X-Men-First Class: Rise or Fall
Chapter One Hundred Thirty
Author's Word: Heiress, where have you been? Heiress, why haven't you updated? Heiress, what is the meaning of life? I'll get back to you on that last one but as for the first two, work, work, work. And also the time I've spent on this story describing other people's skills made me want to pick up a couple so my sister and I have gotten into sewing. I made a skirt- it's too big but hey, beats too small.
I also have to take time to give an enormous and very special shout-out to new fam member, Ashleyder1. Thank you, Ashley, for all of your incredible reviews and bringing me cheer during a time when I was exhausted beyond reason. Thank you again and again! Welcome to the fam!
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The fact that the upcoming year still had yet to present itself offered no deterrence to the infectious sounds of kazoos and noise makers possessed by many of the X-Kids. On one couch lined Hank and Raven with their children in their laps and Sean and Maya. The McCoy tots enthusiastically shook the papier-mâché maracas Joey had designed. Raven wore an oversized orange and yellow party hat with fuzzy trim that spelled out 1964 all around. Sean had on a green and purple top hat made out of paper and a pair of blue plastic shades. Maya waved about a star shaped clapper toy and wore bright festive ribbons in her braids.
On the floor with their own individual cushions- as insisted by Charles- Scott, Becky, Cordelia, Frank, Joey, and Cody clustered together. Becky wore a purple feather boa and a hat that resembled Raven's. Cody wore a black top hat with a pair of cat ears sticking out from it. Like Sean, Joey had large fake shades on but in green and he held up a festive sign with 1964 colored out in the center. He'd managed to prop a party hat up on Bounty, even though the rabbit kept his eagerness on the inside. Scott had on a blue cape with 1964 in large print on the back. Frank, who could not have been more thankful to be allowed to watch the countdown on TV despite his present punishment, wore a red cape. Cordelia, sporting large yellow 1964 themed costume earrings and a necklace, blew on a kazoo.
From a chair, one of the vibrant hats- fedora style- sat atop Erik's head. A noisemaker listlessly stuck out from his mouth like a cigar.
"Are you alright, darling?"
At the inquiry, a pondering Emma switched her gaze from the window. Her expression melted into complete laughter at the sight of Charles behind her in one of the festive party hats and dangling goof glasses.
"Better than ever, actually," she finally replied. "There's just so much excitement in the air. So much change in store."
Charles brought her back against his front. "All for the better." He laid a hand to rest on her stomach.
"Ah, gross!" Alex inched as far away as he could from the suddenly lip locked couple that sat beside him. "Hey retirement club, can't you at least wait for the countdown?"
Logan separated from Kayla and said, "Nothin' will ever top New Year's Eve 1899. Folks runnin' around town like some crazed chickens, scared to death the world's gonna end at the turn of the century," he scoffed, "bunch of idiots," then resumed things with his wife.
"Dude, your folks smooch like it's going out of style," Frank observed in amazement.
"Meh," Cody shrugged, "they do that a thousand times a day."
"Okay, Scott," Becky turned to the boy nearest her, "what was your favorite thing about this year?"
"Easy," he responded happily, "Emma and Charles bringing me here and seeing Alex when I first woke up."
The blonde in question reached over to give him a fond tap on the head with a clapper.
Becky smiled. "Joey?"
Playing with his sock covered toes, Joey answered, "My birthday because it was the best one I ever had and Mum got me Xander. Just wish Cody had been there."
Cody said in turn, "Well, my favorite part of this year was when we first met and you played at my old house. Then I moved to your house," he grinned widely, "and now my room's huge!"
"Yeah, that was my reaction last year," Frank recalled.
"What was your favorite thing about this year?" Becky put forth.
It took Frank a moment to think on something that had started out good and remained that way.
He eventually declared, "The Eye Scream Team."
"Yeah!" Scott exchanged a tall high five with him then looked back. "What's yours?"
Alex kicked at him lightly. "Don't get cute. You already know." He glanced across the way. "How about you, Seanie?"
"Getting to know Trick," the redhead replied somewhat solemnly. "And learning from him."
Maya placed a kind hand over his arm. "Mine was definitely flying with you for the first time. I'd be just fine if we never came down."
Sean smiled and draped an arm around her.
At a certain someone's briefly dry countenance, Alex raised, "Fess up, Glim. What's yours?"
"Hello," Cordelia smirked adorably, "Charles Xavier, anyone?"
Charles smiled gratefully at her.
Erik piped up, "I suppose he does have a certain appeal."
Frank rolled over and quipped, "Too bad you don't."
Erik snatched him up to tickle him right at the ribs. "Is that so, little Superman?"
Frank laughed, "Cut it out. I'm too old!"
Feeling the need to comment on that part, Logan looked from Kayla again. "Boy, half my socks have more life experience than you"
Cody laughed at that then asked, "What was your favorite thing, Dad?"
The man replied, "Gettin' bosses that keep good booze around," he aimed a finger at each of the young people present, "Drinkin' is wrong."
Shaking her head, Kayla said, "Mine is the fact that my old job is history." She looked between Erik and Charles. "Bless you."
Charles returned, "As your presence has blessed us, Mrs. Howlett."
"Pick me!" Trav bounced up and down on Raven's lap. "I want to say mine, I want to say mine!"
"Calm down, son," Hank soothed with an amused smile. "Go ahead."
"My Grandpa Norton taking me away so me and Kiki could be with our new mom and dad." Trav then tacked on, "Even though Daddy gives me shots."
While the others laughed, Hank said, "That would be mine as well- even though my little boy drives me insane at times." He ruffled Trav's hair.
"Tell us yours, Rae," Frank encouraged.
"Until recently, it was my wedding," the currently golden haired shape-shifter responded. "Now, it's the fact that I didn't conceive when I thought I did." She squeezed Trav and gripped one of Kiki's hands. "Because now I have two babies of my very own."
Becky started to smile along with the others then noticed someone off to one side. "Leon?" She got up from her cushion and walked to him. "What was your favorite part of this year?"
Glancing down at her, the previously quiet one placed a hand on top of the curls. "Erik pulling me out of the water- that rabid shark expression was priceless."
Erik gazed that way. "Keep it up and we'll revisit that night except with an entirely different ending for after we returned here."
"Ooh," Alex and Frank teased in unison.
"What I gained from this year," Erik spoke again, "was the reminder that no matter how many setbacks come my way, I am able to look to the future with prosperity. Because of our children."
"Yes," Emma concurred softly.
"Auntie," Becky looked to her happily, "what was your favorite part of this year?"
"Where to start?" Emma wondered with a feeble smile. "All of you- each and every one. My sister here with me; my family coming the closest to a positive resolution we've ever had. Being allowed to carry this," she lingered hands at her midsection, "this beautiful baby. Now, to…" She faced Charles. "Soon be the wife of the man who not only completes me but betters me in every…" Her eyes moistened and she moved to wipe at them with her fingers. "I'm sorry. Just a minute."
Leon got up to head her way. "Emma…"
"Love?" Charles pulled her into his arms.
"Oh sis." Cordelia stood up.
Rising, Sean barreled forward to hug her and Charles at the same time. "Please don't cry Mommy!"
