In which Monroe waxes poetic about his intended... And the drinking begins! Please R&R!
The men made it to the airport, and checked in. The guys decided to surprise Monroe with an upgrade to first class, and Monroe couldn't stop smiling. Renard had arranged for a bottle of champagne, and before take-off, Monroe proposed a toast to them, and to Rosalee. It was only a two hour flight, but Monroe spent much of it huddled over a little notebook. Nick was seated next to him, and he craned his neck to look.
"Whatcha writing?" The tips of Monroe's ears turned red as he sheepishly showed Nick the notebook. It was a dense block to text in Monroe's distressingly perfect handwriting, but there were cross-outs, arrows, notes, and little doodled hearts with 'R.C.' and 'Rosalee' in them.
"We're writing our own vows... this may be the only time that I'm going to be able to lay everything out all at once, why I love her and my promises to her... I want them to be..."
"Perfect?" Nick asked with a smile.
"No, that's the weird thing; I'm not looking for perfect. I'm looking for right. If I was looking for perfect, I'd write her a poem. But I want the most honest words my soul can offer her..." he snorted quietly. "I sound like such a dork, don't I?" Nick shrugged, and Monroe continued. "You know, my Dad said he didn't think I'd ever get married because I'm a perfectionist. And he's right. You know it, I know it... Rosalee isn't perfect, and I know she isn't... but she's just right. She's my missing piece, and I'm hers, and together, we make a stronger, more beautiful whole... Like I never realized how empty my life was without her... or how much I want to be a father... how warm and tingly I feel when she takes my hand... how I'd do anything for her... how seeing her smile makes me feel like no matter what happens, we'll both be okay as long as we're together..."
"How she makes you doodle hearts like a preteen girl?" Both men chuckled. "Well, why don't you write that missing piece stuff down? That sounds pretty... right..." Monroe smiled slightly at the Grimm's suggestion, writing 'missing piece' in the margin.
"Well, it's how you feel about Juliette, right? Like you'd be missing something major if she was gone?" The question caught Nick off guard. Would he really miss the screaming? Would he miss the insults and put-downs? Her throwing things at him, punching him, slapping him? Ever since his zombie episode, he no longer bruised; he could feel pain and tenderness where a bruise ought to be, but there was never discoloration. Juliette was most pleased by this development, which she discovered when she smashed a plate into his face during an argument, He should have had a black eye, but his skin remained clear, even with the pain. She clearly had some deep-seated anger issues. He heard Monroe's voice once more.
"Umm, dude? You okay? You're going zombie-freakout on us. Please come back..." Nick shook himself.
"I think I need more to drink." Monroe nodded and caught the attention of a passing attendant, who brought them all small bottles of vodka.
"Prost!" Monroe said as they tapped their bottles together.