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Oh wow… I'm such a liar! I said I would update soon, and I even promised! So sorry everyone! If you're reading this, thanks for sticking with the story!

My thoughts and prayers go out to all effected by Hurricane Katrina, and the Evansville, IN tornado, (closer to home, it was scary!)

Chapter 6

It was a perfect night at the Phoenix. Everything was just right. Warren was pleased with the trouble Jean went through to make this night at her restaurant even more romantic. Warren and Betsy were given the best table he could beg for on this special night. They were seated in the back, a table off by itself, with a great view by the corner window. The lights were dimmed, the color of candle lit amber washed over the restaurant. Jean even hired a band, grand piano and all, to play softly by the front entrance.

Elizabeth Braddock looked amazing. Like always. She was wearing a silk lilac dress that fell down just past her knees. It hugged all the right places, but still left some things to the imagination. He'd never seen her look so beautiful. Her hair was pulled back tight, a few strands escaped to frame her face, and topped with a small diamond tiara. "She looks like a princess." Warren thought to himself and smiled.

They talked over dinner, which was also perfect, and recalled all the times they traveled together. Something seemed to always go wrong. But in the end it was the best time they both ever had. It was getting closer to the perfect moment. They were finishing up there dessert. He couldn't wait any longer. Warren stood up and placed his cloth napkin gently on the table, never taking his gaze off of her. She looked up and saw that he was standing, staring at her.

"Do you want to dance?" she asked.

"In a moment." He replied still smiling. He began to kneel and could see her eyes widen. This made him smile even more.

"Warren?" Betsy whispered, even though she knew what was happening, she could barely believe it.

"Elizabeth Braddock. You are the most wonderful, and beautiful woman a man could dream of. You've made all my dreams come true…" He paused as he pulled out a small black velvet box from his pocket. "Would you do me the honor of making one more come true, by making me the happiest man on earth?" He asked, he was trying not to smile too big and look goofy. She was still. She was waiting until he asked the biggest question.

"Betsy…" He paused and opened the box, revealing a huge emerald cut diamond, "Will you marry me?"

Betsy nearly sent the table and their desserts flying as she jumped up into Warrens arms. She kissed him deeply, and held him tight. But he waited for her answer. She could see he was waiting to hear the word.

"Yes!" she almost screamed she was so ecstatic.

They hadn't noticed the restaurant had become silent as they were being watched. Applause erupted when she said yes, and she was surprised that she forgot where she was.

Scott yawned as he stared at his computer screen. It was beginning to make his eyes burn. He put his elbows on his desk and rubbed his tired brown eyes. He then leaned back in her chair and glanced at the clock.

"Jean should be here soon…" he thought to himself. She called twenty minutes ago and said she was on her way. So where was she? Scott closed his lids, and began to dose off. He started fantasizing about his red haired wife. She would come in and started screwing him right then and there in his office, in his executive chair he was reclining in. Just then, there was a knock at the lobby door. Finally. Scott found himself almost running to the door. But he was disappointed.

"What are you doing here?" Scott asked.

"I believe I left something in Remy's office." Emma replied, "I saw the light on and decided to come on up and knock…"

"Well, Remy's not here." Scott said flatly, blocking the door.

"It will only take a moment…" Emma pleaded, "Besides, he won't mind me looking if you're here with me." She slid past the door and Scott. He rolled his eyes and shut the door. He followed her to Remy's office.

"Make it quick, I was just leaving." Scott said, not hiding his distaste for the blonde. She didn't answer, but continued looking for whatever it was she thought she left. Emma could sense Scott becoming annoyed. She quickly grabbed something of the desk.

"Ah, here it is." she stated smiling, as she turned to face Scott.

"Are you serious? A pen?" Scott was not in the mood for this bullshit.

"This happens to be my lucky pen." Emma lied through her teeth.

"Right." Scott moved to the door and motioned her out, "Well, time to go now, Emma."

"Don't you want me to stay and keep you company?" Emma smiled devilishly, "You look awfully lonely."

"No, I'm awfully annoyed and tired." he said as he walked into the lobby. Emma followed reluctantly.

"Well, if you do ever get lonely, or need help staying up…" She pulled a small card out of her hand bag, "Call me up, sexy." Emma pulled him fast and kissed his lips hard. He immediately pushed her away, disgusted by her behavior.

"Get out." Scott said sternly as he went to the door, "Before I call security."

"Alright, alright," Emma walked towards the door, "You're no fun."

Scott shut the door. He thought he had shut it when she came in. He was so tired he couldn't even think straight. And he especially didn't need that slut trying to screw up his life. He went back to his office and began working again. Jean should be here any minute.

She was furious. She was hurt. Above all, she was confused. Jean couldn't believe what she had seen at Scott's firm. Why was he kissing her? He barely knew her. Did he know her? She had so many thoughts going through her mind. She didn't even know where she was going. Once in a while she would make a turn, her tires squealing in her fury. There were tears now. She always cried when she got this mad. No, no. She's never been so mad, so hurt, in her entire life. Why would he do that? He wouldn't. There's no way he would. Something's not right. She should go back and find out the truth.

