Work of Art
Chapter Twenty-Eight: Operation Secret Wedding Start
By DamageCtrl
All Standard Disclaimers Apply: I do not own the X-Men or anything associated with it.
"Ah haven't been here in a while..." Rogue said as she stood on the side walk. They had arrived rather early and Remy suggested they sight see a little before being picked up by his cousin. After grabbing a quick breakfast, they were now waiting for Emil to pick them up.
"When was de last time y' were here?" Remy asked. "Lemme guess? Mardi Gras?"
"Nope," Rogue said as she shook her head. "Ah went to my friend's graduation at Tulane. So how does yer cousin look like? Does he know where to find us?"
Remy nodded and looked down the street. "Any minute now...I told him we were here. I don't know if he's still driving that broken down car of his. Says he doesn't want to give it up, de stubborn fool. But he has red hair dats all over de place."
Rogue chuckled. "Ah'll keep an eye out, sugah." she assured him. No sooner had she said that, a car honked. The two of them turned around and Remy waved his arm in the air.
"Emil!" he shouted. In the driver's seat of an sedan was a red headed man.
"That's yer cousin?"
"Dat's Emil." Remy nodded. The car pulled along side of them and the red headed man laughed as he came got out.
"Remy LeBeau! It's been too long!" his cousin laughed as he and Remy gave each other a tight, brotherly embrace. They slapped each other a few times on the back and Remy stepped aside.
"Emil, dis is my tres belle future mother of my children," Remy said with a grin, earning him a roll of Rogue's eyes. "Anna Marie Darkholme. But everyone calls her Rogue. Roguey, dis guy is a no good, lazy-"
"Cousin of HIS," Emil said. "Emil Lapin. Pleasure to meet y'."
"Nice to meet yah, sugah." Rogue said as she extended her hand and shook Emil's. His hand wrapped around hers and pulled her into a warm bear hug.
"Y're family, now, Rogue!" Emil said as he gave her a tight hug. "We don't greet each other with a handshake here." Rogue blushed and hugged him back happily. Emil looked over her shoulder at Remy and smirked as he hugged Rogue a little longer than he was supposed to. Remy shot him a frown.
He finally let her go and then helped Remy load their luggage into the car. Rogue took up all of the back seat and Remy sat in the front of his cousin. "Remy told meh all about yah all."
"And y' still came?" Emil asked as he pulled out into the street. "Y're a brave girl. Tante Mattie has been making us help her clean every nook and cranny of de house. She's cooked practically all de food we had AND sent us out to buy more. I hope y' like to eat, Rogue. Else Tante will be heart broken."
"After that long flight, Ah can eat yah out of house and home, sugh. Don't worry about meh." she assured him with a smile.
"I'm looking forward to Tante Mattie's gumbo..." Remy gushed. "Haven't had a decent bowl since I left."
"Mercy cooked some, too," Emil said. "Just be warned...don't eat it or y'll die."
"When she hears what y' said..." Remy trailed off.
Emil merely shrugged. He looked up at his rear view mirror at Rogue's reflection. "Y' like crawfish, cher?" Rogue nodded. "Good, because Henri just bought a bunch-"
"How come everyone makes a feast and everything when Rogue comes, but whenever I came home, all I got was a bowl of last night's gumbo?" Remy frowned.
Emil smirked. "Tante's treating it like practice for y'r wedding reception."
Remy's head flew up and Rogue's smile left her face. "Wedding?" they chorused.
"Yeah, y' know...walking down de aisle...'til death do y' part. Dat sort of thing," Emil blabbered on. "Everyone knows y'r getting married."
"Dat's not possible," Remy frowned. "I haven't told anyone we were going to get married."
"Rogue's de first girl y've brought home with y'," Emil explained their reasoning. "So Tante Mattie said dat she must be de one. Mercy has already started looking for household linens to give y' on y'r wedding day."
Rogue's mouth dropped. Remy's hand rose and rubbed his head. "How do y' all even know we're actually going to get married!"
"Because Tante Mattie said so," Emil said, completely convinced. He glanced over at Remy who was glaring at him. "Don't look at me dat way! I'm just de messenger! Y' take it up with Tante Mattie and 'de little birdie dat told her'."
Rogue narrowed her eyes suspiciously. She wouldn't...would she? No...that's too much, even for Jean...
"I have to go, chille! Remy and Rogue are going to arrive any minute!" The woman glanced at the clock on the wall and frowned. "I'll get back to y' on those favors. Bye!"
