“Don’t you ‘Mami’ me. I’m not the one who went off and got married by a unicorn.”
Raina Aguilar is less than pleased about the fact that her only daughter went and eloped just because the world was ending. Her dramatics, however, are less than impressive to her daughter, who is currently sitting at the kitchen table, face buried in her hands.
Bea raises her hand because it’s still safe for her to speak. “Technically, Lurue is the goddess of unicorns. I don’t think she’s an actual unicorn. And we were married in a very nondenominational ceremony.”
Raina turns her very intense angry stare on Bea and raises an eyebrow. Bea stares back, before reaching for her mug.
“This café con leche is delicious.”
Satisfied that Bea isn’t going to interrupt again, she turns back to her daughter. “You’re not married.”
“Mami, we are ...”
“You are not married!” Her hand comes down against the counter. “Not until there are dresses, and your father gives you away, and I am there to see it!”
Rosario sighs heavily before looking over her father, sitting at the other end of the table, and he holds up his hands in protest. “Don’t look at me. You’re the one who got yourself into this mess.”
Then, she turns to Bea, who looks up at her wife briefly and points down at her mug. “Delicious café con leche.”
Rosario sighs, before turning to her mother again. “Penguins.”
“What?” Raina frowns.
“Bea says she wanted penguins at the wedding. We’ll do your ‘real wedding’ if you find a way to make penguins work.”
Bea’s brow furrows. “Now you want to enforce my wish for penguins?”
Rosario’s too busy staring down her mother. Raina considers carefully, one hand resting on her hip. It’s a battle of wills, and she who gives too much will lose. “And what happens if I don’t honor this ridiculous bird request?”
“You have to accept our wedding as it was.”
Raina dismisses that with a wave of her hand. “I’ll make it work. There will be penguins.”
Rosario glances over at her wife again, and Bea raises her eyebrows in return. “This, I kinda have to see.”
“You and me both.”
“Good. We’ll have it this weekend.”
Rosario squints. “That’s fast.”
“If I don’t do it quickly, you’ll try to writhe your way out of it again.” Raina then reaches forward, taking her daughter by the arm and pulling her out of the room. “Come. We have a lot to do, and it’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding.”
Rosario blinks but doesn’t fight, at least not physically. She lets her mother haul her up by the arm and take her away. “We’re already married! And you said the wedding is this weekend!”
“You eloped. You need all the good luck you can get.”
The two women exit and Ernesto sighs, before glancing over at Bea. “They’re going to be busy a while. Want to try and see a movie?”
Bea laughs, before nodding her agreement. “Sounds like fun.”
- - - - - -
The door to what used to be Rosario’s bedroom closes and Bea picks her head up from the bed with a small, sleepy frown. “What are you doing here?” It’s been days since she and Rosario have spent any time together, her mother fully committing to the not-seeing-the-bride-before-the-wedding schtick. Raina is even making Rosario sleep in a separate room, even though they are still already married.
They both know that this is part of their punishment for rushing ahead of the rest of the usual steps, but there are only so many days Rosario can sleep alone before she starts going a little crazy.
“I’m tired, I’m frustrated, and I want to sleep with my wife in my bed.”
“I’m not about to disagree with you,” Bea nods, pushing back the covers and opening a space for Rosario to climb in next to her. “But make sure you’re gone before your mom gets up. I’m working hard to stay on her good side.”
Rosario snorts, before crawling into the space offered, curling into her wife’s side with a happy sigh. “I know she’s hurt. But is it bad that I’m not that sorry?”
Bea laughs. “I don’t know. She’s your mother.”
“She’s my mother who’s not even married. It’s a little hypocritical if you ask me.”
“Why? That she chose to live in sin over committing?”
“No. That my mother is holding me to something incredibly traditional standard that she’s not meeting herself.”
Bea sighs, tucking her head against the top of Rosario’s. “I think she’s just feeling a little left out. And yes, she may be trying to punish you a little, but it’s a punishment of love.”
Rosario pouts. “I just wish part of the punishment didn’t mean only seeing you at meals every day.”
“You and me both, babe.” Bea leans in to kiss the pout away, before curling in closer. “Now go to sleep. Remember, you have to sneak out of here early.”
Rosarion laughs, before curling in closer and closing her eyes. One good night’s sleep may be all she gets this week, so she’ll have to make it count, for now.
