Work of Art
Chapter Twenty-Nine: The
Wedding Fairies Work
By DamageCtrl
All Standard Disclaimers Apply: I do not own the X-Men or anything associated with it.
The sun was filtering into the guest room where Rogue laid sprawled out beneath a thin blanket, her arm over her head and the other flat at her side. She groaned and rolled over and froze. "Rem..." One tired green eye opened. Her hazy vision cleared and she sighed.
Remy had apparently left at that night, after muttering something about Tante Mattie and a long winded lecture. At any rate, her husband to be had vanished, leaving nothing but wrinkled sheets in his wake. Rogue sighed and reached for her watch she had left on the night stand. It was eight fifteen in the morning. Sighing, she fell back in bed.
There was a small knock at her door. "Rogue?" It was Remy. She could recognize his voice anywhere, including through a wooden door. "Can I come in?"
She stretched as she laid in bed and reached for her discarded shirt. As soon as it was on, she answered. "Sure, sugh...c'mon in."
Remy paused for a few seconds before actually opening the door. He peeked inside and smiled as Rogue pulled herself into a sitting position and offered him a tired smile. "Bon jour."
"Bon jour," Rogue replied with a grin. She extended her arms and Remy walked in, closing the door behind him. He sat down at the edge of her bed and gave her a slow, sweet good morning kiss. As he pulled away, Rogue's eyes fluttered open. "So...are we going to do it?"
Remy raised an eyebrow. "Y're very forward today, aren't y', chere?"
Rogue frowned. "Not THAT, swamp rat!" she snorted. "Is that all yah can think of this early in the morning?"
"Dats all I can think about when I'm with y'. Period."
Rogue let out a laugh and shook her head. She looked up at him, large green eyes glittering in the morning sun. "Elope, sugah...are we going to elope today?"
She watched as Remy let out a deep, heavy sigh and pulled back slightly. She immediately frowned as a concerned look graced his usually amused face. "Roguey..."
"Yah don't want to elope, do yah?" Rogue frowned, obviously disappointed. Although she wasn't sure if she was disappointed that he didn't want to elope or disappointed that he didn't want to marry her right away. She looked down at her lap, where she began twisting the fabric of the sheets in her hands. "Ah kind of figured yah didn't want to...Ah mean...what was Ah thinking? It's too sudden! And Ah know how important yer family is to yah...Ah'm sorry, Remy-"
"Now wait a second," Remy said. He lifted his hand and placed a silencing finger on her lips. "I never said no." Rogue's eyebrows shot up and she gave him a questioning look.
"But yah don't seem too thrilled about the idea." Remy let out another breath before he gathered her hand in his.
"I just want to make sure it's what y' really want," Remy told her truthfully. "I know y' don't want to hassle with everyone about a wedding or spend hours putting it together...but do y' really want to do dis without y'r family? Y'r friends?"
"Ah meant what Ah said last night," Rogue told him. "All Ah need is yah, Remy."
He nodded understandingly. "I just want to give y' de wedding of y'r dreams, chere," he said, giving her a weak smile. "With everyone dere and music and food. A big, fluffy white dress dat won't do y' justice..." Rogue smiled back brightly as she blushed. "If I could, I'd snap my fingers and y'd walk downstairs and...everything y' wanted would be dere, y' know?"
Rogue nodded. "Remy, that's sweet of yah. If that happened it would be a miracle...MAH dream wedding... But we both know it ain't gonna happen...No one's going to listen to meh and do what Ah want...momma would just take over and Jean would, too...and now there's Tante Mattie and maybe Mercy to deal withl" She searched his eyes and found the slight disappointment there. She squeezed his hands. "If it'll make yah feel better, I'll model on some wedding dresses." She offered.
Remy let out a slight chuckle and gave her a leery look. "And what y'll be wearing underneath, too, oui?" Rogue tossed her head back and laughed.
"Sure, sugah, anything for yah." she nodded. Remy smiled and leaned forward to place a quick kiss on her lips.
