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"Quaaa- shoooo, quaa-shoooo" Simon snored. Jeanette had tried to make him as comfortable as possible, trying to make it easier for him to breath. but the posies' smoke had obviously irritated his lungs, because he had never snored before.
"Okay, brothers inside; check. Doors locked; check, Simon asleep; check, food for however long necessary; I think that's a check. Alright then, I think I'm alright to sit down." Jeanette said as she found a chair and brought it over by the sofa where Simon was laid. She went through her mind again about everything that they would need for however long the people might hold a grudge then exclaimed,
"Oh darn tomorrow's Monday! Simon's got work!" She glanced over to his sleeping and snoring face, "I think he can miss a day for this." She sighed and kissed his forehead as gently as she could but Simon's eyes fluttered open anyway.
"Huh? Jeanette? What's going on?" He asked slowly- he was still tired.
"It's alright, Simon. I've got you, no need to worry." Jeanette responded. Simon tried to focus his vision on her and sitting up he replied,
"As sweet as that is and as darling as you sound saying it, it doesn't answer my question, sweety. Please I just want to know what happened, darling." Jeanette sighed and pushed him back gently so he was still leaning back against a pillow. She kissed his nose and said calmly,
"It's all fine, Simon. After you were knocked out, I'm sorry but I told them about how why you needed to quit and how you weren't crazy, then when they didn't say anything I untied you and brought you home. I told your brothers that they needed to stay inside for a while and locked all of the doors, mainly because I looked back on my way here and I saw some people coming. I didn't know who they were, but I think we're safe." Simon nodded and yawned- but his breath was hitched with a snorting sound.
"Huh? What in bloody-"Simon began but Jeanette interrupted before he could curse,
"They burned posies around you remember I think it's irritating your lungs. It'll ware off." Simon nodded sleepily nestled closer into the quilt. They sat in silence for a few moments. Then he looked around and motioned Jeanette to lean in.
" Maybe it was the smell of her perfume or the color that suits her just so, but I've always preferred Lilacs to posies. Posies have bright colors and smell too strong, always asking for more sun or softer soil or cleaner water. But lilacs can survive in some shade, and don't mind clay and don't ask for much water. They smell softer and sweeter and have light colors. But if you give a lilac what it needs it will shoot up from the ground and intoxicate the air with it's sweet smell. So tell me my dear lilac what is it that you desire?" Jeanette smiled softly at him,
"I wish you'd rest and heal so we can be married, and then no one can disapprove of us, for we will be married under God, and everyone would see that God loves you just the same as them."
Simon nodded and kissed her softly. (A/N: I did something unexpected!)
"If I were to ask you if we could get married right now, then have a celebration with our family later, would you do it?"
"Yes."
"Then ,Why don't we get married right now and have a celebration with our families later?"
"Alright, are you feeling okay?"
"Never better."
"Then let's go." The two smiled and got up, and Simon lead the way to the church in the town where he worked.
"Oh, Hello Mr. Seville. What may I do for you today?" the priest asked. Simon smiled and asked,
"Pastor, my little darling and I wish to be married, and her family doesn't quite approve of me and we decided that we were to be wed as soon as possible and until they like me without a large ceremony. . . ." The pastor nodded, and lead them out an old empty sanctuary.
"Why don't you stand here and I'll get everything." the pastor said. The two love-birds (or love chipmunks) obliged and waited for the pastor to come back. He handed them each a slip of paper with the vow on them and Simon read first;
"I, Simon Seville, take thee,_Jeanette Miller, to my lawful wedded Wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part, according to God's holy ordinance; and thereto I plight thee my troth." Then Jeanette read hers,
"I, Jeanette Miller, take thee, Simon Seville, to be my lawful wedded Husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love, and to cherish till death us do part, according to God's holy ordinance; and thereto I give the my troth." Simon smiled at her and read his next line as he slipped the ring from his pocket on her fourth finger,
"With this Ring I thee wed, with my body I thee worship, and with all my worldly goods I thee endow: In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost. Amen."
The pastor stepped forward and said, "with the power vested in me by the one true living, breathing God, I pronounce thee husband and wife. You may kiss your bride, Simon." And Simon did.