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Author's Note: This is Pepe and Penelope's wedding. Enough said here! Please go back to Le Pew Tails if you need your memory refreshed. (Current update: I have planned on putting this in Minuscule Tails for a long time and I finally got around to it. So, this story isn't gone. It's here! I hope to get back to Looney Tunes one day, but I'm exploring writing ideas! I haven't forgotten you all!)
To Have and to Hold
"Eet was my purity ring," he said. "Now, eet's your engagement/wedding ring, eef you say yes."
Penelope felt so touched by that fact. She felt more tears of happiness in her eyes. She didn't hesitate to answer.
"Yes," she said holding back a sob.
Pepe felt his heart race at her answer. She said "yes!" Could the night get any better? He looked lovingly at Penelope who brushed tears from her eyes. After knowing about her life from what she had told him, something good had happened to her. Her cold-hearted mother, older sisters who did not care for her, endless suitors she was being pressured to court and date. Only her father had been good to her, despite her mother's authority over him. Now she had just been proposed to and easily answered without hesitation. The best would happen now.
Penelope hugged Pepe before she kissed him sweetly again. It hit her that she was in love for real for the past days. Now she was engaged. She was a fiancée.
"Thank you for asking me to marry you," she said once she parted from the kissing.
"Merci saying 'yes.'" said Pepe. "I love you."
"I love you," Penelope said sweetly. "Your parents are going to be ecstatic my father will be so happy to know I'm alright and happy. Mother will finally get a bitter taste of medicine and- Oh no! My mother!"
"What about her?" said Pepe absent mindedly as he was held on to Penelope.
"Pepe, she will kill me for find out I'm marrying you!" Penelope felt despaired. "She will try to keep me away from you if so. She's probably been looking for me! If she finds out then I can't be with you!"
"Who cares?" said Pepe. "Zhat's her problem, not yours. She weell just have to deal weeth eet zhat you have someone zhat she hates."
"No Pepe," Penelope managed to say because she had begun to tear up again from the new upsetting thought. "She would never let me marry you no matter what. She's bound to find me in Paris about this time or in the next few months while we're engaged! Then she will take me away from you! You are considered "the poverty class" to her and you're not a cat! She hates skunks! She thinks they're the most lustful creatures ever!"
Pepe's heart sank at Penelope words. She had a point. Penelope ran away from home and ended up with him. Besides, it did sound scandalous that Penelope had been living with him for the past three weeks. It was only because she had nowhere else to stay, not out of something bad. If Penelope's mother was that bad, then Pepe would never see Penelope again. The thought crushed him.
"Zhen what?" he said. He looked into Penelope's eyes that were brimmed with tears. One fell from one corner and gleamed under the night sky. Pepe brushed it away tenderly with his two fingers.
"We must marry at once!" said Penelope. "Pepe, let's elope."
"We can't," he said. "I'm not zhe one who ran away, you deed."
"Pepe please," pleaded Penelope. "If you really do love me then you will do this with me. Get married tomorrow somewhere and leave."
"I can't leave Paris," said Pepe gently. "My family needs me and zhis eez my home. I was born and raised here. I was conceived here! My parents would be heartbroken eef I went away."
"How about we don't leave Paris, but we still get married tomorrow?" asked Penelope who understood Pepe's faithfulness to his family. "Please."
She locked her arms around his neck and got close to his face.
"Alright," he finally said. Penelope was so overjoyed she kissed him hard. "Tomorrow morning. Just please have a nice dress for eet. At least let eet somehow be a beautiful wedding."
"I promise," she said.
There was nothing else to do except go home for the night. The two lovers slept separately Penelope let Pepe have his bed back and she cozily nestled herself on the couch. She couldn't sleep well because she was so excited.
It was very early in the morning when Penelope managed to awake from what sleep she had. The sun was not out though; it was grey from rain that had just poured. That didn't bring Penelope down. She found Pepe already set for the wedding in his room. He was combing his bangs out. Penelope went into the room and hugged him.
"Save eet for later," said Pepe with a smile. Penelope who wasn't wearing her shoes since they were high heels, stood up on her tips-toes to kiss his cheek.
