A/N: Hello. *sigh* Life is good. Anyway, I'm thinking after this fic I'll do a Mariel/Dandin one. Sound good? Yeah? Okay.
This still isn't the last chapter so look for more in the future!
On with the story!
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"Woze, look at my pwetty pikchur!" Gonflet proudly held up a scrap of parchment, on which he had doodled a flower that was obviously supposed to be a rose.
"How lovely!" Rose exclaimed, smiling.
"It's for you!" Gonflet grinned broadly, looking not unlike his father, who was seated on the ground nearby.
Martin looked over Gonff's shoulder, who had until now been gathering daisies. He now held a jumbled mess of the fair white blossoms in his paw.
"May I ask what you're doing?" Martin inquired.
"No, you may not." Gonff said, still staring absorbedly at the tangled flowers, trying to sort them out.
"Very funny," Martin said dryly. "Now, really, what are you doing?"
"If you must know, I'm making a daisy chain." Gonff said. A daisy fell from the untidy heap. "Or trying to."
Martin smiled. "You know, you're just a little Dibbun at heart."
"Aren't we all?" Gonff pointed out.
There was a pause.
"You know what?" Gonff said.
"What?"
"You never answered that question I asked last night. You somehow managed to avoid answering."
Martin sighed.
"You have to answer that question at some point, you know." Gonff said cheerily. "You have to admit your true feelings-"
"Oh, be quiet." Martin said, throwing a daisy at the giggling mousethief.
"What's so funny?"
The friends looked up and saw Rose peering over their shoulders.
"I don't know." Gonff said, trying to look innocent as Martin sighed despairingly. Gonff glanced at Martin, then back at Rose and said, "Maybe you should ask Martin. I think he knows."
"Nothing's funny." Martin said quickly. "Gonff's just being, erm, strange."
Rose raised an eyebrow. "What else is new?"
Gonff grinned widely. "Oh, not much. Except for… oh, wait, that's nothing new, is it." He giggled again as Martin jabbed him in the ribs.
Rose looked slightly confused. "All right, then. Um, Gonff you've got a daisy on your head."
As Rose went to check on Gonflet, Gonff elegantly removed the flower from his head and placed it deliberately on Martin's.
"So, I have a question," he said.
Martin rolled his eyes. "And that would be…"
Gonff smiled slyly. "Is the wedding going to be in spring or summer?"
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Later that day, Martin thought about the conversations he'd had with Gonff that morning and the night before. He's right and I know it, he thought. He sighed as he made his way through the orchard. I still can't believe it. She's really alive. A smile crossed his face as he thought about the moment he realized he hadn't truly lost her. That had to be the best moment I've had in my life.
"Martin?" He quickly snapped out of his reverie.
Rose smiled at him. "Daydreaming, are you?"
Martin smiled back. "How could you tell?"
Rose shrugged and slipped her arm through his. "Well, I called your name about three times and you didn't answer, so I kind of figured…"
"Ah."
Rose sighed. "You know, it's all still so hard to comprehend."
"I know. I can't believe this is all really happening. It's like a dream. A very good dream."
"Yes." Rose bit her lip. "I still can't grasp the fact that you believed all that time that I was dead. I- I don't know what I would do if I thought you were dead for one day, much less the amount of time you thought I was."
Something in her voice made Martin's heart speed up. "Um, yes."
Rose smiled as she said, "I'm so glad things worked out this way. I'm so glad we've found each other."
Martin and Rose continued to walk along and talk in the orchard, watching the sun setting in the west.
This still isn't the last chapter so look for more in the future!
On with the story!
~~~~(@ @)~~~~
"Woze, look at my pwetty pikchur!" Gonflet proudly held up a scrap of parchment, on which he had doodled a flower that was obviously supposed to be a rose.
"How lovely!" Rose exclaimed, smiling.
"It's for you!" Gonflet grinned broadly, looking not unlike his father, who was seated on the ground nearby.
Martin looked over Gonff's shoulder, who had until now been gathering daisies. He now held a jumbled mess of the fair white blossoms in his paw.
"May I ask what you're doing?" Martin inquired.
"No, you may not." Gonff said, still staring absorbedly at the tangled flowers, trying to sort them out.
"Very funny," Martin said dryly. "Now, really, what are you doing?"
"If you must know, I'm making a daisy chain." Gonff said. A daisy fell from the untidy heap. "Or trying to."
Martin smiled. "You know, you're just a little Dibbun at heart."
"Aren't we all?" Gonff pointed out.
There was a pause.
"You know what?" Gonff said.
"What?"
"You never answered that question I asked last night. You somehow managed to avoid answering."
Martin sighed.
"You have to answer that question at some point, you know." Gonff said cheerily. "You have to admit your true feelings-"
"Oh, be quiet." Martin said, throwing a daisy at the giggling mousethief.
"What's so funny?"
The friends looked up and saw Rose peering over their shoulders.
"I don't know." Gonff said, trying to look innocent as Martin sighed despairingly. Gonff glanced at Martin, then back at Rose and said, "Maybe you should ask Martin. I think he knows."
"Nothing's funny." Martin said quickly. "Gonff's just being, erm, strange."
Rose raised an eyebrow. "What else is new?"
Gonff grinned widely. "Oh, not much. Except for… oh, wait, that's nothing new, is it." He giggled again as Martin jabbed him in the ribs.
Rose looked slightly confused. "All right, then. Um, Gonff you've got a daisy on your head."
As Rose went to check on Gonflet, Gonff elegantly removed the flower from his head and placed it deliberately on Martin's.
"So, I have a question," he said.
Martin rolled his eyes. "And that would be…"
Gonff smiled slyly. "Is the wedding going to be in spring or summer?"
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Later that day, Martin thought about the conversations he'd had with Gonff that morning and the night before. He's right and I know it, he thought. He sighed as he made his way through the orchard. I still can't believe it. She's really alive. A smile crossed his face as he thought about the moment he realized he hadn't truly lost her. That had to be the best moment I've had in my life.
"Martin?" He quickly snapped out of his reverie.
Rose smiled at him. "Daydreaming, are you?"
Martin smiled back. "How could you tell?"
Rose shrugged and slipped her arm through his. "Well, I called your name about three times and you didn't answer, so I kind of figured…"
"Ah."
Rose sighed. "You know, it's all still so hard to comprehend."
"I know. I can't believe this is all really happening. It's like a dream. A very good dream."
"Yes." Rose bit her lip. "I still can't grasp the fact that you believed all that time that I was dead. I- I don't know what I would do if I thought you were dead for one day, much less the amount of time you thought I was."
Something in her voice made Martin's heart speed up. "Um, yes."
Rose smiled as she said, "I'm so glad things worked out this way. I'm so glad we've found each other."
Martin and Rose continued to walk along and talk in the orchard, watching the sun setting in the west.