She hung up the phone and flew down the hall. She rushed out into the back yard, where Mercy was standing, looking around the place settings she'd put down on the long table. Further down, Henri was already snacking on craw fish. Theo was trying to keep the dozens of guests entertained while they waited for the guests of honor.
"How does it look?" Mercy asked the woman as she turned around. "Think she'll like it?"
"I don't know...I hope so," Tante Mattie replied. She wanted to impress Rogue. "Remy was saying that she's used to de finer things in life."
"Is it true her maman is a German noble?" Mercy asked curiously. Tante Mattie shrugged.
"I don't know if that's true, but he did say dat her brother went to a boarding school in Germany," the older woman replied. "And not only dat, but her mother has a CASTLE in Germany. A CASTLE, Mercy! Can y' believe dat?"
"Don't worry so much about impressing her," a deep voice said behind them. The two turned around and saw Jean-Luc walking out confidently. "From what Jean told us, Rogue is also a very down to earth girl. AND she's a good ol' Southern belle, being adopted and all."
A voice shouted from the front of the house. "They're here! They're here!" Etienne was screaming excitedly.
Tante Mattie practically plowed past them as she rushed back into the house. Etienne was holding the door open to the front as the black woman ran out. She was followed closely behind by Mercy and Jean-Luc. Henri trailed behind, still wiping his face to get rid any crawfish leftovers.
Emil pulled up to the front of the large house and waved. Everyone waved back, but not directly towards him. The red head got out and immediately went to start bringing their things out. "Etienne! Help me with dese things!"
Remy emerged from the passenger's seat and Tante Mattie swept down and gave him a giant hug. "My boy! My boy came home, finally!" She gushed as she squeezed him tightly. Remy hugged her back, by tried to pry off her as gathered his face in her hands and studied his face.
"Tante Mattie, it's good to see y', too." Remy laughed.
"Welcome back, Remy!" Mercy said as she reached out to hug her younger brother-in-law. "Look at y'! All grown up and settling down!"
"Never thought MY petite frere would ever settle down!" Henri laughed as he caught Remy in a big bear hug as soon as Mercy stepped back.
"Who said I was settling down?" Remy grumbled as he gasped for breath. Henri stepped back and Remy rubbed his sides. He looked up and saw his adoptive father looking down at him with a sly smile on his aging face. "Pere..."
"Welcome home, mon fils," Jean-Luc embraced his youngest proudly, but paused as he looked over his son's shoulder at the young woman who had emerged from the back seat of the car, a tentative smile on her face. "Y've lost y'r manners since y' left," Jean-Luc said in a mock disapproving tone as he gently pushed his son away. Remy gave him a questioning look, but found that Jean-Luc, as well as the rest of his family was looking past him at Rogue. "Y' forgot all about y'r guest."
"Hello." Rogue gave a brave, but nervous smile at the family as she took a step forward.
"Don't just stand there, boy!" Henri said as he slapped Remy upside the head. "Aren't y' going to introduce us to de femme of y'r dreams?"
Remy felt his ears getting red as he shot his brother a scowl for embarrassing him. He straightened up and reached for Rogue's hand. She latched on to him quickly. "Don't be nervous..." he whispered as he lead her forward. "Everyone," he said, looking at his eager family. "Dis is Anna Marie Darkholme. But we call her Rogue-"
Before he could finish, the clan descended upon Rogue, practically shoving the man away. Jean-Luc got to Rogue first and swept down in an over the top bow, earning him a lop sided grin from Rogue. So that's where the swamp rat learned it...
"Bon jour, Mademoiselle Rogue. Welcome to our humble home and our family," he said as he reached for her hand and kissed the back of it gentlemanly. "It's a pleasure to finally met de woman Remy's spoken so fondly of."
Behind him, Remy was letting off a low growl as his face heated up. Jean-Luc gave Rogue a quick wink. "Ah'm flattered, sir-"
"Did y' hear dat?" Mercy said as she beamed a smile. "That's a Mississippi accent, all right!"
"Oh...Remy did a good job!" Tante Mattie gushed.
Rogue blushed as Jean-Luc let out a laugh. His youngest son looked like he was pouting. "Sir? Y' can call me pere or papa, just like de rest of dem."
"I'm Henri," the next man said. He reached for her hand and repeated his father's gentlemanly motions before he pulled back and gave Rogue a warm hug. "Remy's older brother. Thank y' for taking care of de spoiled brat."
"I'm not spoiled!" Remy shouted. Everyone ignored him.
