A/N –sing song voice - Tu-a-ru-a-lu-rah! Love Greenly! Anyway, on we fly!

Chapter Fourteen: Meeting the In-Laws

Yvette was sitting on the bench. She was trembling with anxiety to the point she could throw up. She kept staring at the gate waiting for them to get there. They were already a half hour late.

Noah was sitting beside Yvette. It had been five months since Murphy proposed and the wedding was in two weeks. He watched as she trembled. Giving her knee a pat, he said, "Don't worry. I'm sure dey are only delayed."

"Zat's not why I'm worried…"

"What es et then?"

Yvette gave him a very guilty-enough-for-hell look, "Well…I convinced zem to come for a visit…I never told zem why. I did tell zem to bring really nice cloze in case…Zey 'ave no idea."

"Yer parents don't know ye're getting married?"

She was spinning the engagement ring on her finger. Murphy had gotten it not long after he asked. It was a traditional Claddagh ring. The tip of the heart pointed to her fingertip signaling her engagement. At the wedding she would take it off for him to put it back on, tip to wrist, and for her place a ring on his own finger. She shook her head, "Nope. I didn't tell zem."

"Why not, Yvette?"

She put her head in her hands, "I wos scared. I don't care eef zey approve of 'im, but I just couldn't say eet."

"Flight 743 from Paris, France has landed."

"Fuck."

Noah raised a brow. Yvette cursed, but it was still amusing to hear such an awful word come from such a sweet creature. He patted her back, "Don't worry. Dey will like him."

"Papa olready does…but I sink zey may be opset because I left France wit 'im."

"Dey can git over et."

She chuckled.

"Yvette?"

The blonde's head snapped up. Her parents were standing ten feet away from where she and Noah sat. She smiled, "Maman, Papa." Standing she gave them each a hug.

Alain looked at the wizened old man on the bench, "Qui est-ce?"

Yvette smiled, "Maman, Papa, this is Noah MacManus, Murphy's father."

Marguerite shook his hand and asked if he spoke French.

The man shook his head.

Yvette quickly let them know she would translate.

Noah held out a hand for each of them to shake, "Pleasure ta meet you. Yvette always says wonderful things." She translated.

Marguerite smiled, "My an e is Marguerite, my husband Alain. It is our pleasure. She told me many good things about your son. Alain as well. He says Murphy is a very funny young man."

As the four of them walked out of the airport and to the small cab waiting, Yvette got a headache from the translating. Now she understood what it felt like when Murphy or Connor had to translate for her before she undertook the learning of English.

When the cab stopped they were four miles from the cottage and in a little town. They stepped into a little inn and she set up a room for her parents. She explained that the MacManus family didn't live in the town, but a couple miles away and that the cottage was just too small for the Devereux's to stay with them. Alain wasn't happy, especially since their translator wouldn't be there.

Yvette turned to Noah, "You go a'ead." She took in a breath, "I'm going to tell zem."

Noah gave her a kiss on the forehead, "Good luck." He walked away.

Yvette took her parents to the room the innkeeper indicated. The couple set their bags down and sat on the bed. Their daughter sat across from them. She smiled at them sweetly, "Maman, Papa…I need to tell you something…"

Alain jumped to conclusions, "Jesus le Christ! Tu es enceinte!"
Yvette hook her head furiously, "No, no, no! Papa I'm not pregnant."

He sighed, "Oh good."

Marguerite smiled at her, "What is it, then? What do you have to tell us."
She took a breath, "I told you to come and visit and meet them not because I just wanted to you…but…well…" She was fiddling with the ring on her hand again.

"Yvette, what is that?"

She smiled and held up her hand, "An engagement ring."

Marguerite screamed…happily. She jumped up and hugged her daughter, "Oh my darling Yvette is getting married! Oh is that why you wanted us to come? For an engagement party?"

"No…I wanted you to come to be part of the bridal party. The wedding is in two weeks."

Alain stared his daughter down, "How long have you two been engaged?"

"Five months."

"Five months!" Marguerite's jaw was on the floor, "Why didn't you tell us?"

"I was scared you would be disappointed in me. You know, meeting this guy and falling for him, then leaving my home for him and suddenly being engaged all in two years. I thought you would think I was moving too fast or something."

Alain stood and brought his daughter to her feet. "Yvette. He told me he loved you when I met him. I was actually surprised when he didn't ask for your hand or something then and there." He kissed her cheek, "I'll be there to walk you down the aisle."

She looked at her mother, "Are you mad, Maman?"

"I'm very angry that you didn't tell us sooner, however, if you are my daughter, you are walking down that aisle and marrying him no matter what I say. I know I did." Marguerite smiled, "I'll be there." She was reminded of her own wedding. Hell, Marguerite's father wouldn't even show up. Alain's father walked her down the aisle instead.

Yvette hugged her mother and father, "Good. Now tonight we're all having dinner at Gallagher's down the street. Be there at six. I'm going to run home and make sure everyone is all set. Don't worry about dressing up; it's a very laid back place." She kissed their cheeks, "I'll see you in a few hours."

The two nodded and kissed their daughter before she left.

