just_muse_me: 2.6.4. An Ideal Husband
2.6.4. An Ideal Husband
[Co-written with drcampbell]
Chase looked at himself in the full-length mirror mounted on their brand new bedroom wall and blinked. Then he blinked again, followed by pulling a face. “Is it too late to want to wear a suit?” he asked anxiously. “There’s too much breeze. Can’t I wear jocks underneath?”
Lachlan smirked at Chase and adjusted one of the sleeves on his Chase’s formal Argyll dress jacket. “Aye, ‘course. But then you really will just be a man in a skirt,” he offered unhelpfully. “Stop slouching. You’re wearing a tradition of my country here. Do it proudly.”
“I can’t do this.”
“Wear a kilt traditionally or get married?” Lachlan asked and lifted the edge of Chase’s jacket to check the clasp on the kilt was tightly secure and Chase wasn’t accidentally going to drop it in the middle of the ceremony.
“Both.”
Lachlan stepped in front of Chase and gripped his lightly by the shoulders. “Aye, you can,” he said calmly. “And you’re going to. She’s going to be on her way real soon. Tara just called and told me Rogue’s about done getting her nails all pretty for you. Her pals are downstairs with her dress as we speak. Think of everything you’ve done and put in to place to make this perfect for her. Think of your honeymoon. Think of the bairn, buddy. This is just the icing on the cake. You have to trust me on that. I’m the one already with a ring on his finger and I wouldnae change it for the world.”
Chase drew a shaky breath. “Alright, then I want to throw up,” he said, his voice becoming more and more choked with nerves.
“I’m nay going to let you do that either,” Lachlan insisted. He released Chase’s arms and picked up a small plastic box up from the bed. He took out Chase’s corsage and carefully fixed it into the buttonhole of the jacket, sticking his tongue out in concentration as he made it sat perfectly. Then he flipped open his own sporran and took out a tiny black velvet box and opened it, holding up the matching platinum wedding rings for Chase to see. “Your getting married, buddy.”
“Holy fuck,” Chase whimpered and started to pace back and forth in front of the mirror. He caught a glance out the window into their back garden which was now housing a large marquee tent for the reception decorated with gorgeous flowers and a red carpet leading in to it. “Oh shit,” he hissed as the pacing got quicker.
Lachlan pressed his lips together in thought for a moment and then went over to the window to check there was no balcony as an escape route. He peered into the adjoining bathroom to check the same. “Aye, okay, mate. I’m going to go and stand outside the door and give you fifteen minutes with your own thoughts. If you’re still freaking out after that, we’ll go to Plan B. You escape while you’re in here alone and I’ll get your fiancée to mutant you,” he warned with a smile. He patted Chase softly on the back and left the bedroom, closing the door behind him.
Chase suddenly stilled when he realised he was alone. The bedroom was still completely unfamiliar. He’d only been in possession of the house for less than a week. There was a small sprinkling of furniture throughout, but they’d have to go shopping for more after they got back from their honeymoon. Chase couldn’t remember a more hectic and draining few weeks of his life than what he’d just lived through. He wasn’t even sure how he was still standing except for about four Red Bulls and an awful lot of determination. Somewhere between the time they’d signed the contracts for the purchase of the house and the middle of August, he’d thought negotiating with the house vendors, solicitors and estate agents to get the sale expedited was a good idea. Somewhere he had decided surprising Rogue on their wedding day with their brand new home as the venue would be easy shit to pull off.
He couldn’t remember a time in his life he’d been more wrong, either.
There had not been a single easy thing about it. To start, the vendors wanted an extra $10,000 to cover the costs of the expedited contracts and increased legal fees to act quickly. Then had come changing every single detail of the wedding behind Rogue’s back. Her basic choices were all still there; the flowers, colours, food… it was all Rogue’s first preferences, but he had to book it all in Princeton, not The Hamptons, find a celebrant, meet with caterers, taste entrées amidst sympathetic morning sickness. The list just went on and on, and he did it all while feeling like a bloating, teary pregnant woman and still working full time shifts at the hospital.
But he’d somehow managed to pull it off and not keel over in exhaustion. He didn’t think Rogue was any the wiser, though he’d spent the last week jumping at every little thing that came out of her mouth for fear she was going to spring his plans and ruin the surprise. But it didn’t happen. As the weekend drew nearer and nearer, she seemed to become more and more bummed that they weren’t getting married. Chase was guiltily relieved at this because it meant she did still want to marry him and didn’t only want to marry him so their kid wouldn’t be a bastard. His mind was still stuck wondering what part of Rogue’s mind was trapped in Elizabethan times about the whole baby bastard thing, anyway, but he hadn’t had time to dwell on it too much. He figured once they were married, she would realise that the only bastard in the family was the one who got his penis arrested.