That made the woman smile sincerely and even breathe a short laugh as she spared an arm around the tall teenager.
"Rebecca," Scott got the girl's attention, "you keep asking us but you haven't told us your favorite part of this year yet."
"It's too hard to pick," Becky admitted even a touch frustrated by that fact. "Kiki and Trav, Auntie Em coming back," she went to stand beside Erik's chair and take his hand, "and I love being Rebecca Anya Lehnsherr more than anything in the world." Erik affectionately tightened his grip around her smaller hand. "But I think my very favorite part is having the power to wake up Uncle Charles when he was hurt. And just that he's still with us."
Leaving Emma in the care of the others waiting to embrace her, Charles made a path for the young telepath. "Far greater power than the mere presence of a complicated gene gave you that ability, Princess." He stooped to reach her eyes. "Something I've always seen in you. For which I will always be thankful."
"Daddy?" Joey approached his father. "Was that your favorite part of the year, too?"
"Actually, my favorite part," standing again, Charles lifted the boy along with him, "was every moment. And I do mean that." He gazed about at the others. "For every dark day, every trial, every loss we have uncovered light, won out, and gained tenfold. Into 1964 and beyond, the X-Men remain endless."
"Yeah!" Logan's abrupt bellow redirected all of their eyes to his direction. "Ya hear that out there?" he called towards the windows. "X-Men own this town!"
"Baby, baby," Kayla patted his chest with a tight smile, "we're in Westchester." She turned to the rest of them. "Now do you see what happens when our lips separate?"
"Resolution for the upcoming year," Erik stated, "screen all new hires."
"Everyone look," Maya pointed out the TV eagerly, "the countdown's starting."
They all gathered as near to the flashing box as possible to begin the backwards recitation.
"10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2… Happy New Year!"
Kazoos, noisemakers, clappers, and all other celebratory accessories rang forth anew. Logan and Kayla started up another kiss. The McCoys, careful of the small ones they held, shared an extended one as well. Maya hopped up for Sean to catch and peck briefly on the lips. Emma leaned back against Charles, who pressed his lips tenderly to the back of her golden head.
Summoning up some form of courage, Scott returned the gesture Becky had bestowed upon him after they first put up the Christmas tree. He brushed her cheek so quickly his lips had not remained there long enough for the human eye to blink. The brightly smiling head of curls turned and offered him a big hug.
Alex winked secretively at his little brother.
Leon waved about the tiny 'Superstar in '64' flag he carried between finger and thumb.
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My darling?
Sugar. Emma veered away from where she toyed with the trinkets on her vanity table, a small smile present on her face.
Entering in full, Charles strolled her way and placed his gentle grip on her upper arms. We do not have to do this. Not if it isn't what you truly want.
"No, sugar," she immediately shook her head, "whatever other doubts or certainties way on me, I am sure of this." Emma raised his hands with her own. "Are you?"
Charles leaned in to leave a kiss at the corner of her mouth. "Absolutely."
Emma took a lingering moment to absorb the warmth of his cheek near to hers then said, "I'm going to make the call."
Managing to separate from her so that she could make use of the telephone, Charles headed downstairs. He stopped just short of the parlor. Taking a deep breath that he held for several seconds, he continued into the treasured sanctum within his household.
"Ah, there you are," Erik greeted him favorably. "I'd say it was a splendid New Year's Eve had by all," he handed Charles a martini when the younger man got close enough, "wouldn't you say?"
"Quite," the telepath concurred.
Raising his own glasses, Erik saluted, "To the future."
To the metal wielder's surprise, Charles did not return the gesture but instead took Erik's glass away. He placed both drinks on the short table between them normally reserved for chess.
"We need to talk," Charles said to the clearly puzzled Poland native, "and what I mean is that I need to talk and I need you to listen."
Sitting up straighter with eyes locked, Erik proved the picture of complete attentiveness.
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Hands locked together, the boy in blue wizard pajamas, girl between them in pink Sleeping Beauty nightgown, and last boy in brown and white Pinocchio sleepwear, preceded down the stairs together.
"I think it's this way," Cody directed, guiding them towards the front of the house.
Joey let off a long yawn. "Maybe it was Xander."
"I know what a horse sounds like," Cody stated, "and this ain't no horse. It's a burglar."
"How's a burglar get through our security?" Joey reasoned. "Knight Victor and your dad would've sliced 'em already."
"There is someone there," Becky sensed with a smile, "but it's not a burglar." She let go of the boys to unlock and open the door.
On heavily winded breaths rushed in the two Frost gentlemen.
"Grandpa!" Joey shot for him.
"Hi!" Cody ran to hug his other leg.
"Oh children," Winston acknowledged, pressing a hand to each of their backs. "Thank Heaven."
Chris knelt before Becky. "Where is your aunt?"
Before the little girl could answer, Emma's voice sounded with, "Father, brother," jovial smile on her face, she approached from the back. "You made excellent timing."
"Emma." Winston went to his daughter, inspecting her face for sign of injury. "My dear, what's happened? Where's Cordelia?"
"Probably still upstairs sleeping," Emma replied casually. "We all had a rather late night. And calm yourself. Nothing's happened."
"Nothing's happened?" An irate Chris leapt to his full height again. "You forced me into a moving vehicle for the better of four hours with this man," he pointed an accusing finger at Winston, "at the wheel and you dare to say nothing's happened?"
"I would have allowed you to drive," Winston offered glibly, "had I wanted a ten car pileup to result in the process."
"Now, now," Emma soothed, "none of that today. And exactly where were the two of you last night when I called?"
Winston explained, "I was on my way back from a conference."
"Let's see, where would I be in all of my youth and vigor on New Year's Eve?" Chris pretended to think over. "Perhaps… on a date! Having something of a life."
"Cordy'll be happy to hear that," Joey piped up. "She says you haven't had a life since Wife Number Two."
Chris narrowed his eyes. "I'll be sure to thank her for her concern…"
"Emma, enough with this foolishness," Winston said firmly. "Why did you need us back here so suddenly?"
"You'll get your answer," Emma began a mental petition to the rest of the household, "in a moment."
Charles appeared downstairs first and happily greeted the new arrivals. Erik came after him, followed by the McCoys who had left Kiki and Trav to sleep, and a zombified Sean and Leon. Two grumbling teenage boys in the forms of Alex and Frank came next. Scott came down, rubbing at his eyes before slipping his ruby quartz glasses on securely. Kayla and Maya hurried down only for Cordelia to eagerly zip right by them to embrace her father and older brother. Lastly from the lower level, a mildly fatigued Logan came up and leaned against the nearest wall.
"Is there a fire?" Frank groaned out.
"My eyeballs hurt," Sean claimed.
"You're all probably wondering why we've summoned you at such a ghastly hour," Charles began.
"Could you just spit it out so we can go back to bed?" Alex requested bitterly.
"I'm afraid that won't be possible," Charles informed then addressed all gathered again, "for you see," he linked hands with a beaming Emma, "today is our wedding day."
Presently hazel eyes nearly leaping from their sockets, Raven exclaimed, "What?"
"Today?" Maya gasped.
