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When Remy woke the next morning his head felt like it was split in half. He groaned and rolled over, immediately wished he hadn't. Sunlight immediately streamed into the room as Rogue open the currents. "Morning Remy how are you on this bright shiny day?"

Remy's eyes were squeezed shut. He couldn't speak and wanted to just roll over and die. "Hello chere."

"Would you like to come down to breakfast with me? Jean made some nice greasy bacon and eggs for everyone. Doesn't that sound yummy?" Rouge asked her fiancé.

Remy grimaced in a queasy sort of way. He had stayed out the night before drinking with Logan. He didn't know if Rogue knew, but she was awfully cheery so chances are that she didn't know. "Uh Rogue I think I may have come down with the flu or something."

"Oh yeah I think I've heard of that. Yeah it's called the booze flu, dumbass." Rogue yelled at the Cajun making him wince in pain. 'So much for my cheerfulignorant of my misdeeds theory.' He thought.

"Oh so you know about last night?" He said sheepishly.

She looked down at him and he thought he saw a little pity in her eyes. She cracked open a bottle of aspirin and hand him two with a cup of coffee. "Yeah Cajun I know about last night. I showed up and got you out of the bar. I guess when I got there you pretty out of it. Well take these and drink this. We have a pretty busy day today and I still have to go give the coffee and pills treatment to Kitty." She said as she left.

When Remy entered the rec. room, he found Rogue waiting for him. She had a notebook in hand that was full of wedding stuff. He then remembered that he had to find a tuxedo and she had to find a decent florist, among other things. She glanced up when he entered and she said, "Good your up. Let's go. We have a lot to get done."

"Chere do I really have to go with you? I can go get a tuxedo like up to a week before the wedding. Have you even set the date yet?" Remy mouthed off.

Rogue turned to him with a feral look in her eyes. "The date is two months from now. I had two make it a day when the reception hall was free and when a decent caterer could be hired. I told you this last week. God am I the only one who cares about this wedding."

Remy held up his hands in defeat and said, "Alright where to first Rogue?"

Rogue was immediately mollified. "First we go pick up the invitations, then the florist, and then to the tuxedo shop. By the way have you found your groomsmen yet?"

He had and quickly told her so in the hopes that she would cut him some slack for the rest of the day. "I asked John and Piotr to be my groomsmen."

She looked at him expectantly. "Okay, but you need another one. Is one of the other two your best man? Do you even have any other friends?"

All Remy could say is, "No."

Rogue sighed in angry disappointment. Then she had an idea. "You know you can ask my brother Kurt if he could be a groomsman. I'm sure he would do it and it might help him…you know not hate you."

Remy looked to the sky and hoped that lightening would strike him down so that he would not have to ask Kurt to be in the wedding. "You are joking right? There is no way in hell that I am going to ask him."

"If you don't ask him I'm going to ask Scott to do it. Your choice. Kurt or Scott?" Rogue told him.

"Fine I'll ask Kurt. Marriage is going to be a lot of fun, isn't it." He asked.

"Depends on haw you feel about strong willed bitchy women." She said reading from her notebook and marking something off.

He steeled himself. "Bring it on. Can't wait."

They got into the car and left the mansion grounds.

When they got back from there errands Rogue had told Remy to go ask Kurt to be part of their wedding. It was not something they wanted to do. However, she was very stressed out and he was afraid if he disobeyed her he would be punished. He looked for him all over the mansion and finally found him in the kitchen.

"Hey Kurt, I needed to have a word with you. Well you see your sister had this crazy idea that we aren't close enough."

Kurt scoffed. "Crazy idea…I hate you."

Remy clapped his hand over Kurt's mouth. "Shh… If your sister hears you we may never make it out of this room alive. Look I really don't like this, but Rogue is temporarily insane and she wants you to be a groomsmen. Will you do it?"

Kurt looked at him as if he had grown an extra head and screamed, "I hate you."

Remy yelled "I hate you, too, will you be my best man?'

Kurt answered him in the same tone. "Yes."

"Okay. We'll go to get your guys tux's next week." Remy said as he left the room. That was easier than he thought. Now maybe he could go get some sleep.

"Remy I need you to help me with a wedding thing?" Rogue yelled to him before he even got up the stairs.

Or maybe he would not rest again until after the wedding.

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