"C'mon den. We got a big day ahead of us..." Remy said. "Emil lending us his car. I told him if it breaks down on us, he's paying for a limo," Rogue chuckled and nodded once more as Remy stood up and headed for the door. He glanced and shot her a devastating smile as Rogue just lounged on her bed. She felt her entire body heat up with one look from Remy. "Well, c'mon, Rogue. De wedding fairies aren't gonna work by themselves."
Remy opened the door to Emil's car for Rogue and she slipped in. They were going to get their marriage license that day and hadn't told anyone. It wasn't as glamourous as she pictured, but at least they'd be married. She wondered if they could go off to Vegas and pull off a shot gun wedding, if only to silence everyone's attempt at 'helping her plan' her wedding.
She sighed as she buckled in her seat belt. Part of her had hoped that when she did go downstairs that morning for breakfast, there would be a wedding set up for her. No hassles, it would just be there and ready to use. All she had to do was put on a white dress and walk down the aisle. She would've been annoyed, but at least it would be done and she wouldn't have to face Raven-zilla and Jean Kong over all the small,detailed aspects of a wedding.
As she had changed that morning, she wondered if perhaps Remy would give her the 'dream wedding' she had talked about the night before. Rogue could see in his eyes that he wanted to give it her. To make their once in a lifetime moment special. And in truth, she did want her family and friends there. She'd always been close to her brother and the girls. And she would've loved for her Aunt to be there. Perhaps Remy knew that and that was why he was so hesitant about eloping.
Rogue sighed. Ah could use those wedding fairies right about now... She rubbed her forehead.
"Don't forget to be home by six tonight! We're having guests and dey want to meet Rogue!" Tante Mattie shouted as she waved from the front porch.
"Don't worry, I'll have her back in one piece," Remy winked as he hopped into Emil's car and closed the door. Rogue waved from the passenger's seat. "Emil if y'r car dies, y're paying for a limo!"
"It'll be FINE, Remy! And fill up my car on de way back!" Emil shouted from behind Tante Mattie. Mercy slapped him upside the head. "Ow! I'm just saying...if he uses it, he could at least fill it up..."
The car drove away and Tante Mattie waited until it was out of sight. She walked back into the house. "They're GONE!"
The door to Jean-Luc's office burst open and Raven walked out. "Jean, Betsy, Kitty, go with Mercy now! Get those dresses!" she ordered.
"C'mon ladies! Remy's going to take her to the wedding boutique to pick out dresses first. We'll find out what she wants y' all to wear there!" Mercy said as she stood by the door waving a set of keys in the air.
"Pere," Henri said as he walked in front the kitchen. "Pierre's arrived with a folding white chairs and Theo's going to get here any minute with de archway."
"What about the decorations?" Raven asked.
"Mercy's going to the florist with de girls afterwards to pick up deir flowers," Tante Mattie assured her. "Wanda is already outside waiting for the florist to arrive with de floral decorations and center pieces. Etienne went to pick up de tuxedos."
"Excellent! Kurt! Let's head into the kitchen and start cooking for Rogue's wedding!" Raven said.
"What about us?" Piotr asked. He stood by the door way of Jean-Luc's office with Bobby and Wanda's Husband.
"Can I help decorate?" Bobby asked. Is was either that or cooking and he didn't want to spend hours cutting vegetables. Especially since they'd just get mad at him for his un-uniformed sized veggies. Jean and Betsy always did when he was contracted to help cook.
"You can help out in the kitchen!" Tante Mattie said. "We need an extra set of hands to help with the cutting. You CAN cut and peel, can't y', boy?"
Bobby groaned. "If I say no, can I go outside?" he asked.
"We ain't got time for y'r foolishness! Now get in the kitchen and cut up the vegetables on the counter!" Tante Mattie ordered. Sulking, the brunette walked into the kitchen and looked up. He groaned as if he had been stabbed. There were vegetables EVERYWHERE.
