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Chapter 21 “ Those Secret Vows

Relationship Status “ established

It was his wedding day. After all the trials and tribulations they had both endured, their intertwined lives had finally brought them to today, their wedding day, where their love and devotion for each other was about to flourish into the ultimate form of commitment, marriage. Who would have thought that he, the big, bad, rough and ready Wolverine, former assassin for hire would be saying ‘I do’, especially to the extraordinary woman who he was about to pledge the remainder of his long life too. If he was honest with himself, he would admit that he never thought that they would end up where they were today, especially after he thought all hope was lost after she became engaged to the Cheyenne mutant maker. However, fate smiled down at him and granted him a rare second chance at happiness and love. He had done the only thing he could do, he had seized the opportunity with everything he was.

His soon to be wife, he smiled at the thought of her becoming his wife, wanted to keep their nuptials a secret, only including the people that meant something to them. And as he wasn’t a man for grandstanding or any pomp or circumstance, he was all too willing to oblige and let her have her way. They had also decided to forego for now, the usual symbols of commitment, the rings, opting instead to let the words they would recite to each other solidify their vows. The Professor, Rogue and Remy were all too happy to lend a helping hand to the unconventional couple.

The Professor was rightfully ill at eased when they approached him about their plans to marry. He was concerned that it was too soon after her break-up with Forge for her to be making such a binding and life altering commitment in the wake of her traumatic experience with the maker. However, his concerns were laid to rest once he sensed and witnessed the rawness and authenticity of the emotions they held for each other. Their interactions with each other demonstrated to the telepath how much they were in sync with each other and they confirmed what he had long ago suspected, that the son of the wild and the daughter of nature were a true match.

Her husky voice brought him out of his reverie. "Are you ready to do this?" The cloud-colored hair goddess smilingly asked her agitated groom-to-be.

"As ready as I'll ever be, darlin'", was the gruff Canadian's reply. He turned away from the window providing a scenic view of the stunning Niagara Falls to offer her a small reassuring smile, as crooked as it may be. However, as he turned, he was rendered speechless by her unwavering beauty, enveloping him in that joyous feeling he gets every time he saw, touched, heard or smelled her. Christ! But she was a vision of loveliness before him. She was simply dressed in an aquamarine Grecian silk maxi dress and silver ankle strapped high heeled sandals, adorned with matching sterling silver/aquamarine teardrop earrings, bracelet and necklace. In her hands was a bouquet of her own making, comprised of her favorites of orchids and calla lilies with some baby’s breath sprinkled in. The enticing picture she made was so incredibly tempting, that he grew hard in his slacks.

Ororo stood there smiling lovingly as she watched him turned and slowly and stealthily made his way over to her. His eyes touched her with their luminous intensity and her heart turned over as she admired his strong, muscular frame ensconced in a white cotton dress shirt unbuttoned at neck and tucked into form fitting navy blue slacks, completed with freshly polished black cowboy boots. On his shirt was a small boutonniere matching her bouquet, the only, in his words, pansy-ass thing he'll allow on his person. The disarming handsomeness looking at her was enough to cause a weakness to permeate her body.

As he stood before her, she reached out to brush an imaginary piece of lint off his shirt. He reached out his arms, drawing her frame against him, resting his forehead against hers, their breath intermingling, their lips barely touching. She gave him a loving smile as she held his penetrating stare and announced, "I am glad to hear that, dearest."

Ororo was in a bubble of happiness. The man that stood before her was hands down responsible for that. They had found their way to each other after many obstacles in their paths, which made their bond stronger and fulfilling. Logan gave her so much and expected so little in return, only wanting her love, trust and loyalty. She gloried in all the tender loving he administered to her and gladly returned it to him. Logan’s love was unlike any other. It wasn’t faked, forced or summoned. It was natural and manifested from his heart.

"Christ, 'Ro, ya sure ya wanna marry a rude, crude, hairy animal like me?" He asked her while brushing back a single tendril of her white locks away from her face. His steel gray eyes have always mesmerize her and as she stared into them, Ororo couldn't help but feel that warm glow that he always caused embrace her. "I am positive, Logan. I love you with all of me." She laid her hands on his chest.

He covered her hands where they laid against his chest with his callused broader ones. "Good. ‘Cause I love ya too.” He gently pressed his lips to hers. After a few seconds, they lifted desire filled eyes to each other, each conveying their thoughts on this momentous occasion.

A discrete cough interrupted their intimate interlude. It was Charles Xavier. “Please excuse me,” his voice gently rang out. “Logan, do you mind if I take Ororo away from you for a few minutes?”

“Hell, Chuck, don’t ya get any ideas and run off wid my woman,” Logan replied jokingly.

The bald-headed man chuckled heartily. “I would not dream of it, Logan.”

Logan retook his position at the window he was looking out of earlier as Charles led Ororo to a secluded corner for what he assumed to be a tête-à-tête between adoptive father and daughter.

A few minutes later, she meandered over to where he was standing. He turned around in time for her to stand on tiptoes and placed her mouth over his. His arms closed around her hard and strong and drew her against him in a crushing embrace.

“Oh Logan, my dear heart,” she spoke into his mouth a scant second before his lips meshed with hers. It was a searing, hungry kiss, in which she felt an aching, throbbing need that matched his own. It was a kiss that tacitly pledged the vows that they were minutes away from reciting to each other, to love each other for better or worse, for richer and for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do they part.

“Now let's get this show on the road. Where the hell is Gumbo and Marie?"

“Right 'ere mon ami," was the reply of Remy Lebeau or Gambit as he was more famously known. He was similarly dressed as Logan, instead wearing a navy blue cotton shirt with the same boutonniere as Logan. Besides him was a grinning Marie or Rogue as she was called, wearing a one-shouldered, green jersey maxi dress, with matching green pumps and carrying a smaller version of Ororo's bouquet.

"Y'all ready sugahs?" Rogue asked in her southern drawl. Both Logan and Ororo nodded in the affirmative, the same time a petite middle-aged woman announced, "If the Howlett-Munroe party is ready, please follow me."

The four of them looked at each other and grinned, taking in the enormity of the moment. As Charles wheeled his chair to his X-Men, he couldn’t help but think that this moment was one of the most meaningful in his life. He smiled at the bride and groom, sending out a telepathic message to the both of them. I am proud of both of you and you honor me by having me being part of this glorious occasion.

Thank you, Charles.

Yeah, thanks Chuck.

After sensing the couple’s conversation with Xavier was over, Remy drawled, “Let’s get di both of ya married, oui!"

With that said the party of five turned to follow the hostess, entering the Falls Wedding Chapel.





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