"I'm happy because of you," she said. She then went back into the living room where she left her shoes to put them on.
Before they both left the engaged couple sorted out the money that would be enough to give Penelope a wedding dress. It was just enough from what money Penelope brought with and what Pepe had saved up from his pathetic job.
The two of them parted ways as Pepe went to the courthouse where the judge, Rousseau and his wife Yvonne worked at. Pepe was hopeful about this because he mentioned to Rousseau five years before that he was serious about marrying Miniona, a pretty skunk he considered marrying, but found out that she had a job as a pole dancer in New York on the weekends. She would tell him she had sick aunt in New York who needed to be taken care of when the whole time she had lied to him. She didn't even love him, she wanted only one thing for him and that was something Pepe did not want. Just a week later, at Casbah where he was sent to by an old boss of his he met Penelope. Now five years later, Penelope was marrying him.
Penelope was just a block away in a bridal shop choosing a dress. She found the right one after looking at ones that had too many ruffles and lace. It was slimming around her waist with a white rose sewed on the left with two small strands of pearls. The straps where wide on her shoulders and the neckline was V shaped with the fabric overlapping the other. It was a modest dress, yet very beautiful on her. She had a veil that was soft and airy with a tiara that had roses to keep it in place. Along with the veil and dress was a pair of white flats that had beautiful detail.
She even got a bouquet of red roses to toss at no one. When she got to the courthouse something seemed wrong. She heard yelling in French, but she could identify the tone of one of voices as Pepe's.
Nervous she went to the bathroom and took her new dress out of its plastic covering. Even when she came out and took her bouquet out of the box it came in she heard the yelling. Worried, she sat in a chair and listened to the sound of thunder flashing outside. Rain hit the windows and she felt sad. Maybe they were not allowed to be married.
Meanwhile Pepe was yelling at Rousseau over the idea of marriage.
"I'm telling you I love and am serious about zhis one!" Pepe yelled.
"Zhat's what you said before!" snapped Rousseau. "You know what you are Pepe Le Pew?! You are a HOPELESS ROMANTIC!"
Pepe went quiet. Before he was, not now!
"Zhen eef you won't marry me to Penelope zhen I'll go somewhere else!" he snapped and left the office of Rousseau slamming the door.
Yvonne had been quietly sitting at her own desk and felt bad. Listening to the whole conversation she turned to her rabbit husband.
"Rousseau," she said. "I zhink you were a leetle beet to hard. He seemed serious zhis time. Besides, zhat was only once before, not twenty times."
"I don't care Yvonne," said Rousseau. "Eet's Valentine's Day today and I'm worn at after zhe past three cases. I'm not marrying someone who was an idiot before. I would believed Pepe eef zhe girl was weeth heem and she eez not. Maybe at anozher pole dancing club perhaps?"
"Zhat was not called for?!" said Yvonne. "You don't know everyzhing!"
She left him alone and went into the hall to catch her breath from her frustration at her husband.
Pepe had gone into the front room where Penelope was. Poor Pepe was seething, but that stopped once he saw her. If it was bad luck to see a bride before the wedding ceremony then he wanted bad luck. Penelope looked breathtaking, and then it sunk into him that he had to tell her what happened. Sighing he went to her.
"What happened?" she asked running up to him. "I heard yelling."
"Well," hesitated Pepe. "Rousseau does not theenk I'm being serious about you."
Penelope looked sad and rested her head on his shoulder. They both just stood there and took the other into their arms.
Rousseau finally left his office and happened to glance at the two. He remembered when he and Yvonne were deeply in love and now he saw the reality. Pepe was serious and the girl was real. Just the way Pepe held her and then kissed her head made his heart slowly melt.
Then he made up his mind. He would marry them.
"Yvonne?" he called to his wife. "Tell zhose two to come to my office."
Yvonne did. It was only minutes when the two were standing in front of him to be married.
"I hope I don't leeve to regret zhis," Rousseau grumbled under his breath. "Well seence no one weell speak up to prevent you two from marrying we'll go on." He eyes Penelope kindly. Penelope smiled at him and to Pepe, not once did she take her eyes of him.