"It's Wedding Day?" Becky grinned.
"You mean it?" an equally enthusiastic Joey reacted.
"Yes," Emma confirmed happily to the youngsters, "but I'm afraid we haven't much time. The minister is due here at noon."
"Noon?" Raven echoed incredulously.
"But Auntie Em, what are we going to wear?" Becky brought up. "We haven't gone dress shopping yet."
"We don't need to, darling," Emma answered her. "Kayla just made all of you brand new dresses for Christmas presents."
Kayla urged, "Emma, party dresses they might be but they're hardly suitable for a wedding."
"You made them with your own hand," Emma reminded her. "If that's not one of a kind quality, nothing is."
Kayla formed a smile. "I suppose I could give them a little spruce."
"Oh excellent!" Cordelia came over to take her sister's free hand. "I can't believe we're doing this. This is going to be so much fun!"
"Hold on a moment," Chris chimed in sharply. "Emma, you cannot be serious. A last minute completely spur of the moment ceremony? You can't possibly- this isn't right. You need preparations, uncomfortable fittings involving a great deal of needle punctures, invitations for God's sake!" He looked to their father. "Don't you have anything to say about this, Daddy?"
"Certainly." Removing his wallet from his pants pocket, Winston said, "I'm paying for whatever you need- everything."
Chris' jaw very nearly made contact with the hardwoods.
"Daddy," Emma stepped towards him, "that isn't what I wanted you here at all."
"I know, but I want to help you," he cupped her chin, "almost as much as I want to walk you down that aisle."
At that look that appeared on his fiancé's face, Charles himself radiated cheer that spread to nearly everyone gathered around them.
Erik cleared his throat. "We need to press on."
"You're right." Emma moved to face the others. "There's so much to do. Logan, we'll be having the ceremony in the living room so I was hoping you and your brother Victor could m—" Realizing it, she glanced around. "Where is your brother Victor?"
Logan shrugged a single shoulder. "Your guess is as good as mine. He ain't come home last night."
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Before his eyelids even parted, he experienced the tickling against his nose. Brown eyes at last revealing themselves, he instantly made out the head of red, with strands along the side of his own face, peacefully lost to slumber. One arm wound around the man's broad chest.
Numerous recollections from his past hit Victor all at once and self-reproach pooled up inside of him. That particular feeling only intensified at the realization that he currently sat on a couch not within the Xavier Mansion or even Westchester. He started to move but took in the one by him again and he knew he could not bear to jostle her out of his hold.
An abrupt ring sounded next, not giving him much of a choice.
"Adrienne," he spoke into her ear, giving her a very delicate shake, "hey, your phone's goin' off."
Waving a tired hand, she mumbled something dismissively and shifted position against him slightly.
Taking that for some sort of cue, Victor picked up the black and gold receiver and held it to his ear. "Hello? Oh, hey. Yeah, yeah, she's here. We're okay. What?" He listened for a few seconds. "You serious? Uh huh. Yep, I'll let her know. See ya in a bit." He hung up.
"Why can't clients comprehend the concept of personal time?" Adrienne muttered.
"Yeah, that wasn't a client. It was Emma," Victor told her. "She and Charles are gettin' married."
Adrienne replied dryly, "That announcement is so literally last year."
"No, baby. I mean today. Twelve o'clock."
When her eyes burst open and her limbs extracted in seemingly every direction, Victor had to grab her before she fell right off the couch.
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At the incessant tapping on the glass, the short white haired woman peeked out of through the blinds made onto the door. When she saw the three young men on the other side, she unlatched the door and allowed them entry.
"Why Scott Summers," she recognized, "what has you out at such an hour?"
"Hi, Mrs. Neumann," Scott greeted pleasantly. "Happy New Year."
"Happy New Year," she returned. "Now, what brings you here so early?"
"We need flowers," Joey explained. "Loads of 'em. They're for my mum's wedding."
"Your mother." Something clicked with Mrs. Neumann. "Why is she the same one you all bought that big order for over Mother's Day?"
Scott nodded. "She's the one."
"Well, bless you all," Mrs. Neumann commended. "She must be such a wonderful mother. And today is her wedding day- oh my." She thought about something. "But I wonder why she didn't place her order ahead of time."
"It's sort of a spontaneous thing," Alex attempted to explain though he barely understood the whole thing himself.
"We're going to need lilies and orchids and daisies," Joey sounded off, "all in white. But with some pink stuff, too. Oh and she has to have some for her hair, too. Little white ones."
Alex told the shop keeper, "He's the official decorator."
"Is he? Then I better get on it. Just let me find something to write down with." Mrs. Neumann rushed around to the back of the counter to retrieve a pen and pad of paper.
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Leading the way into the kitchen, Kayla said, "I am so glad we're still a little stocked from the holidays."
"I can't believe we're actually going to prepare a wedding feast." Maya rethought. "I can't believe we're having a wedding. Just like that."
"This life comes with many surprises, sweetheart," Kayla stated as she began to assemble pots and pans. "And if I'm going to be knocked over with a feather, I'd prefer it to be for a happy occasion."
"I better get going on the cake." Sleeves already rolled up, Frank went about gathering necessary ingredients from different cupboards. "Kayla, can you get a head start on the entrees? Oh and Maya, see what we have for side dishes. Charles and Emma aren't that picky but remember the little kids won't eat just anything."
"I'm on it." Maya headed off to investigate their pantry.
Kayla determined, "Looks like I picked the right team."
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One strong hand against the back of the tiny suit jacket, Erik directed the small boy clothed in it.
"You stand up straight, take a breath, and with all the dignity you can muster," Erik gave him a gentle prod, "step forward."
White satin pillow extended, Trav started to move forward with slow pacing.
Dressed in a pale blue dress that nicely complimented her blonde hair now styled into deep waves, Raven looked from the mirror to observe her son.
"There you go, Pooh," she praised. "You're going to do just great as Ring Bearer."
"Thanks, Mommy." Trav performed an about-face and returned to where Erik sat alongside the bed. "What is dig-ni-tee, Uncle Erik?"
Erik paused to consider the question. "To put it plainly, dignity is a combination of seriousness and determination best displayed during hard times or when a job has to be done."
"Ohhh," Trav nodded in somewhat understanding. "And am I the Ring Bearer 'cause my dad's a bear?"
Raven exhaled a laugh and said, "I think that would make you the Ring Cubby, hon. But really, the Ring Bearer is what you call the boy who carries the rings out to the Best Man."
"And that's Uncle Erik," Trav followed along.
"Correct," Erik responded. "And the Ring Bearer's job is just as important," he took hold of the tiny wicker basket leftover from Raven's wedding and handed it over to Kiki, "as the Flower Girl's."
Kiki peered into, felt around, and lastly shook out the basket before reporting, "No fwowers, Unca Erik."
"No flowers?" Erik feigned shock and glanced into the inside of the basket himself. "Why you're right. Where did they go?" He lifted the bitty girl up at the waist and hoisted her over his head. "Whatever shall we do now?"
Kiki squealed in glee, waving mary-jane covered feet back and forth.
Raven smiled at them. "Uncle Alex and the guys should be back with the flowers soon. Don't you worry."