A Few Minutes Before Six PM

Yvette, Murphy, Connor, and Noah stepped into Gallagher's. The boys had taken the liberty to at least trim their hair and beards of the scraggly ends. Now they looked like well-trimmed scruffy men, instead of just plain scruffy men.

A young woman the same age as Yvette smiled as they walked in, "Yvette!"

The blonde smiled at the deep brunette. The woman was full-figured and had a sweet, rosy face with dancing green eyes. Yvette gave the girl a hug, "Laoise." The girl had become Yvette's friend soon after her moving to Ireland. She even helped the Frenchwoman with her English. Yvette smiled, "'ave you seen two folks come in? Zey are probably looking for me."

Laoise pointed to a six-seater table where Marguerite and Alain were sitting quietly with drinks in front of them. She chuckled, "Dey came en an' all dey could say was 'Yvette' an' 'MacManus', which they pronounced 'Mec-mon-oos.' I sat dem down an' gave dem each a free drink. Dey'll need et ef dey're meetin' Murph an' Connor tonight."

"Ah shut it, Laoise!" Connor gave her a playful shove.

Yvette thanked her friend and lead the three men to the table. Alain and Marguerite stood as the four approached. I quick French, Yvette introduced Murphy, her fiancé, Connor, his brother, and they had already met Noah.

Connor and Murphy impressed her mother with their French.

Murphy gave the woman a nod, "I see where Yvette gets her eyes. They're beautiful."

Alain gave Murphy a shove, "Don't hit on my wife!" He was chuckling.

Marguerite blushed and turned to Yvette with a whisper, "He is a charmer."

"Oui, Maman."

Noah said something. Connor looked at her parents and translated, "So what do you think of these two? Personally, Yvette's an alright girl. She seems right for Murphy."

Alain chuckled, "I met Murphy when he visited her in France. Now, no offense, but I never wanted my girl to marry outside of the French. I'm very proud about the purity of my blood…but I've never met anyone more right for her than your Murphy."

After a translation the three parents smiled.

The six sat there for the next two hours talking and getting to know one another. There was, of course, story time. With Murphy, Connor, and Yvette translating the whole time, the stories flew across the table.

"When Yvette was seven years old she was invited to a pool party."

"No Papa! Please don't tell them that one!"

"And there they all are, swimming about happily. They get called in for lunch and Yvette, being stubborn as she is, doesn't wait however long. Instead, she dives right back into the pool. Well, we aren't sure exactly how it happened, but when she came up the poor girl spewed her lunch right into the pool. Ruined the party."

Yvette covered her reddening face, "Papa!"

Connor laughed, "I've got a good one about Murphy."

"Don't you dare, brother."

"Oh, I dare! When we were young we visited our uncle for a summer. This fucker thought he was going to get on our uncle's horse and try to ride it around. Oh no, he couldn't even get on the horse's back. The thing kept bucking him off. In the end, Murphy here ends up with a broken foot after he gets stepped on. Got heart though, after his foot gets bandaged up he goes back out toe the barn and tries again!"

Marguerite patted Murphy's hand, "You've got spirit, but I think the horse won."

Murphy and Yvette looked at each other with the never-should-have-introduced-them face. The rest of the night was spent trading stories and seeing who could embarrass Yvette or Murphy the most.

At the end of the night, Marguerite gave the boys each a kiss on the cheek.

Alain pulled Murphy to the side, "I'm a small man and not in good health, but believe you me, you make her cry and they aren't tears of joy, I will kill you."

Murphy looked down at the little man. Something in him told him that the Frenchman wasn't lying. He nodded, "Aye sir. I'll treat her right."

"Good. Also, you knock her up and it's a boy, try and convince her to toss 'Alain' into the babe's name."

Murphy laughed and nodded, "Aye sir." When the French couple made their way back to the inn, Alain's words hit Murphy like a sack of bricks. The thought of kids had never crossed his mind. Shrugging it off for the present, he decided he'd just talk to Yvette about it later. She herself had never made a mention of children either.

The four returned to the little cottage. In bed, Murphy toyed with a lock of her hair, "Yer Da said someting."
She smiled, "What did 'e say?"

He gave her a kiss, "If you ever have a boy, to throw his name in there somewhere."

She sat up, "So…My Papa is sinking aboot grandkeeds? Jesus…I don't even sink aboot it!"

Murphy chuckled, "Whatever happens, happens."

She smiled and nodded, "Oui."

They fell asleep as they did every single night. Both were lying on their left sides. Yvette held his hand in her own while also using his left arm as a pillow. It never failed. They could truly fall asleep in any position, but they would always awake just like that.

That night Yvette dreamed a dream she wish she hadn't. She and Murphy were standing in the rain. He was leaving. He was leaving her there alone.

When Yvette woke up she turned to look at the sleeping form of Murphy. No…he would never do that…Never.

A/N Or would he? Premonition? Or just a bad dream one can chalk up to pre-wedding jitters? Either way, this chapter goes out to Netflix! Yay for Metflix! They have all but some of the more recent Reedus movies. Soon enough I'll be on the SPF kick. Wish me luck!