"I knew I should've taken a later flight..."
Piotr and Wanda's husband were standing in front of Raven getting instructions. "Go outside and start setting up the chairs and the settings for the food!" Raven instructed. She looked at her watch. "What time is Ororo flying in? Who's picking her up?"
"I'll send someone," Jean-Luc said. "Let's just hope she brings dat cake. Remy really wanted dat chocolate cake from Paris."
Raven sighed. "Great..." she sighed as she swept past him, still in her business clothes from the night before. She had paid for everyone to come with her for Rogue's Dream Wedding on one of the last flights from the night before. They had come and arrived very early that morning. Jean-Luc and Tante Mattie had been present to pick them up before dropping them off at a hotel for some rest.
There were a few more people arriving from San Francisco, including one of Remy's friends and Rogue's old martial arts instructor. Raven had waited at the airport to pick up another guest; Rogue's aunt.
The older man looked over at the blind woman sitting in the parlor curiously. Irene hadn't said much in the last few hours that she had been there. Instead, she just sat there silently. As if she knew that he were watching her, Irene addressed the patriarch of the LeBeau family.
"Don't worry so much," she said calmly. "Rogue will be pleased."
"Are y' sure?" Jean-Luc asked nervously. "She didn't seem too happy when she heard about everyone planning her wedding for her."
"That's because they planned it for her. Now, they're executing what she wants. If she says anything, send her to me." the woman said calmly.
Jean-Luc nodded. Henri's voice shouted from the outside. "Pere! Where do y' want de arch?"
The older man let out a heavy, tired sigh as he reached back and rubbed his own shoulder. "De things I do for family..."
Remy had parked in front of a small wedding boutique. "It's de only one I know," he admitted. "Mercy used it and I had to pick up a bunch of things here just before de wedding."
Rogue nodded, a vibrant flush on her face as he got out of the car and quickly rounded it to open the door for her. They walked into the store and Rogue's eyes lit up. She floated in and immediately began scouring the racks for potential dresses while Remy informed the sales woman who he was.
Rogue was too immersed in finding a dress that she didn't hear him telling the sales woman to prepare all the dark green bride's maids dresses. She also didn't hear the sales woman reply that there was a back room prepared with all the dresses, as instructed from Mercy's phone call the night before.
"Remy! Ah'm going to try them on!" Rogue gushed. She had an armload of white clothes and Remy's mouth dropped slightly. She was practically buried in white.
"Knock y'r self out, chere. I'll wait here." He was given a comfortable chair next to the fitting rooms and sat down reading random sports magazines. He assumed that they were there for the sake of grooms who weren't as enthusiastic as the brides about dress shopping.
Rogue's door opened and he looked up. They were the only customers in the store and Rogue apparently hadn't noticed the 'closed' sign when she came in. Remy looked up and his eyes glazed over as Rogue walked out in a strapless white dress. "What do yah think?"
Remy assessed the dress, but in the end just smiled and shook his head. "Chere, I think dat I won't be of any help in picking out de dress. Helping y' take it off, yes...picking it out, no." Rogue rolled her eyes and did a little spin for him to check out the back of the dress. It was slow cut and revealed her pale untouched skin. He bit his lower lip.
"Okay...well, there are tons more to try on! Be right back!" Rogue rushed back into the room and closed the door.
"Do y' need help in dere?"
"No!" He sighed. It was going to be a long day.
It was about eleven when Rogue finally picked out her dress. The sales woman told Remy that for a bride to find a dress in that short time was pretty impressive. After Remy's inability to verbally comment, she began to judge the dress on his reaction to her in it. Depending on how his face lit up and how he squirmed in his chair, she rated the dress. Of course, all the ones she'd tried on, she accessed whether she liked it or not.
In the end, she choose a strapless white gown with long sleeves that ended with a ring around each middle finger. It hugged her upper body and flared out at the waist in a sea of white cloth. She liked the way it flowed around her. Rogue had been insistent on no gloves, as well, so any dress that would look better with gloves were disqualified.
