Thanks for everyone who is reading and commenting. A guest review pointed out earlier I had this described as Romy in the summary. Sorry about that, I was starting a romy and this at the same time. I guess I can't multitask lol. But please enjoy.
She made her way to her sofa and sat pensively, her stomach in nervous knots. Remy sat besides her. He pushed back the curtain of snowy hair behind her right ear to find her tear-streaked face. She looked out into nowhere and focused on nothing. Through trembling lips and with a wavering voice she said, "I couldn't do it." Remy's heart thudded mightily against his ribcage. They both shifted to face each other.
With watery eyes she said, "I couldn't go through with it." Her voice held a pleading tone, "Remy this baby is the only real family I have. I just couldn't…" He saw in her eyes the conflict and importance of this decision but was also confused by her explanation.
"Only real family?"
Ororo nodded, her head hanging low once again as she retold the story of her painful past. In a voice so soft, as if she was sharing a secret she began, "My father was a photojournalist and was given an assignment in Cairo. My mother was an African princess so he thought it was a great for her to be closer to her home country. I was about five when it happened. I remember playing with letter blocks on the kitchen floor as my mother prepared dinner. My father was looking over prints at the dinner table when I heard a deafening mixture of what sounded like whirling wind and a screeching locomotive rushing down the tracks. Then it just happened. A plane came barreling through. The walls, the ceiling, everything just caved in." She paused to regain control of the ache she still battled then continued, "My fathered was completely buried. I was trapped under my mother's body for four days…"
Remy pictured the tale Ororo told. He vividly saw a tiny, cherb like girl with two long ivory plats down her back wailing out for help for herself, for her mommy whose body grew cold and rigid on top of her and her daddy whose calls went unanswered when she hollered his name. He took her hands into his. "Merde. I am so sorry fo' ya loss petite."
Ororo shook her head fiercely as if were a way to disburse the past that still plagued her. Her thoughts were now replaced with those of the situation at present.
"You do not have to be a part of this. I understand if you are not. I'll raise the child on my own." His expression changed to one of bewilderment.
" Quoi? Non. Non, dis bebe is jus' as much mine as it is ya's. I'm gon' be dere chere, fo' ya an' dis bebe." Those words were the sincerest he ever spoke. He heard his father's unspoken words once again in his head, "Make sure that femme and that bebe have the LeBeau name."
He ran his fingers through the length of his auburn trestles as he stared down at his scuffed boots. He was sure she would think he was a madman. Only the senile would think to do something so whimsical, so spontaneous but for Remy it felt like the only option. His head snapped to face her as he blurted, "Veux-tu m'épouser ?"
Ororo's head swiveled towards his. He can't be asking what I think he is…Ororo studied Spanish during her years of schooling. She felt he knew what he was asking but didn't want to assume for the question was far greater any other she had ever been asked. Seeing how perplexed she was he translated, "Will ya marry me?"
She shook her head in shock and disagreement. "Remy, be serious about this. We can't get married. We know nothing about one another." He knew this was his shot at convincing her. His words conveyed eagerness as he started, "We can learn. Belle, we don' need no big flashy weddin'. We can jus' go down ta da courthouse. Dis bebe is my only family too. I nevah knew my real mere et pere an' da folks dat adopted me past on. I wan' dis child ta be a part of my life and if ya its mama den I wan' ya ta be a part of it also. Ya an' dat bebe are havin' my las' name." He took her face into his hands, his eyes steadfast on hers, expressing everything his lips couldn't as he continued, "Ororo, please marry me." His words were pure and true. As delusional as it may have seemed he meant everything he said.
A glint of light shinning off of a paper clip on her coffee table caught his attention. He picked it up and with skillful, spry fingers he fashioned a crude ring out of it. Taking her quivering hand he dropped to one knee and placed the clumsy ring on her finger. Gazing up at her he repeated, "Marry me Ororo." Though the whole situation was beyond bizarre a smile tugged at her lips. Her heart was starting to thaw, warmed by the act that Remy just performed. No, they were not in love and yes they knew nothing about each other but she felt that he risks he was willing to take for her and the child she was carrying was noble. Finally she answered, "I will marry you."