"I'm Mercy LeBeau," the pretty blonde woman introduced herself as she hugged Rogue. "Henri's wife. And don't y' mind de LeBeau men. Flirts! All of them! Even in dere old age!" She said, motioning her head to her husband. Instead of being insulted, all of the men grinned.
As son as Mercy stepped back, Rogue was faced with a big black woman with a warm smile. The woman seemed to be appraising her. Finally, she gave a big, toothy smile and spread her arms wide. "Welcome to de family, chille!"
"Oh!" Rogue gave a small gasp as she was engulfed in a big hug and squeezed tightly.
"What are y' all waiting for?" a voice said at the door way. "Everyone's waiting to see Remy's bride!" Theo shouted.
"Bride?" Rogue piped as her face burned red.
"Y're de one, ain'tcha?" Mercy said. "First girl who Remy ever brought home - he must be settling down, right?"
"Well..." Rogue trailed off as her large green eyes darted to Remy. He was already being dragged away by his brother and cousins.
"Don't y' worry none," Tante Mattie assured her as was dragged off into the house. "We already like y'!"
Ah'm starting to wonder if that's a good thing! Rogue gave a weak smile as she lead into the house and brought outside. Remy was on the porch, rubbing his head, frustrated. Rogue gave him a curious look. "Remy?"
"Sorry, chere, I didn't know-" The rest of his words died off as a loud blast of music came from the band. Rogue's head shot up and she suddenly realized that they weren't the only ones in the back yard. There were dozens of people there, crowding around in large bunches. There was a band to one side and people were already dancing. The heavy smell of hot, fresh food was in the air.
Rogue paled. "Oh mah Gawd...tell meh this wasn't all for meh..." she stammered as her hand shot out and grabbed on to Remy's arm to steady herself.
"Everyone! Everyone! Let me have y'r attention for a second!" Jean-Luc shouted. He stood in front of Remy and Rogue and waved his arms in the air. The music died down in an instant and everyone's eyes turned to the group by the house.
Rogue felt her face burning up and she took a step closer to Remy. "WHY are they looking at us? And what's with the bride stuff, swamp rat! Yah told meh yah didn't tell them!"
Remy leaned towards her. "I didn't!" he whispered back.
"Thank y' everyone for coming to de party! We're here today to greet and welcome my son, Remy's, new bride - Anna Marie Darkholme. Rogue," the man said as turned to the shocked looking brunette. "Welcome to de family!" He lifted up his drink in a toast, and everyone followed in suite. Everyone gave a shout and Remy groaned.
"I thought all y' did was plan a welcome party for Rogue!" Remy said as Rogue was swept up by a dozen women in congratulations. He shot an annoyed glare at his guilty looking family.
"Don't get mad a us!" Mercy said. "Tante Mattie was de one who said it might as well be an engagement party, too."
Remy nearly choked. "An...an engagement party?"
"Y' two are getting married, aren't y'?" Jean-Luc asked. "Dat Jean friend of Rogue's..." His voice faded out as Remy and Rogue, who was half heartedly receiving hugs, heard the name.
Jean... Rogue seethed. Now it all makes sense.
"Oh, mon Dieu! I wanted to make de announcement myself!" Remy growled. He turned to Rogue, about to tell her she was right about Jean's secret-keeping abilities. Instead, his mouth dropped.
"Remy!" Panic was written all over her face as she was being lead away by the women. They sat her down on the table and began to pile her plates with all kinds of food, with Tante Mattie leading the way.
"Tante Mattie-"
"She hasn't tried my cooking yet!" the woman bellowed at Remy. She turned and piled some more food on to Rogue's plate. "Here, chille...try my gumbo." she cooed. Before Remy could rush over and try to lift some of the attention off of her, he was pulled back by a large hand.
"So have y' decided where y'r going to get married?" Jean-Luc continued on, as if nothing happened. "Here or in California?"
"We haven't even set a date yet!" Remy sighed.
"Good, then have y' considered a wedding here?" Jean-Luc asked. He snorted. "Why am I asking y'? It's de femme who'll decide in de end." With that, Remy watched as his father walked over to the table where Rogue was eating gumbo and bombarded with questions.
Remy groaned. "Mebbe we should get married in San Francisco...it'll be more calm."
"NO!" Raven shouted.
"Why not?" Jean demanded. "Kurt loves those little weenies on a stick! Rogue loves snacking on them!"
"We will stick with smoked salmon on a baguette with a spicy cream spread!" Raven insisted. "Rogue loves those!"
