Who: Candy and Remy. (SHIP NAME: RANDY. I CAN'T BELIEVE I ONLY THOUGHT OF THIS NOW.) What: Remy has a present for Candy. When: Sunday afternoon. Where: Their apartment. Rating: PG. Status: Complete!
Most of the time, status quo was bad. At the very least, it was boring. But at this point, Remy was happy with it. And he’d bought Candy something to prove it.
He came back in from his little shopping trip, closing the door behind him. “Eh, Candy, you in, girl?” Remy kicked his shoes off at the door, going into their living room, bag in hand.
She was dozing on the sofa, remote in hand, having fallen asleep to awful reality shows. Currently a woman was fussing over teddy bears like they were her children, and Candy was snoring softly. Her hair was in her face, her feet bare. She was wearing one of Remy’s undershirts and a pair of his boxers, sprawled out contentedly.
Remy had to smile. She looked ... perfect, somehow. She was happy, and safe. He perched next to her, gently shaking her shoulder. “Candy. Wake up, cherie.”
Groaning, she sat up a little. “Huh?” Her eyes were rubbed by a listless hand, and she yawned.
“Sorry, petite. It’s just me.” He really just wanted to do this before he lost his nerve. Remy knew it was stupid, yeah, but still, this was one of the most important questions he’d ever ask her. “I gotta talk to you. It’s good.”
She smiled when he said it was a good thing, and she moved to put her head in his lap. “Okay,” she murmured, closing her eyes again. Candy wasn’t sleepy any longer, but she liked being close to him like this.
Remy stroked her hair. “You awake, though? Promise?”
That was enough to wake her. “I am now. What is it?” She leaned back, her mismatched eyes going wide.
“I said it was good.” Remy took her hand. “I just wanted to give somethin’ to you. We talked about it, so I thought you might like it now.” He’d just gotten tired of things being ‘understood’. There wasn’t enough certainty in his life.
“You could be softening the blow ‘cause I’m sleepy.” Candy squeezed his hand and smiled, pulling him down on the sofa with her. “But I’m awake now. God, the word talk is the worst one in the whole of the English language.”
“I guess you right. At least it sounds softer in French; parler.” Remy smiled. “But I promise, it’s good.” He handed her the bag from the store. “Open it?”
Candy moved to cross her legs, sitting over them and taking the bag. “Okay? Is this what you wanted to talk about? Where did you go?” She opened the bag and removed a small box.
“Open it, and you’ll see.” Remy knew how she’d react - at least hopefully - but still. He was a little bit nervous.
“Okay?” She blinked as she opened the tiny box, then bit her lower lip hard. “Cajun, are you - “ She’d been expecting him to propose, they’d been talking about it, but she hadn’t expected him to do it so soon.
Remy shrugged. “I wanted ... I don’t know. We been talkin’ about it. Just figured I’d make it official.” He looked down, taking her free hand. “I love you. Want you to have that to remember it.”
Candy bit her lower lip hard, looking at Remy. “Are you proposing?”
“Of course I am.” Remy smiled, swallowing away the lump in his throat. “Told you I was gonna.”
“You haven’t asked me yet!” Candy laughed and swatted him. “I can’t say yes if you don’t ask me!”
“We talked about this!” Remy swatted her back lightly, grinning. “Candy, there’s lots’a reasons I want to do this; it’s safer for you to have my name, for one. But the only one that matters is ‘cause I love you.” He did get down on one knee. Just to make it official. “Marry me?”
Candy just nodded hard, biting her lower lip and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “Of course I will, you idiot.”
Remy wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled. “Was that so hard?” he murmured in her ear before going for a kiss.
“Was it so hard for you to ask?” Candy grinned, wrapping her arms and legs around him, kissing him firmly.
“Just didn’t know you wanted it.” He’d give her anything she asked, and she knew it. Remy sighed, smiling, hand in her hair. “Just wanted to make it official.” He’d never say it out loud, but he just wanted to be hers.
“Candy LeBeau. Fuck, I sound more like a porn star.” She giggled, kissing him again, burrowing closer. “You’re lucky I love you.”
“Could hyphenate?” Remy joked. But he did get serious. “No, I just ... it’s safer if you got my name. I wanna marry you cause I love you, but there’s extra benefits.”
“I want your name,” Candy murmured. She ran her fingers through his hair. “I joke, but I want to be a LeBeau. I want to be part of your family, I want to be part of you. I know that’s sappy, but it’s true.”
“Eh, if you can’t be sappy now, when can you.” Remy pulled them both back up to the couch, holding her close. “I dun’ know, I just saw it, and thought now should be the time.” He took her hand and held up the ring. “Can I put it on you?”
She nodded, not really knowing how to say how grateful and loved and pleased she felt. So she just nodded, biting her lip and trying not to giggle.
He slid the ring onto her ring finger, flat out beaming as it seemed to it. “Hey, how ‘bout that.”
Wrapping her arms around Remy’s shoulders, Candy pulled him closer. “You did good, Cajun. Have I said I love you lately?”
“Nah, figure it’s understood.” Remy cracked, but really, he did. He knew she loved him. He was the sappier of the two of them, and he’d made his peace with that.