Chapter 3
Remy's deep voice broke the silence calmly. "Who'd do that ta ya Rogue? Why would dey do that to ya?" He asked softly his eyes drawing up to hers. She stood captivated. He believed her. Her own parent's didn't believe her, but this man she had known for a month and a half believed her. His eyes held sadness and truth behind them.
"B'cause I wouldn't come willingly." She whispered tears running down her cheeks and chin gently. My parent's wanted me to marry him. I didn't want to so the night of our wedding, after we were married he tried to get me to sleep with him. I told him no and locked myself in the bathroom."She shivered gently as she walked closer to him. "Remy. I waited. For six hour I waited until he stopped beating on the door. I thought he had gone to sleep. So I unlocked the door. And he was waiting for me. He bound my hands together and threw me to the mattress. I yelled but he slapped me and told me to shut up. I was terrified. " She shivered in the night air. Only in her sleeveless work shirt and a pair of pajama pants, Remy had slipped on her, she was quite chilly.
Remy noticed her hands running gently along her arms as she spoke. He frowned and walked over to her wrapping his arms around her gently. "Lets finish dis story at 'ome Chere." he said softly in her ear. She nodded gently as he shifted to catch one of his arms behind her legs. Smiling at his generosity she cuddled against him. Man. Did her feet hurt from all the walking she had endured.
Remy swiftly made his way across town in half the time that it had taken Rogue to get to the graveyard. Frowning softly he pushed open his door and set the frail creature in his arms down upon the couch. "Let Remy make ya a cup of hot coca while yo continue yo storeh. "Remy said softly as he walked over to the small stove and turned it on filling a pot with water from the kitchen sink.
Rogue pulled the blanket on the couch, that Remy had used earlier in the night, over her self as she settled into the sofa frowning softly. "Well ..okay..." She murmured softly, "Well the next morning he came at me again. Weak from the night before I barely tried to defend myself by throwing up my hands, to try and push him away. When I touched him, he stopped, and collapsed to the floor. I screamed, Images swarmed my head. He had just used me for a child. When he had successfully gotten me pregnant and when the child was born.. if it was a boy he was going to take the child and kill me. If it was a girl, he was going to kill us both." She sobbed gently clutching the dark crimson pillow Remy had used to her stomach, burying her face into in gently.
Frowning gently, Remy carried two steaming mugs of hot chocolate to the living room area setting them upon coasters on the coffee table. Gently he pried the pillow from Rogue's grip and rested it on the couch behind him as he sat down next to the upset being that he openly welcomed into his home. "Rogue, Chere... " He was at a total loss of words. "Stay 'ere with Remy." He finally managed to choke out as he took one of her hands in his. "You got a power dat can come as a gift or as a curse. "He smiled softly." Remy want's ta help ya und de bebe. He'll protect ya. Give de petite one a home and a lovin pere." He offered as he kissed her frail gloved hand.
"Remy. I cant do that." She whispered gently. He was offering her the world, but she couldn't take it. It wasn't hers to take. Would he have offered this to her if he hadn't known she was pregnant? Rogue highly, highly doubted it. Taking a drink of her now cool hot chocolate, she replied. "Remy, I just cant. You're offering to support me and the baby. I cant let you do that. We both know that if you didn't know I was with child you would have never offered to do this." She whispered her eyes searching his face.
"Chere. If you don't believe Remy that 'e'd been trying ta work up de courage ta ask ya ta be his fo' as lon' as Remy's known ya, den see fo yo self. "Remy replied his face a serious frown. Slowly he pulled the glove from Rogue's hand and pressed it to his face.
Letting out a soft whimper, Rogue gained flashes of Remy's memory before she fell back to rest upon the couch.
'Oy Remy! I dare ya to lay in de middle o' de bridge and wait ta see if a car'll stop fo yo devil carcass!" A black haired male called to a younger Remy.
"'ow 'bout yo do it and show Remy 'ow it's done, Jean.?" Remy replied giving the boy a shove.
"Quit bein' a puss Rem." Jean replied shoving his cousin back.
"Quit bein a dick-sucker Jean." Remy replied shoving harder. Growling his cousin swore something in french that was too fast for Remy to understand before he felt him self falling. Good thing the lake was up this time of year. After a little bit of falling Remy hit the water.'
Remy Watched Rogue's face as the memory changed. Her face fell from a happy smile to a slight frown.
Rogue sat at the table across from Remy a smile on her face about what they were talking about. Remy hadn't much noticed that he had forgotten their topic. 'Merde. Roguey is beautiful. '
"Remy... When are you gunna ask her to be yours?" a taunting voice asked in the back of Remy's mind.
"When I know she feels the same way." Remy's mind returned.
"You'll never know until you try Remy! Do it."
"Non. Remy doesn't want to scare his Belle Fille away." Remy returned.
After a few more emotions played on Rogues face, her eyes fluttered open confusion showing in the depths of emerald.
"Oui, Rogue. I want yo ta be mine. Let dis Cajun Grace ya wid his love fo a lil' while?" Remy asked pulling his glasses off so she can see the emotion in his eyes. Slowly he slipped her glove back onto her delicate hand and placed a soft kiss on her palm.