From the walk-in closet, Charles' voice sounded with, "Alright, I'm ready. At the very least, try not to laugh."
"We won't," Raven guaranteed then tacked on, "much."
"Don't leave us in suspense, Lab Rat," said Erik, lowering Kiki to sit securely on his lap now.
With an audible breath, Charles stepped out for full view. He wore freshly ironed black slacks with matching vest and bowtie along with a crisp shirt and dinner jacket in white.
An initially speechless Raven started towards him. "…Dad's suit."
"Fortunately for me they married at a time when he was much smaller." Feeling much like a little child playing dress-up, Charles flapped his arms a bit. "I look an absolute disgrace in it, don't I?"
Raven shook her head hard and hugged him forcefully. "You look like my perfectly handsome brother who's getting married."
"You know," Kiki in his arms again, Erik stood, "you vaguely resemble mine as well."
Charles managed a chuckle. "Thank you. I can't say how glad I am to have you both here for me."
"But I still don't understand," Raven pulled away to face him, "why are you doing it this way? After everything you did for me and Hank, don't you think you and Emma deserve a huge ceremony?"
"That's the last thing either of us want," Charles informed. "We're not out to put on some drawn out, overdone performance for insincere well-wishers we seldom even see. All we want is to declare our intent and desire to spend our lives together."
"Okay, that I get but if you were going to do it so soon after the proposal, barely a week even, why did you guys wait until now at all?" Raven wanted to know next.
"Because," Charles touched her shoulders, barely covered by the short lacey sleeves, "1963 belonged to you and Hank."
Realization slapping her across the face, Raven gaped for an extended time until words returned again. "You mean you went through all of this- holding off on marrying the love of your life, dealing with all these reactions to how your baby was conceived, and pretty much your happiness in general- just because I'm a world-class brat?"
"Raven, you know that isn't what I'm trying to say," Charles urged her.
"Absolutely," Erik chimed in. "That duty is for the Best Man." He came over, speaking directly to their mutual sister. "Yes, you are a world-class brat- for whom your elder brothers would do anything."
What started out as a quivering lip on Raven's part turned into a burst of, "I am so sorry. I am horrible, awful, spoiled six months past the expiration date." She looked at Charles again. "How can you possibly live with me? I could never live with me."
Charles stated in mild humor, "You don't know yourself as well as I do. You're really quite adorably wonderful."
"You have your moments," Erik supported wryly.
Trav walked up to hug his mother at the legs. "Yep. You're the best, Mommy."
"Best Mommy," Kiki parroted, playing in the golden waves of the older female.
Before her emotions could get the better of her, Raven felt composure win out. "Stiff upper lip?"
"Stiff upper lip," Charles confirmed with a nod. "After all, this day is not so greatly different from any other. I'm only… marrying the one woman I've wanted more than anything else in this life." His naturally fair skin managed to pale by several shades. "Dear God... is anyone else lightheaded? I- I'm lightheaded."
With all of his own dignity intact, the duty minded Erik caught the abruptly frazzled groom with one arm as he tilted forward. Kiki patted the top of Charles' thoroughly combed hair soothingly.
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Seated on a short modeling stand while squeezing a circular box like a pillow, Cordelia dipped her head in fatigue. An hour had gone by at the Hamilton Men's Dress Shop; the only one in Westchester available so early on New Year's Day. Why did the male members of her family also have to take attire so seriously?
Finished trying on yet another jacket for sizing, Chris noticed his sister's current condition. Lowering beside her, he nudged her shoulder with his own, causing her to moan in annoyance.
"Wake up," he ordered unsympathetically. "I wasn't allowed so much as a five minute cat nap all night because of your sister's antics."
"So?" Cordelia shot back. "She was your sister first." She then took a handful of the bowties within the package she held and flung them at him.
"Hey!" Chris batted the pieces of neckwear away then glared at her. "Oh you've had it."
Cordelia let off a lightly feminine shriek as she hopped up to escape his hand.
"Christian," Winston addressed pointedly, not turning away from where a tailor busily measured him again.
"B-but," an indignant Chris indicated the teenager, "she started it."
"She is a little girl," the older man reinforced. "You are neither of those."
Rolling his eyes as the aforementioned little girl smugly pranced about on tiptoe, Chris stood to head their father's way. "I'm certainly astonished that you of all people are going along with Emmie's spontaneity. I mean her I understand," he aimed a thumb back towards a very airy Cordelia, "but you, Daddy? No real planning or organization and you're completely alright with that? But then," Chris folded his arms, "you would walk a blind man's journey through the flame to make Charles Xavier your son."
Winston raised an instant hand towards the tailor. "A moment, please." The small man made his way across the shop to see to other matters. Winston turned to take in his second born. "Christian, while I do find these nuptials bizarre beyond reason, they still make significant more sense than your sister believing a nazi could offer her anything, let alone happiness. When those children were lost to her, neither I nor your mother could give her what she needed to emotionally survive such a disgusting tragedy. I believe she saw us as no different than the non-mutant filth that wronged her. A darkness entered her, leaving her wide open for the likes of Shaw. But ever since Charles walked into her life, there has been a light present there I have not seen since she was a small girl. So yes, in order for that to maintain she can count on me in whatever capacity necessary. The same I would offer any one of you to keep you both well and content. Now," Winston smoothed out one shirt sleeve, "do you have anything else to say?"
Chris quieted then gestured over towards one particular row of clothes. "I like the double breasted selection."
"As do I."
While Winston summoned the tailor over again, Chris returned to where Cordelia still moved about joyfully. With her back turned, he managed to seize hold of her around the waist and produce a squeal from the act.
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Spotting his father on one side of a sofa, Cody went around to the opposite end and attempted to push at it. He tried, resulting in more grunting than actual positive results.
Chuckling deep in his chest, Hank approached. "A commendable effort but perhaps I could take over from here," he lifted the sofa by the arm Cody touched, "while you give Sean a hand."
"Okay," Cody agreed with a sigh, going over to the redhead.
"Nice try, muscles," Logan called after his boy then looked towards the scientist. "Thanks, Hank. Don't know what's gotten into my oaf of a brother. He never snoozes on duty."
"I'm sure Victor has a reasonable explanation," Hank assured as they carried the couch out of the living room. "I don't think I've ever met a more dependable workman. Just give him a chance."
"Hey Code Man, hop on," Sean tapped an armchair, "I'll give you a ride."
Grinning, the boy took a seat and held up victorious arms when Sean began dragging the chair with him in it right along.
While Hank looked on in amusement at the sight, Logan's attention went to the grandfather clock in one corner. The floor lamp beside it disappearing unexpectedly startled him, making him drop his end of the couch.
"What's wrong?" Hank asked in concern at the sudden act.
The lamp rematerialized in front of where Leon silently stood just a yard away from the living room.
"I could help carry that," he indicated Logan's portion of the couch, "if it's too difficult for you."
Lifting the couch straight up at the base again, Logan assured in a specific tone, "Don't worry," he eyed the young man as he and Hank continued on, "I've got real strong hands."
Edges of his mouth rising, Leon strolled inside to start loading out some of the smaller living room pieces.