- - - - - -
The day of the wedding arrives and Rosario has managed to wrangle a few non-traditional things to make the day a little easier and a bit less formal. She can hear her mother’s friends and fellow clerics filling the seats they’ve set out in the backyard, but she’s not worried about them. Mostly, she’s smoothing down her dress, waiting for Bea so they can walk down the aisle together.
The door to the waiting room opens, and Bea steps through, her hair swept up over her head in a look that somehow reminds her of an ocean wave. Rosario can’t help the smile that crosses her face at the sight of her. “You look amazing.”
“I’m pretty sure there’s enough hairspray in this hair that it would stand up, even if there weren’t a million pins in it.”
“That’s kind of the point of hairspray.” She reaches a hand out gently to take Bea’s hand and give it a soft squeeze. “Ready for our big day.” A pause. “Again.”
Bea laughs, squeezing Rosario’s hand in return. “I’m ready when you are.” There’s a pause as Rosario signals the usher to let the rest of the room know they’re ready, and Bea smiles when she looks back again. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Rosario nods. “And thank you for putting up with all this.”
“For you? Anything.”
The doors swing open, revealing a long aisle flanked on either side by white chairs full of people. Standing at the front is Raina, already crying at the sight of her daughter and future daughter-in-law. Meanwhile, wandering around her and chirping at the head of the aisle are penguins.
They don’t look one hundred percent like real penguins. They are glowing slightly around the edges, which means they conjured celestial penguins for the occasion. But given the short notice of all of this, it's still pretty damn impressive.
“Holy shit,” Bea grins, eyes taking in the entire scene. “She got us penguins.”
“I honestly didn’t expect her to manage that,” Rosario admits with a nod. “I am very impressed.”
Bea tips her head to the side, letting it rest against Rosario’s shoulder, looping her arm in her wife’s. “Guess we better go hold up our end of the bargain.”
Rosario nods as she moves to reach for her flowers. “We’d kind of look like jerks if we didn’t.
Bea pushes up, pressing a quick kiss to Rosario’s cheek, before stepping forward to pull her down the aisle. “Then let’s go get married.”
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“Don’t you ‘Mami’ me. I’m not the one who went off and got married by a unicorn.”
Raina Aguilar is less than pleased about the fact that her only daughter went and eloped just because the world was ending. Her dramatics, however, are less than impressive to her daughter, who is currently sitting at the kitchen table, face buried in her hands.
Bea raises her hand because it’s still safe for her to speak. “Technically, Lurue is the goddess of unicorns. I don’t think she’s an actual unicorn. And we were married in a very nondenominational ceremony.”
Raina turns her very intense angry stare on Bea and raises an eyebrow. Bea stares back, before reaching for her mug.
“This café con leche is delicious.”
Satisfied that Bea isn’t going to interrupt again, she turns back to her daughter. “You’re not married.”
“Mami, we are ...”
“You are not married!” Her hand comes down against the counter. “Not until there are dresses, and your father gives you away, and I am there to see it!”
Rosario sighs heavily before looking over her father, sitting at the other end of the table, and he holds up his hands in protest. “Don’t look at me. You’re the one who got yourself into this mess.”
Then, she turns to Bea, who looks up at her wife briefly and points down at her mug. “Delicious café con leche.”
Rosario sighs, before turning to her mother again. “Penguins.”
“What?” Raina frowns.
“Bea says she wanted penguins at the wedding. We’ll do your ‘real wedding’ if you find a way to make penguins work.”
Bea’s brow furrows. “Now you want to enforce my wish for penguins?”
Rosario’s too busy staring down her mother. Raina considers carefully, one hand resting on her hip. It’s a battle of wills, and she who gives too much will lose. “And what happens if I don’t honor this ridiculous bird request?”
“You have to accept our wedding as it was.”
Raina dismisses that with a wave of her hand. “I’ll make it work. There will be penguins.”
Rosario glances over at her wife again, and Bea raises her eyebrows in return. “This, I kinda have to see.”
“You and me both.”
“Good. We’ll have it this weekend.”
Rosario squints. “That’s fast.”
“If I don’t do it quickly, you’ll try to writhe your way out of it again.” Raina then reaches forward, taking her daughter by the arm and pulling her out of the room. “Come. We have a lot to do, and it’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding.”