The sales woman helped her pick out the veil and even pinned Rogue's hair up, revealing her long, smooth neck. Remy gazed at her wondrously as she paraded around in front of a series of mirrors. The dress had a detachable train.
"Ah feel like a princess..." she trailed off.
Remy grinned. "Den I'm de luckiest prince in de world."
Rogue turned around in front of the mirror once more and sighed regretfully. "Too bad Ah can't wear this..."
"Why not?" Remy asked, straightening up in his seat. He had already started imagining how he was going to get her out of the dress. "Y' don't like it?"
Rogue whirled around and shook her head. "No! Ah love it!" she exclaimed. She glanced back at her reflection. "It's just...Ah don't know...isn't it a bit much to wear to the court house just to sign the license?" Before Remy could answer, she shook her head. "Forget it...Ah saw a simple white dress in the corner. Ah like that one plus it'll be more fitting. Hmm...Ah'm going to need white sandals..." She walked off to the side and Remy waved the sales woman over.
"Lily, wrap dat dress up and send it to my father's. Veil, train, and even de shoes she's trying on with dem, got it?" Remy whispered. The blonde woman nodded.
Rogue went and changed back into her crisp, dark colored jeans and her orange sweater. As she walked out, the simple, white strapless sun dress styled dress in her arms. She was looking over some sandals when Remy stood up. "Hey, Remy...do they accept American Express here?" Rogue asked as she lifted up a sandal to inspect it.
"Don't worry about de dress," Remy assured her. "De family dat owns de boutique is a friend of my family's."
"Oh, no, Ah couldn't-" Rogue began, but was silenced with a kiss. Rogue momentarily forgot what she was talking about and as Remy pulled away, she stared up at him, dazed.
"What about bride's maids dresses?" Remy asked casually.
"But we won't have any-"
"Y' already tried on de wedding dresses, chere...might as well see what Jean and de others WOULD have worn, non?" Remy gave her a sweet, coaxing smile and Rogue caved. She sighed and allowed herself to be lead into the back room.
Upon seeing all the dark green dresses in numerous shades hanging there, her mouth dropped. "We have a customer that's coming in today to pick brides maids dresses," Lily the sales woman explained. "I'm sorry about the clutter..." She looked at her watch. "She's actually a bit late..." she giggled good naturedly. "Let me bring up some other colors for you-"
"No!" Rogue said quickly. She gave a weak smile as Lily looked surprised. "Ah mean...Ah'll start out with green... thanks!"
Remy grinned as he leaned against the door way and watched as Rogue went through the racks. He could see her struggling to decide, but kept returning to one particular dress. Years of studying people as a thief had taught him to know what people valued and wanted. Rogue wanted the sleek hunter green, strapless satin dresses. The gowns ran to the floor he could just see Rogue imagining each of her friends in one.
Finally she sighed. "Well..." she said as she ran her hand down the length of one of the bride's maids dresses she liked. "This would've been pretty..." Remy glanced over at Lily and gave her a curt nod.
"De girls would've looked great in dem," he assured her as she reached him. "Now...let's go get some lunch. I'm hungry from all dis waiting." Rogue laughed and punched him gently on the shoulder.
Bobby grinned and lifted up a carrot man. It was a bunch of cut up carrot pieces stuck together with toothpicks to create a human shape. "Check it out, Kurt..." Bobby said as he lifted his creation and made it dance around the table. "Carrotman...Carrotman...Does whatever a carrot can. Made of carrots, the same size. About the size of French fries. Look out! Here comes Carrotman!" He grinned maniacally as he sang.
A wooden spoon flew through the air and hit his shoulder, making him drop Carrotman into the pile on a tray and breaking away half of his body. "Bobby, we have work to do!"
"Ow! What was that for?" Bobby shrieked as Kurt hit his shoulder. He stuck out his tongue in retribution as he reached out to take apart Carrotman.