They stood in the of dining room Raven's house, samples of food from five different caterers they had miraculously agreed on just the day before surrounding them. Sitting in the living room were Kurt, Betsy, and Kitty, all looking bored. This argument over the hor devours had been going on for twenty minutes. It had taken them thee hours to decide on the wine list alone.
"You're both wrong," Jean Paul said as he sat on a stool on at the breakfast bar. He was licking the buffalo wings sauce from his fingers. "Have you two ever considered hummus dip?"
The two women stopped and stared at him. They turned back to each other. "Little weenies!"
"Salmon!"
"Okay! Okay! Enough...why don't we just try the soup and salads?" Betsy asked. "What kind of soups and salads should the reception offer?"
"Hmm..." Raven stood up straight and crossed her arms. "I think we can agree on something here."
"Right," Jean said. "Boston clam chowder."
"Lobster bisque." Raven said at the same time. They froze and looked at each other.
Betsy ran her hand down her face and Kurt smothered his face into a pillow. Kitty sighed and leaned back against couch, allowing her head to fall over the back. "I wish Rogue was here..."
The door to his bedroom slammed and Rogue gasped as Remy locked the door. He leaned against it heavy and let out a tired sigh. He looked up apologetically at Rogue, who he had dragged up there with him. "Are y' okay, chere?"
"That's quite a family yah've got," Rogue sighed as she fell on to his bed. She fell back and spread her arms behind her head. "Ah can't keep track of everyone!" She put her hand over her stomach. "And Ah think Ah ate too much..."
Remy laughed and fell on the bed next to her. "I'm sorry, Rogue. I didn't know that they knew..."
"It's not yer fault," Rogue said. She frowned. "It's Jean's. She's going to get it when Ah get home!"
"I cornered Mercy and she said dat Wanda called first about planning a wedding." Remy said. In an instant, Rogue sat up and stared at him disbelievingly.
"Are yah serious? A wedding? MAH wedding?" Rogue asked. Remy nodded. "Let meh get this straight. Jean AND Wanda-"
"Probably de others, too."
"Fine," Rogue growled. "Jean, Wanda, and everyone back in San Francisco CALLED yer family and have been conspiring to plan MAH wedding without consulting meh?"
"Sounds about right." He watched as Rogue's face turned from shock, to annoyance, to frustration, and finally to anger.
"AHHHH!"
Kurt was hanging upside on the couch once more as behind him, Raven and Jean debated on what cheesecake to have. "Strawberry!" Jean insisted.
"RASPBERRY!" Raven countered.
"Shoot me," Kurt mumbled. Kitty was asleep on the couch and Betsy and Jean Paul had moved on to 'taste testing' the wine once more. He rolled over. "I bet Rogue is screaming right now..."
Suddenly, a phone rang and everyone in the room, except the napping Kitty, turned to Jean's bag. The red head walked over and pulled out her phone. Her eyes widened. "It's Rogue!"
"Uh-oh..." Betsy said, slightly buzzed. "You're dead now, luvs..."
Jean rolled her eyes. She daringly flipped open the phone. "Hello?"
"JEAN GREY! Yah are so dead when Ah get home! Deader than dead! Ah mean DEAD! Do yah hear meh? DEAD! Ah can't believe yah'd go and tell the entire world - not just everyone back home, BUT THE ENTIRE WORLD, that Remy and Ah are getting married! We tell them ourselves-" At this point, Jean snapped her phone closed.
"Looks like she knows." Kurt said, grinning with an 'I told you so' look on his face.
"I told you calling his family was a bad idea," Betsy said with a smirk. "I told you she wouldn't be happy when she found out."
"She'll thank us in the long run," Raven asserted. Jean's phone rang again. "Don't answer it. We still have plenty of work to do."
Jean nodded and put her phone on silent before turning back to the task at hand. "Okay, why don't we just order all three cheese cakes, including the chocolate one, since everyone else voted for that."
"I didn't vote for that." Kurt told them.
"Kurt, dear, there is no room for pumpkin cheese cake unless it's a fall wedding and I hardly think that Rogue is going to wait that long." Raven said.
"This is her WEDDING," Jean stressed as she looked at her friends who were either half drunk, asleep, or bored on the couch. "She'll want everything to be perfect in some picture perfect wedding! That means planning, planning, and more planning."
"Trust me," Raven agreed. "A big, fairy tale wedding is exactly what Rogue wants."
"Let's elope!" Remy nearly fell off the bed as Rogue snapped her phone closed. She had been screaming into it and pacing in front of his bed. She paused and opened the phone again, dialing another number.