IIIIIII
Bored of clicking channels in addition to his eyes growing tired at the unusual color picture the undoubtedly expensive television set offered, Victor shut it off altogether. He left the armchair in the sitting area and started through the hallway.
"Adrienne, would ya light a fire under it already? We still have to drive into—" He arched back before a random silk item could collide with his head.
Several other items of clothing followed it. At the frustrated groan that far too closely resembled his own roar, Logan glanced into the bedroom. Still in her robe, Adrienne rampaged back and forth between attacking her closet and the dresser drawers.
"Whoa hey," Victor's voice slowed her movements and he walked in, "this ain't no time to be redecoratin'. We're gonna be late."
"I have nothing to wear," she claimed, tossing hands as high as they would go into the air.
Gazing side to side at the unbelievable clothing hills around them, Victor looked squarely at her again. "Tell me the truth. Do you take pills?"
"This is utterly absurd," Adrienne insisted. "The little blonde twit should have just eloped. No, that would be far too easy. Instead she wants everyone around her to stop what they're doing and focus all attention on pampering her and her little whims."
"I don't know who ya think you're talkin' about but Em's nothing like that," Victor stated. "That lady would do anything for those kids, even when they don't deserve it. I see how Charles fell for her the way he did. They're regular aces together."
An unimpressed Adrienne replied, "Then why don't you go play joker for them and leave me be?"
Brow furrowing at that, Victor got in closer to her and yanked hold of her by the wrists. "Don't do this."
"Do what?" she spat back, attempting with half-hearted effort to snatch away from him.
"Let your own jealousy get in the way of you celebratin' your sister on her weddin' day. You keep carryin' this hate, Adrienne. What's it gotten ya? Huh?" He tilted his head forward to look at her all the nearer. "Money ya can't take with ya, hell of an amazin' body, and a phony face for high society?"
"What might seem phony to you is all that I have."
"That ain't true. Look, baby," Victor softened, "I've been right here where you are. Wonderin' "why them" instead of me. You may not be the one in the spotlight but you got a family that still needs you." He let go of her. "If you miss your sister's weddin', it'll eat at you forever and you know it."
Arms going across her chest, she shifted to her side a bit. "I'll need to make a stop along the way."
"You got it. Just remember, we're goin' to a wedding so ya might try changin' it up from basic black."
She regarded him out of the corner of her eye. "You mean to cover my "hell of an amazing" body?"
"Hey," he started out with a gleam about him, "didn't say a word about coverin' it up."
IIIIIII
Both clothed in matching ivory robes, the telepathic females reclined against the wide headboard of the elder's bedroom. French tips still drying, they blew dainty breathes to help their fingernails along.
Finally noticing the bare hook above the closet door, Becky wondered, "Auntie Em, shouldn't we air out your dress?"
"There isn't one," Emma told her. "With the holidays and everything, I really didn't have much time for browsing. Since this isn't exactly the wedding season, I couldn't find anything that flattered both me," one hand went to her stomach, "and him."
Becky sat up urgently and said, "But you have to have a dress."
"I still have a suit that fits me smartly. Besides," a short smile came over her, "once you've seen one white article on me, you've seen them all."
Becky remembered something and got down to where she'd left a floral hat box on the vanity bench. "Look, I have everything." She returned to the bed and took off the lid. "Something old," Becky removed the small silver sphere, "my favorite steely. I've won a thousand games against Frank alone with this."
Emma gladly accepted the marble. "I'll need all the additional luck available."
Next Becky unfolded a velvet garment. "This is the cape from my Snow White outfit. Since you couldn't be at the party, I want it to be your something blue."
"Oh my dear," Emma held it with great delicacy, "it's beautiful."
"And for something borrowed," Becky removed her own white bracelet to transfer over to Emma's wrist, "I really want you to wear this. I was so happy when I first got it from you and that's how I want you to feel today."
Lingering a hand over the item of jewelry, Emma leaned over to give the girl a one armed hug. "I already do. Thank you, my darling."
Becky smiled, "For something new I thought that could be…"
They both pointed out Emma's front and she stated humorously, "Great minds- how we do think alike." She looked over at the sudden knock. "Come in."
At the invitation, an eager Scott hurried in. "Emma, Emma. Sorry we took so long. Joey's downstairs working on the decorations right now but see what we have." From the paper bag he carried, he took out a bridal bouquet of various flowers. "Orchids for beauty, zinnias for goodness, and azaleas for love. Mrs. Neumann at the flower shop put it together. She wanted you to have it with her compliments."
"She's made the top of my thank you list," Emma said, taking the festive arrangement to admire. "That was very kind of her."
"We also got these." Scott retrieved the circular crown of tiny white daisies. "For the Bride," he took out a smaller one, "and the Maid of Honor."
Becky grinned giddily. "Those are perfect, Scott."
"They sure are." Putting everything to the side for the time being, Emma placed an arm around each of them. "You've all been simply spectacular amidst all this madness. I don't know what I would do without you."
"Hey, what would we do without you?" Scott countered simply. "Mrs. Neumann said you had to be a wonderful mother and she's right." Emma smiled at him. "Besides, I'm starting to love X-Men weddings."
Becky looked at him. "Me, too."
IIIIIII
The living room very rapidly transformed into an all-out indoor garden scene after the flower shoppers returned with their numerous purchases. Alex and Hank worked together from opposite step ladders to get the lengthy 'Charles and Emma: Endless Love' banner mounted on a wall that provided a multitude of sunlight.
"Hard to believe the same little boy who dreads homework got half these decorations prepared mere seconds after Emma made him decorator," Hank commented.
"Give Joe the right motivation and he'll build us our own pyramids for the backyard," said Alex.
Attention going to the fireplace, Joey groaned and headed over. "No, Sean, stop."
The redhead glanced down. "You said you wanted the lilies on the mantle."
"I said calla lilies," Joey corrected. "They're the bigger ones."
"Well, sor-ry, Big Chief Baby." Sean started to remove the vase.
Joey glared. "You don't have to help if you're just going to mess everything up."
Alex instantly peered over at that. "Whoa, Joe. Come here." He started down from his ladder.
"I'm busy," came Joey's grumbled reply.
Alex's eyebrow raised while one eye narrowed. "What'd you say?"
Senses returning, the young boy amended, "I said yes, Alex," then obediently walked over.
"Thought so." Lowering to the shorter blonde's height, Alex said calmly, "Look, Eel, I know you're tired, cranky, and excited- probably all at the same time- but you're out of line. You're the guy in charge here, we all know that, but you need to relax a minute. I mean, biting people's heads off? That's not you, Joe."
"I didn't mean to," Joey crossed his arms, "but why's Sean always got to bug me when I'm doing something for a wedding?"
"He's not trying to get in your way. But he has been rooting for Charles and Em as much as you have," Alex reasoned. "And for the record, me, Hank, Scott, and Frank have, too. Guess we're just not as loud about it as you guys. Probably why you and Becky got the good jobs, huh?" He got a small smile out of the child. "Think you can keep your cool now?"
Joey nodded then went back to where Sean now stood. "I'm sorry, Seanie."