The only thing left now was leaving Rogue’s arrival in Tara’s hands. Chase trusted Lachlan’s Irish other half with his life and knew how determined she was to make sure Rogue was okay through it. As a recent bride herself, Tara could imagine how Rogue might be feeling seeing through the day that was supposed to have been her wedding with no wedding. Through it all, Chase had wanted desperately to keep as much tradition as possible. It’s why he didn’t tell Rogue about the wedding being “off” until after their Stag and Hens nights. He didn’t want her to turn around and say they could just postpone them, also, because then they wouldn’t happen at all. He also had to try and pull off the whole not seeing each other before the wedding thing. He’d arranged for Tara to stay the night with Rogue at the apartment while Lachlan demanded he drag Chase off for a boys’ night out if the girls were getting one.
Which was the next step. That morning, Tara had taken Rogue for a full day at a health spa to get pampered and to get her hair and make up all done so they could go on a girly night out on the town together that night - or so Rogue thought. She was really getting ready for her wedding at their new house, little to her knowledge. Tara had been on and off the phone all day assuring Chase that Rogue was fine and that they would be there in time. Time was ticking away rapidly and Chase was getting more and more nervous as it did. Lachlan had been brilliant, making sure all the little details Chase was too distracted to shoulder were done properly and soundly. The ceremony guests were already here and Chase realised now that it really was going to happen.
Chase and Rogue were getting married.
He went over to the bedroom window and looked out into their garden. The house was perfect and it looked gorgeous. The Hamptons could never have offered the deep personal touch to their wedding day that getting married in their brand new home where they were going to raise their baby could. It’s what had been the driving force for him to keep pushing on to pull the elaborate plans off. Now here he was, barely an hour away from the actually ceremony and it felt surreal. More than surreal… it didn’t even feel like it was him. Robert Chase. He’d always wondered if he’d get married and have a family one day, but as he saw past his thirtieth birthday a year ago, he started to write the chances off.
Then Rogue crossed his path and things had never been the same since. He smiled as he saw Logan and Cameron talking together nearby the marquee down below. Rogue, who had swept in and changed his life before he could stop and blink to realise what was happening. It seemed like so long ago that it had happened, but the timeframe didn’t matter. All that mattered was the here and now. Here and now, they were getting married. In less than two hours they really would be a Dr and Mrs.
He went over to the dresser and picked up a small green velvet jewellery box that had been sitting there since the afternoon before. He opened it up, inside revealing an ID bracelet similar to the one he’d giving her all those months ago when they first started officially dating. That one had declared ‘Not Yet Titled’. This one, platinum to match their wedding rings with an intricate Celtic design engraved in the ID plate simply said ‘Mrs Chase’. Chase drew a deep breath and let it out slowly. He closed the box over with a small nod and shook himself a little. It was fine. He could do it.
He was going to be a husband, and Rogue was going to be his wife.
- justalilcontact, doctortara, allison_md & hrtsevrytime referenced with permission
Word Count | 1,642
[Co-written with drcampbell]
Chase looked at himself in the full-length mirror mounted on their brand new bedroom wall and blinked. Then he blinked again, followed by pulling a face. “Is it too late to want to wear a suit?” he asked anxiously. “There’s too much breeze. Can’t I wear jocks underneath?”
Lachlan smirked at Chase and adjusted one of the sleeves on his Chase’s formal Argyll dress jacket. “Aye, ‘course. But then you really will just be a man in a skirt,” he offered unhelpfully. “Stop slouching. You’re wearing a tradition of my country here. Do it proudly.”
“I can’t do this.”
“Wear a kilt traditionally or get married?” Lachlan asked and lifted the edge of Chase’s jacket to check the clasp on the kilt was tightly secure and Chase wasn’t accidentally going to drop it in the middle of the ceremony.
“Both.”
Lachlan stepped in front of Chase and gripped his lightly by the shoulders. “Aye, you can,” he said calmly. “And you’re going to. She’s going to be on her way real soon. Tara just called and told me Rogue’s about done getting her nails all pretty for you. Her pals are downstairs with her dress as we speak. Think of everything you’ve done and put in to place to make this perfect for her. Think of your honeymoon. Think of the bairn, buddy. This is just the icing on the cake. You have to trust me on that. I’m the one already with a ring on his finger and I wouldnae change it for the world.”
Chase drew a shaky breath. “Alright, then I want to throw up,” he said, his voice becoming more and more choked with nerves.
“I’m nay going to let you do that either,” Lachlan insisted. He released Chase’s arms and picked up a small plastic box up from the bed. He took out Chase’s corsage and carefully fixed it into the buttonhole of the jacket, sticking his tongue out in concentration as he made it sat perfectly. Then he flipped open his own sporran and took out a tiny black velvet box and opened it, holding up the matching platinum wedding rings for Chase to see. “Your getting married, buddy.”
“Holy fuck,” Chase whimpered and started to pace back and forth in front of the mirror. He caught a glance out the window into their back garden which was now housing a large marquee tent for the reception decorated with gorgeous flowers and a red carpet leading in to it. “Oh shit,” he hissed as the pacing got quicker.
Lachlan pressed his lips together in thought for a moment and then went over to the window to check there was no balcony as an escape route. He peered into the adjoining bathroom to check the same. “Aye, okay, mate. I’m going to go and stand outside the door and give you fifteen minutes with your own thoughts. If you’re still freaking out after that, we’ll go to Plan B. You escape while you’re in here alone and I’ll get your fiancée to mutant you,” he warned with a smile. He patted Chase softly on the back and left the bedroom, closing the door behind him.
