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A/N: This was inspired by the Wedding Wishes video on YouTube.
"What did you say?" Trubel asked as Candy relayed the details of the sleepover with her and Rosalee. They were sitting in backroom of the shop watching Rosalee fill some orders.
"Nothing. I pretended to be asleep," she admitted. "How lame is that?"
"Totally not lame," Trubel answered. "You can't say what you don't feel."
"That's the lame part. I do love him, or at least I think I do," she said. "Rosie, what do I do?" She looked at Rosalee.
"Don't ask me," Rosalee said. "If I knew anything about relationships, I wouldn't have the 'string of losers' as you call it, in my past. I'm still amazed Monroe has stuck around this long."
"Have you ever dated a Kehrsheite?"
"Seriously, no. Because I was seventeen and he bought me pot and beer, yes," Rosalee answered.
"What about you, Monroe?" she questioned her brother-in-law who had just come in from waiting on a customer.
"What about me what?"
"Have you ever dated a kehrsheite?"
"Yes."
"You did?" Rosalee asked surprised.
He nodded. "In high school. Her name was Molly."
"Were you serious about her?" Candy asked.
"I thought I was, but we were in high school, so probably not," he answered.
"Did you let her in on our little secret?" Rosalee asked.
"Um.., remember the Bart and Alice you first met?" Monroe shot back. "No way. She dumped me for a Klaustriech anyway. He showed her exactly what he was. Not a good thing."
"Did she go crazy?" Trubel asked.
"Not exactly. She got pregnant, delivered his creepy offspring at Prom then drank a bottle of drain cleaner when she saw what he did to her face for telling that he was the one who impregnated her."
"Dude, that was not a story I needed to hear," Candy said. "What happened to him?"
"He met up with something bigger and badder than him a few days later," Monroe replied, sounding casual, but Rosalee could see barely perceivable change in his eyes. She put down the pestle she was holding and put her hand over his.
"I'm sure it was a good thing," she said. "So what should Candy do?"
"About?"
"Telling Wu about our world."
"You already know my thoughts on that, but she's the only one who has a vote," he replied. "Now, as much as I love being included in any and every discussion around here, I'm leaving before I get caught up in another discussion like the other day. I have more manly persists to attend to." He kissed Rosalee's forehead.
"Going to decorate more?" she asked.
He shook his head. "Got to get my eggnog started."
"So manly," she teased kissing him back. "See you at home."
He pointed at Candy and Trubel. "Christmas Eve, our house, right?"
They nodded.
"Come on, Theresa, we have to get ready for work," Candy stood up, stretching. She had managed to get Trubel a job at the diner she waited tables at. Usually they worked opposite shifts, with Candy only working nights and weekends around her class schedule. "Gotta pay our bills or our mean landlady will kick us out."
"I'm such a witch," Rosalee deadpanned. "Just go on all of you. Abandon me to my potions."
"See you Wednesday," Candy called back from the stairs.
Candy's eyes lit up when she saw Wu and Franco enter the diner. They usually ate there when she was at work and they were on duty. This week they were working the graveyard shift. She smiled at them as she finished serving an older couple that always came in at Midnight for pie and coffee.
"Ah, the boyfriend is here," Mrs. Beyer said with a smile. "You are such a cute couple. Run along, Dear, we're all set here."
"If you need anything, call me," she said. She crossed the diner and slid into the seat beside Wu to take their order. His hand found hers under the table. If her boss found out, he'd have a fit, and while there was no way Trubel and Eduardo, the cook, would tell on her, Kasey, the other waitress saw passing information as way to career advancement.
"Hello, Franco," she said. "How are you?"
"Can't complain," he replied. "Good night so far?"
She nodded. "The usual?" He usually had a grilled chicken wrap and a side salad.
He shook his head. "Dressed burger and naked fries. My wife won't know if the weight gain is from eating junk or her Christmas dinner," he grinned.
"You?"
"Same," Wu said. "Can you take a break?"
She nodded. "Let me turn this in and get Trubel to watch my tables. Outside?"
He nodded.
She slipped the order to Eduardo and passed her ticket book to Trubel. "Ten minutes," she said.
"Yeah, well, Kasey's watching," Trubel warned. "So no longer than that."
"I haven't taken a break yet tonight so she can't say anything," Candy said. "If she starts griping, tell her you don't where I am."
Trubel rolled her eyes, but stuffed Candy's ticket book in her apron.
The frigid air momentarily shocked Candy as she wrapped her arms around herself and considered going back for her jacket. Before she could decide, Drew pulled her to him, kissing her as if it had been days and not hours since they had seen each other.
"What does your partner think of eating here every night just so you can spend ten minutes kissing your girlfriend?" she asked when they finally pulled away.
"He thinks I should marry you," Drew replied.
"Really?"
"Well, it's working out so well for him, he thinks everyone should be so blissfully married," Drew cracked. Franco's wife's disapproval of most anything to do with him was the source of many late night conversations between the two partners.
"That's so sweet," she smirked.
"When do you get off?" he asked.
"Two. Don't worry. Trubel gets off then, too," she said. "We'll walk home together."
"What are our plans this week?" he asked, nuzzling her neck.
"Rosalee and Monroe want us to come over there on Christmas Eve. Mom and DeEtta will be there to, so if you want to bail, I'll understand," she said.
"Nonsense. I'll be there," he kissed her again.
"Well, just be warned, Monroe is a little intense about Christmas," she said.
"Isn't that guy a little intense about everything?" Drew asked.
Candy nodded her agreement before spending the rest of her ten minutes kissing him.
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