"I'm sorry, chere," Remy said as he gave her a confused look. "For a second there, I thought y' said that we should elope." he said with a small laugh.
Rogue just stared at him. "Ah did."
His eyes widened and he sat up on the bed. "Rogue, are y' serious? Elope? I thought y' wanted a big wedding."
"Not when Ah have no say in it," Rogue fumed. She held the phone up to her ear and was only answered by rings. "Ugh! They're not answering!"
"Mebbe dey're busy?"
"No, they're avoiding meh!" Rogue grumbled. "Ah can't believe this! They've already started planning mah wedding and we haven't even been back in the states for a whole day!" Frustrated, she fell on the bed next to him and Remy reached up and wrapped his arms around her.
"Y' really want to elope?"
"Ah don't know! Maybe we should just get married HERE!" Rogue shouted, frustrated. She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back against Remy's chest. "Ah could plan it without momma or Jean."
Remy cringed. "About dat-"
The door flew open. "Did I hear right? HERE?" Mercy shouted. She stuck her head out the door. "TANTE MATTIE! Rogue wants to get married HERE!"
"Wait a second!" Remy shouted as he sat up straight on the bed. Rogue was nestled against him and she tilted her head up.
"Ah thought yah locked the door!"
"I thought I did a lot of things, chere, but apparently we can't keep dem away," Remy replied. He gently moved Rogue aside and stood up just as Tante Mattie reached his door way. "Tante-"
"I am SO glad dat y' decided to get married HERE," she gushed. "Now how soon do y' want to get married?"
Rogue stared at them. "Wait a second-"
"I know the PERFECT person to make y'r dress!" Mercy added. "She made mine when I married Henri."
"Dress?"
"We have so much planning to do! I almost don't know where to begin!" Tante Mattie gushed. "We better tell Jean-Luc to call his lawyer so y' can get dose legal papers done."
"Papers?"
"I'll bring de color samples Jean sent over. I think y'll like the hunter green." Mercy beamed as she rushed out the door. Rogue sat on the bed, dumbfounded.
"Color samples...?" she whimpered. Oh, it was all out of her control now and she began to think getting married in New Orleans was a bad idea. Her head turned and looked over at Remy who was frowning.
"Tante Mattie, dat's enough!" Remy was attempting to chastise the woman for barging in and taking over. Rogue stood up, practically unnoticed as the two argued.
"No, it's not!" Tante Mattie insisted. "We still have to call a priest or judge-Rogue!"
She looked over Remy's shoulder and the man whirled around. His eyes went wide as Rogue sat on the edge of an open window. They were on the second floor. "Rogue!"
"Ah...Ah need a moment alone!" Rogue gasped. She gave Remy an apologetic look. "Ah'll be back, sugah." she promised quietly before jumping. Remy rushed across his room and looked out the window. Rogue was already running down the drive way.
Remy ran a hand down his face and whirled around. "Tante Mattie, no one is planning a wedding! Do y' hear me? No wedding!" He stormed past her and left his room, leaving the concerned woman alone. A second after he left, Mercy ran into the room excitedly, holding a book of color samples.
"Here's the samples..." her voice trailed off as she realized no one was in the room but Tante Mattie. "Hey...where'd everyone go?"
Remy disappeared from the so called 'engagement party' silently. He figured that his father and brother and cousins would find out thanks to Tante Mattie and Mercy anyway. He took a deep breath and shoved his hands into his pocket. He snuck out of the house and headed away from it. He didn't stop until he couldn't hear the sound of music from the band any longer.
He walked along the muddy banks of unnamed waterways he and his cousins had tumbled in when they were children. He smiled slightly as he looked around. There was tree somewhere with an old swing Henri had built for them. It was slightly over the water. If they swung far enough, they could launch themselves out into the water.
He turned a corner and saw the wooden swing. And the white and brown haired woman sitting on it, swinging slowly. Her feet was touching the water. Her shoes were on the dry ground. Remy stood there for a moment, watching Rogue swing back and forth, her pale toes topped with green nail polish making ripples in the water that seemed to mesmerize her. Her body was illuminated by the sun setting in the far horizon.
"Ah had a tire swing back in Caldecott," Rogue said, just loud enough for him to hear. "We used to jump from it... Ah'd come home scraped up when Ah'd fight the boys for a chance. When momma adopted meh, Ah used to jump into the pool...but Ah missed the ratty old tire swing. So momma..." Rogue smiled sadly. "Momma had a deck built over her pool from the second floor and put a tire swing there for me. Kurt used to push from the edge so Ah could jump into the pool. She'd do practically anything to make meh happy...even plan mah wedding."