A frown creased Rogue's frail face. "I dunno Remy..." She replied. "Lemme sleep on it?" She asked as she settled herself on the couch. Remy nodded and took the cup from her hands setting it on the coaster before shifting to put her feet in his lap. When Merci was pregnant with Henry's first child, Remy learned that the easiest way to get mom-to-be to sleep was to rub her feet.
Rogue smiled softly as she felt Remy's callused hands pull off her trainers and work gently through the tension in her socked feet and lower legs. Closing her eyes she yawned softly as she pulled the blanket a little closer, one hand resting on her stomach on top of the blanket the other along side her face. As she drifted off she heard Remy hum a soft song she had heard along time ago when she was a child.
A few hours later Rogue awoke to the warmth of the sun upon her face. Letting out a small muffled moan she opened her eyes slowly blinking a few times to regain her vision. The apartment was calm and quiet. Sitting up Rogue looked around, puzzled. No noise. No Remy. Slowly she pulled herself from the warm cocoon of the couch and the blanket, and walked around trying to find a trace of Remy.
In the kitchen she noticed a note on the refrigerator. Pulling a carton of milk from the fridge she took the note down and poured her self a glass. Putting the milk back she grabbed an apple from Remy's fruit drawer and bit into it as she read the note.
'Rogue-
I've gone out for a while, I have a present for you. Go into my study and look on top of the piano. Try it on, and be ready by six. I want to take you to my favorite place in New Orleans .
Remy'
Rogue smiled as she left the note and glass on the counter. Making her way to Remy's study she continued to eat the apple the sweet and sour taste wakening her further. Throwing the core away in the study trash can she smiled seeing a shopping bag resting atop the piano. Pulling out the contents she smiled and looked at the clock. He had let her sleep till four in the afternoon.
Walking in the door of his apartment Remy smiled at the sound of his shower running, the steam escaping through the crack under the door. "Rogue. I hope you like this. He smiled as he laid a parcel on the counter. The clock red 4:45 pm.
Drinking the glass of milk he smiled before making his way to the sink. He turned on the water and swished the remains of the milk away before filling it half full. Looking around he smiled and placed the glass next to the parcel before dropping a long stemmed rose into the glass. Turning he swept out the apartment door to make a few last minuet arrangements.
Turning off the shower Rogue wrapped her self in Remy's giant blue towel before looking at her reflection in the mirror. Her stomach pugged out a little more each day. "The baby's growing." She said aloud to no one. Smiling she caressed her stomach before pulling on the slip to her dress. Pulling on her knee high nylons she hummed gently to her self as she danced around the bathroom.
Pulling on the sheath of cloth which was her dress she smiled, before she tied the ribbon around her stomach and back. Looking at her self in the mirror she smiled. She liked the the way the sheer fabric shined over her round abdomen, it made her look proud to be a mother to be. And she could probably wear it later on during the pregnancy and even after.
Stepping sock-footed into the living room she looked around before gasping slightly. She had found Remy's parcel and rose. Smelling the rose she smiled as she opened the parcel. Inside lay a pair of open toed dress shoes and some black fabric. Sitting down on a bar-stool she sighed softly bending her leg to rest upon her knee to slip on the shoe.
'Perfect fit' she smiled as she pulled the other one on. Pulling the fabric out of the package she let it unfold in her hands. It was a long black trench coat. Slipping it on she smiled. Remy was remarkable.
Opening the door to his apartment Remy took a deep in take of breath at the being standing at his counter. Rogue's hair fell in soft damp waves around her face and against her shoulders. The dress looked beautiful on her. Under the bell sleeved mesh covering of the dress, a dark emerald strapless wrap of a dress held her body perfectly in the right areas, the ribbon separating her abdomen from her chest. The sheer fabric of the dress clung to her swollen abdomen, which made her glow gently, and flowed gracefully to her ankles. Remy smiled as he realized that she was wearing the trench coat.
"Chere..." He chocked out gently. " Ya look belle." he added as he held out a pair of black satin gloves to her. She smiled and took his offering, slipping the gloves on. "Ya ready to go Chere?" Remy asked holding out his hand.
Nodding Rogue took Remy's hand and followed him down the apartment stairs. Smiling Remy stopped at the walk of the building and gestured towards a dark blue,1984 Ford Mustang. Rogue gasped softly. It was her favorite car, and it was the perfect colour also. "Remy, How?" She asked looking up to search his face.
"Remy pulled a favor from a friend." Remy grinned as he left Rogue's side and continued down the walk to open the passenger door. "Mademoiselle, Your ride awaits you." Remy replied with a grin.
Rogue was flattered. She had never imagined some one would be so nice to her after what she had told him. Smiling softly she adjusted her dress and slid into the passenger seat of the car. Leaning back she smiled. Black leather interior with white accents. He was perfect.
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Meh: Thank ya Chica and Mistress-Black for reviewing my last two chapters I feel like UUUUUUBBBER loved now .. gives them a cookie