"Stop fooling around!" Kurt shouted over the sounds of the kitchen fan, Cajun music, and steam from pots on the stove. Bobby grumbled and went back to peeling vegetables after removing the toothpicks from his creature. Kurt turned around and felt something hit him in the back of the head. He looked down and saw half an un-peeled carrot on the ground. "Bobby!"
"Hey, it flew out of my hands, I swear!" The brunette grinned as he gave Kurt a shrug. He continued peeling carrots and then felt something hit his shoulder. "Oooohhh..." He looked at his foot to where a piece of a potato had landed. "So you want to play like THAT, do you, buddy?"
"Bring it on!" Kurt snorted as he lifted up a wooden spoon. Bobby grabbed a hand full of diced carrots and lifted it up.
"Boy, don't y' DARE waste food like dat!" The voice of Tante Mattie boomed behind him and Bobby stiffened in his seat. "Put it down..." Without looking back, Bobby's hand slowly lowered and put the carrots back into the tray they were on.
From the counter where he was preparing the contents for his stew, Kurt snickered. "Kurt!" Raven snapped from across the kitchen. "Stop fooling around! Both of you! Get back to work!" she barked. The two shot each other looks that said that they would continue it another time. Glancing outside the window, Raven assessed how far they had come.
The chairs were set up in neat rows outside with long white carpet lined walk way cutting down the center. In front of them was an archway that Piotr had tastefully woven flowers of white and green into. He had also over saw the tables with Wanda and put the decorations on the aisle.
He was now in the process of helping some of the LeBeau men put together a dance area by the band and DJ that Emil hired. Everyone was skeptical at first, but they played and were 'acceptable', according to Raven. The mother was the bride was still wearing high heels as she whirled around the kitchen cooking up German food and some of Rogue's other favorites.
Instead of serving everyone different dishes, it was easier to do it buffet style. And so a massive row of tables was set aside. Tante Mattie had called in a favor from their church and now fifteen circular tables were settled by the buffet table, all with floral center pieces and eight chairs each.
There was one longer table in the center where the bride and groom would sit. So far, it was undecorated, but everyone was running around doing something else. Back at in the kitchen, half a dozen people were preparing numerous meals and a little more than half the food had been prepared. Bobby finished peeling the carrots and was about to move on to making Carrotman number two, when he was scolded for the billionth time that day.
"Boy, stop messing around and get cutting!" Dan, an old friend of Remy's, said as he stirred a big pot of steaming food. A big bowl of okra was dropped in front of him. Bobby grumbled as he moved on to cutting the okra.
"It's three o'clock!" Jean-Luc bellowed like a warning bell. "Three hours to go!"
"We know, Oncle! We know!" Etienne said as he helped Wanda and her husband wrap large sheets of cloth and ribbons around surrounding trees.
"We're back!" Mercy shouted as she walked into the house. "Is de hair dresser here yet?"
"She'll be here in an hour!" Tante Mattie shouted. "Y' girls better go get ready!"
"Emil! Go get de bouquets and stuff from my car!" Mercy yelled as she ushered the three other women up the stairs. Each of them held a shoe box and a box from the wedding boutique under each arm.
"Have Jean Paul and Logan arrived yet?" Jean yelled down the stairs.
"No!" Kurt and Bobby both chorused from the kitchen. "They're arriving in thirty minutes!"
"Who is picking them up?" Jean shouted.
"Was Emil picking them up?"
"No! Remy took my car!"
"Mercy?"
"I have to help de girls ready!"
"Den who is picking dem up?" Tante Mattie shouted, frustrated.
"I'll pick dem up," Theo sighed as he walked down the hall and headed towards the door. "How do dey look like?"
"Just look for a short, black haired, scowling Canadian and a white haired man with him!" Wanda shouted. "Should I go with?"
"No, Wanda, we need you to finish those decorations!" Raven told her.
"How far are we along? Come on, people, we have three hours!" Betsy yelled from upstairs.