"Y' talked to her?" Remy asked. He took a step forward and stood at the edge of the water. Rogue nodded. "What'd she say?"
Rogue had a bitter smile on her face. "She said 'Which do you like better? Little weenies or smoked salmon?'"
Remy was taking off his shoes and socks. "What did y' say?"
"Nothing. Ah hung up." Rogue grinned. Remy chuckled and waded out into the water. He had pulled his pants up to his knees. She felt strong arms wrap around her waist and his head rest against hers.
"What do y' want?" Remy asked.
Rogue sighed. "Ah want mah family and friends there. Ah wanted a huge table to hold a big cake and tons of smaller cakes and pies. Ah wanted to wear a white dress with lace and have flowers in mah hair. Ah wanted food from Germany and Mississippi and some Cajun food..."
"Thanks for remembering." he grinned as he planted a soft kiss on her neck.
"Ah always imagined mah wedding to be this big out door affair," Rogue said with a dreamy sigh in her voice. "A ceremony under an arch way with rows of white chairs accented by white and silver and dark green. And of course, Jean, Betsy, and Kitty would be there as bride's maids...although now..." Rogue trailed off. Remy chuckled as she giggled.
"What else?" Remy encouraged.
"They'd be wearing dark green dresses and holding white flowers. And all the ushers, groomsmen, and best man would wear green bow ties and stuff to match...momma would get off mah case about anything that went wrong that day and just relax," Rogue added with a grin. "That would be a miracle in itself. Ah'd walk down the aisle to a string quartet. No 'Here Comes the Bride' stuff... Then afterwards, we'd have this big party with lots of music and food and dancing."
"Dat's what y' want?"
Rogue shook her head. "All of that is well and good, sugah...but all Ah really need there is yah," Rogue said as her hands slide from the swing handles and placed themselves over his hands. "If yah're there...Ah don't think Ah don't care about much else."
Remy nodded and closed his eyes and he buried his face in her shoulder. "Y' want to get married tomorrow?"
Rogue stiffened on the old wooden swing. "Yah mean it?" she asked in a breathy whisper. "No hassling? No momma or Jean or Tante Mattie planning everything and taking over?"
"Just y' and me, a judge and a witness or two," Remy assured her as he moved and stood in front of her. "Simple and no hassles."
Rogue looked up at him, her eyes bright and energetic. "We can elope?" Remy nodded and Rogue let out a joyful little squeal as she reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"But, chere," Remy said as he put his hands firmly on her waist and looked down at her sternly. "Are y' sure dis is what y' want? To elope?" He searched her eyes and found a faint flicker of regret.
"If there was a wedding fairy, Ah'd ask her to just poof up mah dream wedding tomorrow so Ah can marry yah," Rogue said. A small, sad smile graced her face. "But Ah don't want to have to go through hours of planning with everyone, where Ah might not even get mah way, to put on a wedding when all Ah really want to do is marry yah, Remy. Once we're married, Ah can secretly plan a reception and then we'll tell everyone."
"But don't y' want y'r family dere? And de girls? Everyone back in California?" Remy asked quietly was he mused about what Rogue really wanted. Rogue took a deep breath and nodded.
"Yeah...but we can at least get married legally, right?" Rogue asked. "Maybe later...when everyone's guard is down... but for now, all that matters to meh is yah." She smiled and pulled his head down for a soft kiss.
Remy wrapped his arms around her and moved closer as he deepened it. The two quietly made out as the sun set behind him. They were so engrossed in their little moment, that they didn't hear the sound of the bushes moving or footsteps running away or see the red headed shadow that dashed out behind a tree.
Emil ran home and was out of breath as he burst into Jean-Luc's office, where the family had congregated. He lifted up a recorder. "I got it! They really are eloping tomorrow!"
"Eloping?" Raven Darkholme's voice shrieked from the speaker phone. "My daughter is NOT eloping!"
"Remy got her to talk all about what she wanted, just like y' said, Oncle," Emil reported. "I have it all right here!" He placed the recorder on the table and Jean-Luc nodded.
"Mrs. Darkholme," the old man said as Theo plugged in the recorder into a laptop and began to upload the sound file. "How soon can y' fly down?"
A.N. - Almost done! Maybe two more chapters...just to make this an even 30. And then we'll have closure Promise:)