"Penelope, do you take Pepe to be your lawful husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health for as long as you shall live?"
"I do," she said. She took Pepe's hand in hers.
"Zhat's good," said Rousseau. He then eyes Pepe firmly which made Pepe feel nervous.
"As for you Pepe, do you take Penelope to be your lawful wife to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health for as long as you shall live?"
Pepe had looked at him the whole time with threatening eyes. He spoke up to surprise Rousseau.
"You don't even have to ask me," he said. He drew Penelope to him and laced his hands to her shoulders. "I love her for real. I would do all I could to keep her safe and make sure she eez happy. I value her more zhan my own life. She eez a keeper and worth all to me. I have never felt zhis way about anyone before. Zhe past five years I've had of only knowing her have been worth eet. Now she weell belong to me and eef anyozher man comes to try to ween her heart, I weell give heem pain!" (He looked into Penelope's eyes.) "I love you Cherie, my Penelope Pussycat. I don't geeve anyzhing zhat you are a cat and I'm not! You're zhe woman I love weeth all my heart. I won't let anyone hurt you or try to tear you to pieces. I take you as my wife, and my best friend, to have and to hold. My response? Mine eez I do."
Penelope had tears in her eyes. Rousseau and Yvonne looked surprised, yet they felt content about Pepe. Besides, he pretty much just said his own vow from his heart.
"So…" said Rousseau. "Let's have zhe reengs." Simple enough were the answers and Yvonne smiled warmly as she heard the answers.
"With this ring, I thee wed Pepe."
"With zhis reeng, I thee wed Penelope."
"I now pronounce you both," said Rousseau. "Husband and wife. You may keess. Zhen sign your marriage license."
Penelope threw her arms around Pepe and they both kissed for a whole minute.
"I present," said Rousseau to Yvonne. "Pepe and Penelope Le Pew."
No longer was Penelope a Pussycat, she was now Mrs. Pepe Le Pew. (Also said in French Madame Pepe Le Pew.)
She opened her eyes. The night had passed and now it was late in the evening. The whole day before she had gotten married to Pepe. She and Pepe had spent the rest of the day on the rooftop they had confessed their love. So simple, staring at the view, with conversations and of course lots of kissing. Penelope was sure that she and Pepe kissed a hundred times that whole time. Not just little kisses, long tender ones.
Now she had awoke with Pepe at her side. Had they slept the whole day away? Yes, they had been awake all night until early morning. Penelope found Pepe's tux jacket was on her to keep her warm and Pepe's arm holding her close. Part of her wanted to stay that way a little longer, but she did want to be in his (now theirs) warm house.
It was only a little more than a few minutes that Pepe had awoken and they both went home hand in hand.
"Well," Penelope said. "I'm Mrs. Le Pew now."
"My last name never sounded so pretty unteell now," said Pepe. He was overjoyed to have Penelope married to him. The long search was through from their vows to have and to hold.
"Is there a certain nickname I should call you?" she asked. "Like "honey" or something?"
"Well, not zhat!" said Pepe. "My parents have called each ozher zhat. I'll zhink of zhem eef so. What deed you have een mind?"
"Oh nothing," said Penelope feeling shy in choosing a name. "Pep sounds nice. The first three letter of your name. I know it sounds silly."
"No, I like zhat." said Pepe. "Only you can call me zhat. Mine for you? Een zhe same case, Pen."
"I'm a writing tool?" asked Penelope teasingly.
"No eet's a short version of your name," said Pepe and stopped walking to pull her close to him. "I zhink eet suits you. Zhat name and "Beautiful" as a second option."
"A second option?" asked Penelope. "Then mine is "Handsome." Pretty much whatever we call the other is similar, isn't it?"
"Oui Pen." said Pepe. "I zhink Pen eez a spunkier version of Penelope."
"Whatever you think," said Penelope. "I don't like it, I love it!"
"We're almost home," said Pepe and nuzzled against her head.
"Good," said Penelope seeing the house that was now hers. She and Pepe didn't even know that the events from that night would bring a new meaning for them; parenthood.