"And… I'm sorry, too," Sean admitted. "I know you want everything to look great so I'll try to pay better attention. We need to show some Charles Kids unity, anyway."
"How's it coming?"
Sean's line of vision landed on the doorway, where Maya stood in a teal ankle length dress with white trim.
Sean made a path for her. "You look…"
"Not completely horrible for just slaving over a hot stove?" she filled in humorously.
"More like good enough to be the bride," he said.
Maya smiled up at him. "You're practically glowing yourself."
"Why shouldn't I be? Mommy and Daddy are getting married." He formed a toothy expression. "Do you know how long I've waited to be legitimate?"
Maya laughed heartily at that.
IIIIIII
With a brief knock, the long haired head poked its way into the partially open master suite.
"Professor?"
Charles turned away from fiddling with his hair, yet again, with a wide smile. "Leon."
"Am I disturbing you?" the student wanted to know.
"Most certainly not," Charles assured with complete sincerity. "Please, come in. My beloved siblings have confined me to this space until further notice for fear that I would actually lift a finger on my own wedding day."
Leon closed the door after his entry. "You're one of very few men I know who needs to be locked away for helping too much."
"That's a smashing suit," Charles remarked of the near silver attire.
Leon touched his lapels. "I thought Emma would like it. It's the closest I have to all white. It has nothing on yours."
"My father's actually," Charles indicated one sleeve, "I can't believe I have nerve enough to stand here in it."
Leon slowly put forth, "May I ask what…"
Charles understood immediately and explained, "He was a scientist. A freak explosion went off while he was in his laboratory."
"…Accidentally?"
"That's what the experts told my mother," Charles eyes dimmed somewhat, "though we never actually witnessed it."
"Professor, I need to—" Leon stopped to make his tone stronger. "I need you to know how sorry I am. For the way I've acted towards you. I told myself you saw me as your latest research subject to mentally dissect. But the poster you gave me for Christmas- any other adult would belittle me for such an interest, not encourage it. I think it's time I started showing you a little gratitude."
"With all that you've gone through with so-called "specialists" I understand, Leon." Charles closed off the space that separated the two of them. "I had to prove myself to you. This really is a day of new beginnings for me."
"I think I know what you mean," Leon concurred.
Rising a bit, Charles offered the young man a hug that he calmly settled into.
IIIIIII
The moment his keen ears picked up noise from the foyer, Logan started purposefully towards the front of the house.
At the sight of his brother along with the redhead, he glowered. "Well, it's about—"
Cody practically plowed right by his father. "Uncle Vic, you're home. Hi, Miss Frost. You probably want to see your sister." He took the woman's free hand. "I'll take you to her."
"Thank you, sweetheart," Adrienne looked at Logan as the little boy guided her upstairs, "Your son is quite the charmer- all things considered."
Logan shook his head after them then proceeded to share a silent face-off with Victor.
II
Peering into Emma's room with daughter on hip, Raven announced, "Pesky little sister-in-law and radiant Flower Girl at your service."
"Not a moment too soon." Emma gladly took Kiki, the toddler's joyful presence easily relaxing her nerves.
"And just about…" Kayla snipped off the edges of the white folded ribbon that completed the back waist of Becky's raspberry pink dress. "You're all set now."
"Thanks." Becky completed the look by slipping on her crown of flowers. "Do you like it, Auntie?"
Still holding Kiki, Emma took the older girl's hand to give her a little spin. "I couldn't have imagined anything more lovely." She turned to her friend. "I don't know how I could possibly repay you, Kayla."
The Indian woman went about putting her sewing aids away. "Live a long and happy life with that man you're about to marry and we'll call it even."
Coming into the suite in a goldenrod dress with her hair half up, half down Cordelia stated, "Father and Chris shop like girls."
An unsurprised Emma merely shook her head. "Some things never change."
Cordelia still smiled as she laid out across the bed. "But I think you'll love what they picked out."
Raven glanced around the room. Herself in blue, Kayla in deep purple, Kiki and Becky in pink, now a yellow shade for Cordelia's attire.
"We are going to be the most mismatched bridal party in history."
Emma said, "And I don't think I'd have it any other way."
Raven walked up on her. "I don't think Charles could have chosen a better woman. I am so happy to have you in our family now, Emma. Even if I was too dense to admit it at first, you're exactly what he needed. What we all needed."
Emma responded, "You've no idea what that means coming from you."
All but bursting through the door came the additional color of red.
"Dri," Cordelia acknowledged, sitting up.
Stopping in her heels, Adrienne pointed out Emma. "What is that?"
The blonde snuggled against the little girl in her grasp. "We call her Kiki."
"Not the child- that!" She gestured wildly at the suit Emma presently wore. "Tell me you are not planning to walk down the aisle as if you have to make a court appearance the very next second."
Cordelia rolled her eyes. "Don't start, Dri."
"For your information," Becky got on the edge of her toes to get in closer to Adrienne, "she didn't have time to find a regular wedding dress."
"Hmph, I suspected as much." Laying out the long garment bag she had with her, Adrienne unzipped it.
The surrounding females gasped at the gown within. A flowing yet slimming skirt made up of the finest lace joined by a series of tiny white beads around the waist. Sheer sleeves and an attractive neckline made up the satin top.
"A little preview from one of my client's upcoming early spring line," Adrienne told them. "You'll be the first to wear it. The waist is blended with stretchable lycra; no need to deprive the baby of oxygen after all."
"Adrienne," Emma put Kiki down and carefully glided a hand down the dress, "this is…"
"Superior to anything you could have possibly selected off the rack," Adrienne decided to fill in. "Yes, I'm well aware. Now, for the love of God change."
Gripping the coat hanger, Emma held the gown against her body as she slowly veered around to look into the nearest mirror with it.
IIIIIII
Pants up and zipped, Logan lowered into one chair to put on his freshly polished shoes. He gazed across the loft to where Victor fixed his hair into a neat ponytail.
"What happened to you last night?" the younger brother finally asked.
Sighing in annoyance, Victor reminded, "I already told ya, we watched the ball drop downtown then went back to her place. We talked and the next thing I know we're fallin' asleep on the couch."
"What were you doin' in-between words?"
Knowing what he meant by that, Victor sent him a dark look. "Do I smell like fresh fuck to you?"
Logan knew that much to be true but still said, "I just find it hard to believe that the same guy who watches a camera all night can doze off just like that. I had to cover you ya know."
"Then take tonight off. Hell, take a week off," Victor retorted. "You think I'm happy with myself for snoozin' through the job like that? I've been givin' myself enough grief about this without hearin' it from you, too."
Logan quieted then asked, "What do you see in this dame?" Victor looked at him again. "I mean, yeah, she's got a nice rack- Kayla's is better, but…"
"You plan to shut up while you're ahead?"
"At first I thought you started this thing out of some sorta give-bitches-a-chance charity deal so she could make things right with Emma and Cordy," Logan kept on. "Now you're havin' little sleepovers? Vic, this chick ain't for you. She's snide, she's rude, she's full of herself…"
"Let's just say I got experience," Victor picked up his suit jacket, "in asshole tolerance."
Receiving what could only be called an angry pout from his brother, Victor continued dressing.