"I'm cutting as fast as I can here!" Bobby yelled back. He already had three bandages on his fingers from 'cutting vegetables'.
"We're cutting it too close!" Raven growled. "Is the bride's table set up yet?" She looked out the window and saw that it wasn't. "PIOTR!" she screamed like a banshee. "THE BRIDE'S TABLE!"
Tante Mattie winced. "Is she always like dis?" she said as she passed Kurt.
"Only when Rogue's involved."
"Yah know what Ah could really go for?" Rogue sighed as they walked out of the court house, wedding license in hand. Remy held her free one.
The tall man next to her grinned. "Remy?" She shook her head and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.
"No, but that, too," Rogue giggled. Remy chuckled as he opened the door for her. "That chocolate cake from Paris... mmm...just thinking about it makes mah mouth water."
"Stop it, Rogue, y're making me jealous," Remy laughed. He closed the door and walked around the car. He slipped in and gave her another kiss. "So...now we're officially husband and wife, Mrs. LeBeau."
Rogue smiled and kissed him back. "That's Mrs. Darkholme-LeBeau to yah, mister," she grinned. Yep, she was still her mother's daughter. "So...how should we celebrate?"
A lopsided grin appeared on Remy's face and Rogue laughed. "By getting y' out of dat dress..." Rogue blushed and looked down at the knee high white dress. It was simple, but very pretty. She was glad she choose it for the occasion. She suddenly remembered Tante Mattie's words from that morning regarding a different occasion that evening.
"What time is it?" Rogue asked.
Remy shrugged and lifted his shirt sleeve to look at his watch. "Around five thirty."
"We better get back," Rogue sighed. "Tante Mattie's going to be mighty angry if we're late." Remy smiled and nodded. He put the key into the ignition and turned it.
Nothing happened. "What de...?" He turned it and the car sputtered to life...and then quickly died. "Oh no..."
"What?" Rogue frowned. "What's wrong?"
Remy narrowed his eyes and tried to start the car once more. It died. "De car's dead..." He tried it once more. "Ugh! Damn it, Emil! I keep telling y' to get a new car!" Remy let out a low growl. "It'll be fine, my ass...!"
"No way," Rogue frowned. "We only have thirty minutes to get there! That'll take forever for the tow truck to come!" She groaned and ran a hand down her face. "This is some ending to mah wedding day."
Remy shook his head. "De day ain't over yet, chere," he dug into his pocket and pulled out his phone. Rogue tried to start the engine herself, but nothing happened. "Emil! Y'r stupid car died on us!" Remy growled into the phone. "I don't care what y' send! Get a tow truck or something! What do y' mean 'Y're paying for it, Remy'! It's Y'R car dat died!"
"Tell him to tell Tante Mattie we'll be late!" Rogue said.
"How long will it take?" Remy grumbled. "Okay, fine...Tell Tante Mattie we'll be late den." Remy told Emil the address and then turned to his new wife.
"Well? Is a tow truck coming?" she asked.
Remy shook his head. He laughed slightly as he looked at her with amused eyes. "Remember how I said dat if it died on us, I'd make him send a limo?"
Emil was looking out the window, tugging nervously at the black tuxedo's dark green bow tie. Half of him was excited to see if this little half assed, crazy plan of Remy's would work or if Rogue would go ballistic and kill them all in a fit of homicidal rage. Everyone was in the back yard, the majority of guests seated on the lawn out back, on rows of folding white chairs.
The brides maids and grooms men were wandering around, making sure everything was set up the way Rogue had wanted, or at least as close as they could get it. He was sent to act as the look out. That was the reason he was perched by the window, looking out at the drive way. The cars of the guests were parked on the street, not on the drive way itself, to make room for the limo.
In truth, Emil hadn't planned on his car dying on the newly weds and then bringing them back with a limo. Fate just happened to work that way. Thank God that his friend owned a limo service and was doing this as a favor. He heard the sound if an engine and his eyes widened as a long, white stretch limousine pulled up. He shot up from his seat and ran to the back of the house.
