Kitty won' actually all that nervous.
And somewhere in the Quarter, Belladonna was nervous that Remy wouldn' be marryin' her.
Remy rolled the glove up Jean's arm and that one fit too. He looked up into her eyes and asked her if she had his special possession. That made Mystique unhappy 'cause she forgot all 'bout the special thing Remy was lookin' for. And she didn' have whatever he was lookin' for.
'Fore anyone in the room could say anythin', there was a loud crash from upstairs. They heard wood splinterin' followed by some not so nice words bein' yelled real loudly. Remy lifted an eyebrow and looked at Mystique suspiciously.
"What was that noise?" he asked.
"Um…."
"Is there another girl in this house somewhere?"
"Well…."
Then Rogue appeared at the top of the stairs. Her dress was kinda torn and she looked real tired and worn out and her shoulder was probably bruised from breakin' down the door. She was breahin' heavily but when she saw Remy standin' at the bottom of the stairs lookin' up at her with his mouth open in shock, she grinned at him.
"Jean," she said, tryin' to slow her breathin' down a little. "Gimme my gloves back."
Wit'out hesitatin', Jean happily pulled off the gloves and handed them to Remy. Rogue came down to Remy, who started smilin' when he saw it was her. She held out her hands and waited.
Kids, wit' all the tenderness in the world, Remy rolled one, then the other glove onto her arms. And jus' like they were s'posed to, they fit jus' right. Liftin' her hand up to his face, he kissed the back of her hand softly, never breakin' eye contact wit' her. It made Rogue blush 'cause the look he was givin' her was…well…
Ladies, one day, some boy is gonna give you that look. And when he does, you gonna blush too. But don' let him keep lookin' at you like that. Instead, you punch him the stomach, tell him it was from your buddy Remy LeBeau, and run in the opposite direction. Don' ever forget that, kay?
"I s'pose that you got my card, don' you?"
Rogue reached into a pocket of her dress and pulled out the ol' Queen of Hearts card. "You s'pose correct."
"Am I allowed to kiss you this time?"
Rogue hesitated. But she looked up into his eyes and decided that if ever there was a time for her to control her powers, now was the time. So she leaned forward and kissed Remy LeBeau square on the mouth.
And he didn' pass out.
So Rogue kept on kissin' him. And he kissed her too and—it is not mushy! Stop laughin'—it was like everythin' in their world started to make sense. There weren' no Belladonna and there weren' no Mystique and there weren' no one who could ruin their moment. 'Cause they found each other and they weren' gonna let each other go.
Someday kids, you gonna meet someone who'll make your troubles melt 'way. Somethin' might come up and it might make you wanna give up on that person.
Don't.
No matter how hard things get you keep them. It don' matter if she leaves you to die in Antarctica and you may or may not have become a horseman for a mutant bent on destroyin' everythin', you don' let them go.
Don' ask too many questions, a happy endin' is waitin' for you, don' ever stop tryin', no one has it perfect, don' run away from your responsibilities, learn French, don' hit a man in that one spot, don' always trust a pretty face, don' let the ones who hurt you have the satisfaction of seein' you upset, don' let your anger consume you, everythin' is better wit' Cheyenne pepper, violence is not the answer but sometimes it's the only solution, kill rats and birds 'cept for blue fuzzy ones named Kurt, Kitty is the evil step sister, and when you find someone you love more than anythin' else, don' let them go.
Eventually, Remy and Rogue stopped kissin'. He grinned up at her all goofily and took hold of her hands real tight.
"I love you," he told her, kissin' her on the nose. "I don' know your name but I love you very much."
"Rogue. My name is Rogue. And I love you, too."
"You wanna get married then, Cherie?"
"Bite me."
"Sweetheart, as soon as the weddin' is over, I'll be happy to do that. Wherever you want me to for long as you want." He winked at her. "Promise."
Rogue punched Remy when he said that. But after he could breathe again, he and Rogue left her ol' home—takin' Jean and Scott wit' them—and they had a nice little weddin' at the Quarter.
And after they got married, Remy took Rogue up to his room and….
How old did y'all say you were? Five? Six. Heh. I see. Um…
Okay. After they got married, Remy took Rogue up to his room and they played Monopoly. That's right. Monopoly. They played Monopoly all day long. And when the day was over, they played it all night long too.
Remy was very good at Monopoly. He could also play for very long periods of time. He knew all sorts of techniques to winnin' Monopoly. He was great at it. Rogue, she had never played before but she was very enthusiastic. That made up for her inexperience. She even managed to surprise Remy a few times herself.
They went up to Remy's room and played Monopoly for two straight days without stoppin'. There were quite a few times where Remy was so good at Monopoly, he made Rogue scream his name.
Loudly.
Together, Rogue and Remy both found their own...happy endin's.
NEXT CHAPTER: we finally found out where Remy got the kids from and get a much anticipated happily ever after.