II
In the sitting area of his room speaking with Leon, Charles looked up as Erik led Hank, Alex, and Sean inside.
"Ah, good," the Professor reacted. "For a moment there instead of a runaway bride, I thought I had runaway groomsmen."
"Do forgive us, Lab Rat," Erik requested. "We've been seeing to things downstairs."
"Though it's more like following along while Joey sees to things," said Alex. He noticed his friend seated near to Charles. "Hey."
"Hey," Leon returned plainly.
Sean barreled at Charles. "Almost wedding time, Daddy."
The telepath chuckled and gave him a squeeze. "Yes." He stood up, leaving an arm around Sean's shoulders. "And I could not have a better team of supporters."
"I'm only happy it's not me delirious with anxiety this time around," Hank quipped.
"Yep," Alex smirked. "Now it's Charles' turn to get ball and chained."
"Can we please lock him in the linen closet until after the reception?" Sean wanted to know.
"You won't hear qualm from me," said Erik.
"Just throwing the jive around," Alex assured the room. "It's what I do. But seriously, nothing makes more sense than Charles and Emma. Mr. and Mrs. Mind."
Charles spotted someone lingering near the door. "Little one? What's the matter? Come in."
Joey said, "I don't want to get your suit grubby."
"I'll give you two choices," Charles offered. "Either you come to me or I'm coming for you. 3…"
"Uh oh, countdown," Sean recognized.
"Better move it, Eel," Alex cautioned.
Joey smiled and entered in full.
When he got near enough, Charles picked him right up. "I've hardly seen you today, what with you so hard at work downstairs."
Joey told him, "Everybody helped. I hope you and Mum like it."
"Well?" Logan stepped inside, followed by Victor. Both wore navy blue military formals and hats. "What's the verdict?"
"Gentlemen, you look excellent," Charles reacted favorably, "the picture of true security men. I must say," he faced them all individually, "you've all been far too good to me after I sprang this whole affair on you."
Alex gaped at him. "Dude, forget meeting Joey or finding Scott, I'd still be locked in a hole if not for you. I better be good to you."
Hank reminded, "I would not have met my own wife if not for you. And Raven and I would not have our family had you not secured the adoption."
Sean said, "You helped make me cool. There's no going back from that, okay?"
"You gave me a room big enough for me to host walking tours," came from Leon, "plus a home in general, which is always good."
"You're the best dad in the world," Joey told him.
"Not to mention one hell of a boss," Victor added.
"I must admit," said Erik coyly, "you're beginning to grow on me as well, Charles."
"At long last, hm?" Charles responded in a similar tone.
"Hey, I decided in about five minutes on the one girl I wanted to marry," Logan brought up. "And this is me we're talkin' about. Chuck, whatever sharp turns you decide to make, we'll be right there for ya."
Charles looked graciously between the men; his X-Men.
II
After Adrienne finished styling the golden locks into a desirable up do, Cordelia carefully situated the flowery crown on top of her head before tucking the short veil into it.
"You are so beautiful, sis," Cordelia said.
Emma reached up to squeeze her hand.
"Are you ready for this?" Adrienne asked.
"Only from the start of this courtship," Emma responded with certainty.
Cordelia beamed. "I can't believe this is really happening."
"And you're another big surprise," Adrienne said to her, "I half expected you to show up in sweat pants."
"Well, I expected you not to show at all," the girl said back.
"The alternative of Father ringing my neck did not sound altogether appealing."
Emma glanced up from her vanity mirror. "I'm glad. It's also nice not to see any residual nastiness over the Maid of Honor issue."
"Oh please," Adrienne dismissed. "I'd have withered and died from shock had you honestly selected me."
"I don't care if I'm the one sweeping up the gum wrappers at the end of the night," Cordelia stated. "For you and Charles to be together I'll be a one-girl band."
Emma pulled her in closer. "Your support has meant a lot to both of us. I hope you know that."
Cordelia replied, "And I hope you know Charles isn't the only part of today I'm happy about."
A delighted Winston walked in with Chris not far behind. "I thought I heard three gem stones this way."
At the two in full white tuxedoes, Adrienne put a hand to her hip. "Are you scheduled for a grave dancing after this?"
"Yes," Chris laid out across the bed, "we're mourning your steadily declining youth."
"Cease fire, children," Winston intervened, eyes going directly to Emma. "Let me see you." He took her by her thin hands to help her rise. "My little girl. I always knew you would make a stunning bride one day."
Emma's blue eyes twinkled. "It helped that I stopped looking sour long enough, eh Daddy?"
Winston said, "It helped that Charles Xavier clearly possesses a functional brain."
Emma smiled softly. "Adrienne supplied the dress."
"Out of necessity," the redhead claimed.
"You've always been as quick thinking as you are beautiful," Winston told her. "The same with Emma's cleverness and charm. And you," he cupped Cordelia's cheek, "So fun and fancy free with an immeasurable heart- the last of my gem stones…" Winston turned around to the one on the bed. "Then there's my diamond in the rough."
Chris sat up. "Oh boy."
"Extraordinary capability of immense potential and a plucky spirit."
Chris outlined a portion of the bedspread. "What about handsome?"
Winston raised an eyebrow. "You're my son, aren't you? My," gripping his scepter again, he veered about at them all, "look at all of you. How far this family has come." He placed a gentle hand over Emma's stomach. "How much we have to look forward to. But regardless of all else, you must know how deeply I love you all."
Cordelia immediately got up to hug him and before the others could likewise react, Becky and Scott entered on rapid feet.
"Auntie," Becky addressed in a mix of urgency and glee, "the minister is here."
"This is it," Emma realized.
"Let's get ready to take our places." Scott took Becky's hand and rushed back out with her.
Getting up from the bed, Chris went to wrap tight arms around Emma. "That little shrimp best take good care of you."
"He has," Emma assured quietly, "and he will."
Out in the fully decked out living room, Charles with Erik firmly at his right side stood near to Rev. Phelps. Joey and Cody remained in front of the two men. Situated at the piano, Sean played the wedding march. Positioned on either side of the entryway, Logan and Victor opened the French doors in a unison motion.
The McCoy children walked in first. As preciously instructed, Trav maneuvered with all the dignity he could muster while Kiki danced around like a little nymph sprinkling the flowers from her basket. When they reached Charles and Erik, Trav raised his pillow. With a swirl of deja vu, Erik pocketed the rings presented to him then laid a comforting hand on Trav's head.
The rest of the X-Men came along not far behind in various pairs. Cordelia linked arms with Alex followed by Kayla, who shared a brief glance with her husband, and Leon. Next came Hank with Maya and Frank who walked with Raven. Adrienne and a somewhat stiff Chris, partially frightened he would trip over something, made their way through. A joined Becky and Scott departed lastly. The males stood by Charles and Erik while the ladies formulated directly opposite of them.
Letting go of a breath, Sean stopped for a mere second before he raised the tempo. All stared at the doorway in anticipation.
Entirely on cue, Emma made her debut on her father's strong arm. Patting her hand as they went, Winston stilled when they arrived before the minister.
Rev. Phelps asked, "Who gives this woman to this man?"
"Her siblings and I do." Leaving a kiss on his daughter's fingertips, Winston stepped away.