"Oh great." Jean said, frustrated and red, "I hate the rain."

It began pouring right when she decided to go back and confront him. She turned around, but didn't slow down. "The faster I get there, the faster this will be fixed." she thought through her anger. She leaned and opened her glove box in hopes to find a tissue. She searched blindly with her hand. She closed the glove box and started looking in her purse. Jean didn't see the red light. Nor did she see the truck that slammed into the drivers side of her car.

Rogue reached the door to her and Remy's apartment. She opened it and placed her keys on a side table. She was surprised to see that the apartment was dim. Candle lit. She walked down the short hallway smiling. She turned the corner to see a table full of food and roses on it. Rogue was wondering what the big occasion was, and for a moment she was worried that Remy somehow knew about the baby.

"Welcome home," Remy said as he stood by the kitchen with a bottle of wine, "have a seat."

"What is all this?" Rogue asked as she sat down. "Well, he doesn't know if he's going to pour me a glass of wine… that's good."

"This, my love… " he paused as poured two glasses of red wine, "is a celebration."

"Of what?" Rogue said nervous again.

"That we both have tonight off." Remy laughed.

"Oh, right." Rogue smiled, truly happy that they were together alone tonight.

They continued talking softly while they ate. Rogue pretending to sip her wine, but only tasting it on her lips. It was one of her favorites. Dinner was amazing. He was an amazing cook and he even made dessert.

"Wow, Remy, this whole dinner was amazing." Rogue said before "sipping" her wine.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it." Remy smiled as he appreciated her beauty.

There was a few moments of silence, but not uncomfortable. Finally, Remy thought it was a good time as any to bring up his trip.

"My father called today." He said simply.

"Oh yeah? How is he?" Rogue asked smiling.

"Not so good…" He paused and watched her smile disappear.

"He's in trouble?" Rogue asked, "Again?"

Remy nodded as he looked away from her. He stared at the city lights on the buildings, watching the room lights turning on and off.

"I have to go down there…" He paused turning back to face her, "for a little while."

"What's a little while?" Rogue asked drearily.

"I'm not sure…" He paused again thinking, "It could be a couple of days… or even months."

"Months?" Rogue raised her voice, she couldn't help it. "Did you say months?"

"It'll probably be just a few weeks…" Remy trailed off.

"Probably not." said Rogue. Her arms were crossed and her mouth frowning. "Will you be back for my father's birthday party?"

"I don't know." He replied.

"You don't know? Remy, it's three months from now!" she was shouting, "I know you don't like my dad, but I had to beg you to go with me… how convenient for you that you have to help your father, again." Rogue stood up and took her plate into the kitchen.

"Hey! You're damn' right I'm gonna choose my dad over yours!" Remy was yelling now too. "My father never screwed my fianceé!"

"It takes two to tango, Mr. LeBeau!" She yelled at him as she walked back to the table to clean up more, "How do you know he didn't?" she said under her breath, but apparently loud enough for him to hear it.

"Don't give me that shit, Rogue," he was furious, "you don't even know what you're talking 'bout! I mean, Jesus Christ, he cheated on your mom! How can you not be mad at him?"

"I was, but I'm over it now." Rogue said quietly.

"Why? Because she's not really your mother?" Remy asked harshly. He felt bad the moment he said it. Rogue stopped dead in her tracks, her back to him. Why was he saying these things? So what, she's adopted. Big deal. Raven had been her mom all her life. Why was he being so mean? She felt hurt and angry. She took the rest of the stuff to the kitchen without saying a word. She walked to the bedroom and opened the closet. She pulled out a duffle bag and started filling it with her clothes. Remy came and stood in the door way. A pitiful look was on his face.

"What are you doin', chere?" Remy asked quietly, there was a sadness, a sorrowful sound in his diction.

Rogue didn't answer. She was feeling nauseas. Strange. She had almost forgotten about being pregnant until just now. She went into the bathroom and retrieved a few more essentials. She came out with a sick look on her face. Never once did she look at her fiancé.

"Please, chere…" Remy paused as he followed her out of the bedroom, "what are you doin'?" he pleaded with her.

"You go on your little trip, Remy." She said, now facing him with barely any expression, "But I'm not going to sit around here waiting for when, or if, you come back this time." She turned to the door, he grabbed her arm to stop her, but she pulled away. Within seconds, she was gone.

Remy couldn't believe what just happened. He walked over to the table where they had just had a beautiful dinner moments before. He hated himself. With one swift motion he flipped the table over like it was nothing, sending the remaining food and wine flying. He walked down the hall toward the master bedroom. He was still furious. He decided to take his frustrations out on something else. He punched a fist sized whole in the wall, as he kept walking. He reached his room, and slammed the door shut. He was afraid he just ruined his whole life.

Well, that was fun! Glad to see that some people are still with me! The next chapter will focus mainly on Warren and Betsy… but some other great characters will be in there too! Remember to review so I know you're still reading!