"They're here! They're here!" he shouted. Everyone began to mutter amongst themselves as they got into position. The bride's maids stood to one side of the path way, the groom's men to the other, so that when Rogue and Remy appeared at the door way to the back yard, they'd see the aisle heading straight for the archway where Remy's family's priest was waiting.
In the front yard, Remy thanked the driver as Rogue rushed up the steps. "Maybe Ah should change first?" she said as she opened the door. It was unlocked and she assumed it was because they had guests inside. However, she couldn't hear anything - not the sound of guests, music, or yelling from Tante Mattie. Strange considering how it was the day before.
"Let's go greet dem first," Remy said, red on black eyes twinkling as he followed her up the steps. As they passed the dining room, Rogue peeked in. "I think dey might be in de back yard again."
"Oh okay..." Rogue nodded. She walked down the hall and passed the kitchen. She paused.
Remy tilted his head to the side. "Something wrong, chere?" Rogue sniffed the air and seemed to stare at the kitchen for a moment. She shook her head slowly.
"No...no, Ah just thought Ah smelled hasenpfeffer..." Rogue mumbled. "Ah mean...mah momma's hasenpfeffer," she said as she looked over her shoulder at Remy. "It's a rabbit dish that she makes."
"Mebbe Tante Mattie just cooked something dat smells de same?" Remy offered.
Rogue shrugged. "Maybe..." She sighed and headed out to the back door. Remy stood behind her as she opened the door and stepped out.
The first thing Rogue saw was the white rows of chairs, the aisle, and the archway framed with vivid green ivy. The second thing she saw were deep green colored dresses on four women to her left. The first having a larger bouquet then the rest, a sign that she was obviously the maid of honor. And she had long red hair held up in a fashionable, sleek twist. Betsy didn't look like she approved of the idea, but was still there. Kitty was blushing and smiling widely. Mercy had rounded off her last bride's maid...or matron.
Familiar faces dotted the area as wide green eyes swept over the grounds. The band, the DJ, the tables of food, the tables of cake, the decorated trees, the smell of beckoning food wafting through the air. She saw her aunt sitting at the front of the bride's side of the rows of chairs. She saw Kurt, with his nervous smile, standing in the row across from the bride's maids. They were all wearing sharp black suits with dark green bow ties that matched their female counter parts.
Henri got to be the best man, being Remy's brother and all. Kurt, Emil, and then Bobby, who was grinning and in his breast pocket, just peeking slightly from the white flower placed here, was a...carrot? Logan was sitting on her side, with Wanda and Wanda's husband. Piotr gave her a wave. Remy's family was seated on the groom's side, along with Jean Paul and Ororo.
It was almost exactly what she had dreamed about. The colors, the setting...even the dresses where what she picked out that morning! Her friends were there. Her family...She turned her head and saw Raving standing at the side, her dark hair held up in a neat bun and he was dressed in a tasteful green and white suit. She gave Rogue a small smile.
Rogue's heart was racing as the fragile silence went through the yard. She was almost afraid to ask, knowing what the answer already was. She lifted her hand to her throat, as if to rub it and encourage her to speak. "What..." she began in a breathless voice. "What is this?"
"Dis," a voice behind her said slowly. Rogue whirled around to see Remy standing there. "Dis is y'r dream wedding."
Rogue stared at him. "How...?" her eyes narrowed. "WHY?"
Remy shrugged. "Why not?" He lifted his eyes and locked on to hers as he stepped forward and reached out. His hands took hers slowly. She stared at him, thousand emotions dancing through her eyes. Anger, frustration, but at the same time something else. He took a deep breath and squeezed her hands gently in his. "Anna Marie Darkholme...Rogue... will y' marry me?" he asked. Rogue was about to tell him he already asked her that, but he continued on. "Here? Right now?"
A.N. - One more chapter! And then it's FINALLY over!