Charles took the place the older man previously stood in.
"We are blessed to gather here on this first day of the New Year to bind together Charles Francis Xavier and Emma Frost in holy matrimony." Rev. Phelps faced the Groom first. "Charles, do you promise to love, honor, respect, protect, and provide for Emma for richer or poorer, for better or worse, in sickness and in health, and forsaking all others, so long as you both shall live?"
"I do," Charles promised.
"And do you, Emma," Rev. Phelps spoke to secondly, "promise to love, honor, respect, and obey Charles for richer or poorer, for better or worse, in sickness and in health, and forsaking all others, so long as you both shall live?"
With one stray tear escaping, Emma breathed, "I do."
Erik gave the rings over to the minister.
"Charles," Rev. Phelps handed him the diamond coated one, "Emma," she received the regular band, "place these rings on the other's hand and say, "with this ring, I thee wed."
The telepaths dressed each other's fingers and recited in simultaneous fashion, "With this ring, I thee wed."
"Then by the power invested in me by God and the state of New York," the minister carried on, "I present to you Westchester's first married couple of 1964, Mr. and Mrs. Charles Xavier. Now by all means, Charles, kiss your bride."
Removing Emma's unattached veil altogether but leaving her crown in place, Charles reeled her to him and joined their lips with a mighty vigor. Their on-lookers gazed on in a chorus of applause.
As they pulled back, Emma kept her nose pressed against Charles'. "That was fun."
"Now what?" An eyebrow wiggle from Charles followed the question.
IIIIIII
After all were seated and fed at the round tables set up on the other end of the massive living room, Frank tipped out of the room. He returned moments later, wheeling in the white frosted three layer cake with giant candy X crowned at the top. Numerous positive reactions sounded.
Emma came around with Charles to admire it. "Frank, did you make this yourself?"
"It's wonderful," said Charles.
Frank used an arm to hug each of them. "Congratulations, you two."
Erik got up next. "Excuse me," he raised a hand, "before the Groom and lovely Bride proceed with the cutting of the cake, the Maid of Honor and myself are prepared with speeches."
"So glad I'm not up there this time," Maya whispered to Sean.
Erik and Becky walked out to the clear center together.
"As always, ladies first." To ensure they would hear her, Erik lifted Becky up for all to see.
Slipping an arm around her father's neck, Becky held up a piece of notebook paper. "This is something I wrote after Scott and Auntie Em came to live with us." Audience sufficiently locked on her, she began to read.
Born miles and miles away
Our minds helped us find each other one day
Though we were far apart
We stayed in each other's hearts
Now it is as it should be
A Family are we
As we take this journey together
Please let our tie never sever
Joined in love, forever and ever
At the collective, "Aww," that resulted, Erik cleared his throat. "Well, they may as well cut the cake because there is absolutely no chance of me topping that."
"Speech, speech," Alex goaded.
"While we're young," added Sean.
Adjusting Becky in his hold, Erik pressed on with, "I've never been one to buy into repetitive love ballads about being meant to be. However, in the case of Charles Xavier and Emma Frost, I am fully convinced. So many pairs are made for each other yet so few are fortunate enough to find one another. A combined combination of class, sophistication, generosity, and the endless ability to love all those in their care, I offer my full support to my brother Charles and my sister-in law, the new Mrs. Xavier."
Emma turned to Charles. "What do you think?"
He hummed it over a moment. "Becky still wins."
Erik shook his head and said, "I must stop letting the pretty one go first."
Out of respect for both Sean's tired fingers as well as vocal cords, an album was put on for the first dance.
Charles responded to a tap on his shoulder by gazing back.
"May I cut in?" Winston requested cordially.
"For now." Charles placed his wife's hand inside her father's for them to take over the floor.
Cordelia decided to snag Charles for a dance and he happily obliged.
Before long, several of the others started rising from their chairs as well.
"You know," Kayla kept arms around Logan's neck while his wound about her waist, "you still look as handsome in that suit as you did on our wedding day."
"At least now I ain't drippin' in sweat," Logan recalled humorously. "And you're still enough to make a man go hog wild."
She leaned in to whisper in his ear, "Meet me after the reception if you want a real wild time."
Logan sent a low howl into her ear in turn.
"If I stand on your shoulders to snag the bouquet, do you think that would make me eager?" Maya wondered.
"Not a chance," Sean smiled.
"Are you alright?" Hank asked of a silent Raven.
Tucked under his chin as they glided along the floor, she replied, "Fine. Just wish I could have done more for them today. Or in general."
"You're here," Hank reminded. "That's all that matters to them."
Becky asked Scott to dance and they quickly formed a circle that included Joey, Cody, Kiki, and Trav.
Always a best man, Erik toyed with a glass of scotch, never a groom.
Beside him, Victor downed a soda.
"Is this a male gathering?" Adrienne approached their table. "Or can any despondent single elder sibling join?" The men held out invitational hands and she sat. "Nothing like a wedding to bring two people together, among other things."
"Just beautiful," Victor remarked plainly.
An annoyed Erik got in close to his ear. "I'm going to give you two options. Either you dance with her or I'll take your opportunity."
Promptly getting up, Victor extended a hand. "Let's cut a rug- again."
Adrienne smiled and accepted the appendage. "Took you long enough."
As the two departed for the dance floor, Alex, Leon, and Frank came to sit with Erik.
"Look at all of them," Alex sneered. "All gaga over each other."
"What is supposed to pass for romance is very reminiscent of common jungle mating rituals," commented Leon.
Frank crossed his arms with a scowl. "Think they're so great."
Hiding a small smile, Erik slipped arms around the three bitter boychicks.
"Attention, please," Emma called out, bound of specially selected flowers in hand, "I think it's time to throw the bouquet."
When Maya appeared ready to pop out claws, Logan guided Kayla a safe distance away and cautioned, "Hold tight. It's about to get ugly."
Turning around to them, Emma held the bouquet a moment longer before flinging it over her shoulder.
It bypassed the young girls and bounced against Adrienne's chest before landing like a bundle in her arms.
It took enormous willpower for Maya not to stomp her heel covered feet. "Oh come on! Two in a row?"
Coming down from the shock, Adrienne made a path for her. "Be my guest." She handed Maya the bouquet. "Please." She then started back.
Kayla did not miss the look that crossed her husband's face when she returned to dance with Victor.
Winston approached his new son-in-law a few minutes later. "So Charles, what did you and Emma have in mind for a honeymoon? London, Paris?"
"Hartford, actually," Charles said to the man's surprise.
Emma explained, "There's a lovely B&B out there. We're going into Connecticut drive in for a long weekend."
Winston nodded. "Just be sure to have the bill sent to me."
Chris remarked, "That might be the shortest honeymoon in all history."
Arm going around Emma's waist, Charles looked out upon the young people present. "We have enough reason to make a rapid return."
Emma pressed a hand against his chest and leaned into his side. Last minute planning, a bridal party made up of various colors, homemade food, low attendance, an aspiring but under experienced musician, and photography consisting of teenage boys taking turns shooting random pictures with the camera. January 1st, 1964; officially the greatest day of her life.