Chase suddenly stilled when he realised he was alone. The bedroom was still completely unfamiliar. He’d only been in possession of the house for less than a week. There was a small sprinkling of furniture throughout, but they’d have to go shopping for more after they got back from their honeymoon. Chase couldn’t remember a more hectic and draining few weeks of his life than what he’d just lived through. He wasn’t even sure how he was still standing except for about four Red Bulls and an awful lot of determination. Somewhere between the time they’d signed the contracts for the purchase of the house and the middle of August, he’d thought negotiating with the house vendors, solicitors and estate agents to get the sale expedited was a good idea. Somewhere he had decided surprising Rogue on their wedding day with their brand new home as the venue would be easy shit to pull off.
He couldn’t remember a time in his life he’d been more wrong, either.
There had not been a single easy thing about it. To start, the vendors wanted an extra $10,000 to cover the costs of the expedited contracts and increased legal fees to act quickly. Then had come changing every single detail of the wedding behind Rogue’s back. Her basic choices were all still there; the flowers, colours, food… it was all Rogue’s first preferences, but he had to book it all in Princeton, not The Hamptons, find a celebrant, meet with caterers, taste entrées amidst sympathetic morning sickness. The list just went on and on, and he did it all while feeling like a bloating, teary pregnant woman and still working full time shifts at the hospital.
But he’d somehow managed to pull it off and not keel over in exhaustion. He didn’t think Rogue was any the wiser, though he’d spent the last week jumping at every little thing that came out of her mouth for fear she was going to spring his plans and ruin the surprise. But it didn’t happen. As the weekend drew nearer and nearer, she seemed to become more and more bummed that they weren’t getting married. Chase was guiltily relieved at this because it meant she did still want to marry him and didn’t only want to marry him so their kid wouldn’t be a bastard. His mind was still stuck wondering what part of Rogue’s mind was trapped in Elizabethan times about the whole baby bastard thing, anyway, but he hadn’t had time to dwell on it too much. He figured once they were married, she would realise that the only bastard in the family was the one who got his penis arrested.
The only thing left now was leaving Rogue’s arrival in Tara’s hands. Chase trusted Lachlan’s Irish other half with his life and knew how determined she was to make sure Rogue was okay through it. As a recent bride herself, Tara could imagine how Rogue might be feeling seeing through the day that was supposed to have been her wedding with no wedding. Through it all, Chase had wanted desperately to keep as much tradition as possible. It’s why he didn’t tell Rogue about the wedding being “off” until after their Stag and Hens nights. He didn’t want her to turn around and say they could just postpone them, also, because then they wouldn’t happen at all. He also had to try and pull off the whole not seeing each other before the wedding thing. He’d arranged for Tara to stay the night with Rogue at the apartment while Lachlan demanded he drag Chase off for a boys’ night out if the girls were getting one.
Which was the next step. That morning, Tara had taken Rogue for a full day at a health spa to get pampered and to get her hair and make up all done so they could go on a girly night out on the town together that night - or so Rogue thought. She was really getting ready for her wedding at their new house, little to her knowledge. Tara had been on and off the phone all day assuring Chase that Rogue was fine and that they would be there in time. Time was ticking away rapidly and Chase was getting more and more nervous as it did. Lachlan had been brilliant, making sure all the little details Chase was too distracted to shoulder were done properly and soundly. The ceremony guests were already here and Chase realised now that it really was going to happen.
Chase and Rogue were getting married.
He went over to the bedroom window and looked out into their garden. The house was perfect and it looked gorgeous. The Hamptons could never have offered the deep personal touch to their wedding day that getting married in their brand new home where they were going to raise their baby could. It’s what had been the driving force for him to keep pushing on to pull the elaborate plans off. Now here he was, barely an hour away from the actually ceremony and it felt surreal. More than surreal… it didn’t even feel like it was him. Robert Chase. He’d always wondered if he’d get married and have a family one day, but as he saw past his thirtieth birthday a year ago, he started to write the chances off.
Then Rogue crossed his path and things had never been the same since. He smiled as he saw Logan and Cameron talking together nearby the marquee down below. Rogue, who had swept in and changed his life before he could stop and blink to realise what was happening. It seemed like so long ago that it had happened, but the timeframe didn’t matter. All that mattered was the here and now. Here and now, they were getting married. In less than two hours they really would be a Dr and Mrs.
He went over to the dresser and picked up a small green velvet jewellery box that had been sitting there since the afternoon before. He opened it up, inside revealing an ID bracelet similar to the one he’d giving her all those months ago when they first started officially dating. That one had declared ‘Not Yet Titled’. This one, platinum to match their wedding rings with an intricate Celtic design engraved in the ID plate simply said ‘Mrs Chase’. Chase drew a deep breath and let it out slowly. He closed the box over with a small nod and shook himself a little. It was fine. He could do it.
He was going to be a husband, and Rogue was going to be his wife.
- justalilcontact, doctortara, allison_md & hrtsevrytime referenced with permission
Word Count | 1,642