Whispers

 
 

thanks

They snuggle in on the couch in front of the fire together. Rogue lays her head on his shoulder, and he wraps his arm around her, holding her close.

She sighs softly. "Remy."

"Chère?"

"Thank you."

The words give him pause. He gently brushes back the hair from her eyes. "For what, chérie?" he whispers against her.

Rogue snuggles closer into him. "For everything."

He follows her gaze around their house, the pictures full of memories, their hands clasped over their unborn child. He leans over and kisses her, savoring her open acceptance—and return.

"You're everything, chère," he whispers.



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