Rosario blinks but doesn’t fight, at least not physically. She lets her mother haul her up by the arm and take her away. “We’re already married! And you said the wedding is this weekend!”
“You eloped. You need all the good luck you can get.”
The two women exit and Ernesto sighs, before glancing over at Bea. “They’re going to be busy a while. Want to try and see a movie?”
Bea laughs, before nodding her agreement. “Sounds like fun.”
The door to what used to be Rosario’s bedroom closes and Bea picks her head up from the bed with a small, sleepy frown. “What are you doing here?” It’s been days since she and Rosario have spent any time together, her mother fully committing to the not-seeing-the-bride-before-the-wedding schtick. Raina is even making Rosario sleep in a separate room, even though they are still already married.
They both know that this is part of their punishment for rushing ahead of the rest of the usual steps, but there are only so many days Rosario can sleep alone before she starts going a little crazy.
“I’m tired, I’m frustrated, and I want to sleep with my wife in my bed.”
“I’m not about to disagree with you,” Bea nods, pushing back the covers and opening a space for Rosario to climb in next to her. “But make sure you’re gone before your mom gets up. I’m working hard to stay on her good side.”
Rosario snorts, before crawling into the space offered, curling into her wife’s side with a happy sigh. “I know she’s hurt. But is it bad that I’m not that sorry?”
Bea laughs. “I don’t know. She’s your mother.”
“She’s my mother who’s not even married. It’s a little hypocritical if you ask me.”
“Why? That she chose to live in sin over committing?”
“No. That my mother is holding me to something incredibly traditional standard that she’s not meeting herself.”
Bea sighs, tucking her head against the top of Rosario’s. “I think she’s just feeling a little left out. And yes, she may be trying to punish you a little, but it’s a punishment of love.”
Rosario pouts. “I just wish part of the punishment didn’t mean only seeing you at meals every day.”
“You and me both, babe.” Bea leans in to kiss the pout away, before curling in closer. “Now go to sleep. Remember, you have to sneak out of here early.”
Rosarion laughs, before curling in closer and closing her eyes. One good night’s sleep may be all she gets this week, so she’ll have to make it count, for now.
The day of the wedding arrives and Rosario has managed to wrangle a few non-traditional things to make the day a little easier and a bit less formal. She can hear her mother’s friends and fellow clerics filling the seats they’ve set out in the backyard, but she’s not worried about them. Mostly, she’s smoothing down her dress, waiting for Bea so they can walk down the aisle together.
The door to the waiting room opens, and Bea steps through, her hair swept up over her head in a look that somehow reminds her of an ocean wave. Rosario can’t help the smile that crosses her face at the sight of her. “You look amazing.”
“I’m pretty sure there’s enough hairspray in this hair that it would stand up, even if there weren’t a million pins in it.”
“That’s kind of the point of hairspray.” She reaches a hand out gently to take Bea’s hand and give it a soft squeeze. “Ready for our big day.” A pause. “Again.”
Bea laughs, squeezing Rosario’s hand in return. “I’m ready when you are.” There’s a pause as Rosario signals the usher to let the rest of the room know they’re ready, and Bea smiles when she looks back again. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Rosario nods. “And thank you for putting up with all this.”
“For you? Anything.”
The doors swing open, revealing a long aisle flanked on either side by white chairs full of people. Standing at the front is Raina, already crying at the sight of her daughter and future daughter-in-law. Meanwhile, wandering around her and chirping at the head of the aisle are penguins.
They don’t look one hundred percent like real penguins. They are glowing slightly around the edges, which means they conjured celestial penguins for the occasion. But given the short notice of all of this, it's still pretty damn impressive.
“Holy shit,” Bea grins, eyes taking in the entire scene. “She got us penguins.”
“I honestly didn’t expect her to manage that,” Rosario admits with a nod. “I am very impressed.”
Bea tips her head to the side, letting it rest against Rosario’s shoulder, looping her arm in her wife’s. “Guess we better go hold up our end of the bargain.”
Rosario nods as she moves to reach for her flowers. “We’d kind of look like jerks if we didn’t.
Bea pushes up, pressing a quick kiss to Rosario’s cheek, before stepping forward to pull her down the aisle. “Then let’s go get married.”