#nmweek2020

Trucy’s life has changed drastically too many times.  Is this going to be unwelcomed? He really, really hopes not.  The adoptive daughter of his long time friend, boyfriend… And hopefully fiancé? 

His sister advised him otherwise, berating him for being so worried.

“What sort of fool are you to think Trucy Wright wouldn’t accept you into her family?! Are you so dense as to not already have noticed how much she cares for you?!” She slaps at his arm. Not hard, of course. “If that fool, Phoenix Wright, declines you than he’s a bigger fool than I thought!”

“Are you losing your touch, Franziska? You know we’re talking about Trucy.”

She tuts, wagging her finger in that von Karma way. (She’s been determined to make it hers, and hers alone. Her father’s actions have no place in the present, that includes her gestures.)

“I have not forgotten, little brother, it is simply that I know my niece to not be so dense. She’s smarter than Phoenix Wright could dream to be, and that’s it on that.” 

"Pfft.” He stifles a laugh. “While I can't say I entirely disagree, is this how the great Franziska VonKarma admits she lost to an idiot?"

"Hmph. Least I haven’t lost my dignity by choosing to marry a fool. Give him some brain cells, will you, brother dear?" She smiles coyly at him and nudges his arm. "That is, if you have any to spare."

“Ha ha, very funny Miss von Karma.” He nudges back, before letting out a sigh. He’s still… anxious.

So a quiet hand on the shoulder reminds him to “relax, don’t tense up. The fool is madly in love with you, and the child sees you as family. You are fine.”

The power of gestures, huh? "I'll do my best, thanks, Franziska." He smiles. 

So why was his gut now sinking into his shoes?

At this rate, he might have to find a shovel.

He stood out in front of the Wright Anything Agency’s office, scared to knock.

And what if Wright was home?! He forgot about that. If he was home then a surprise proposal wasn’t really attainable, and he still didn’t have the ring (not to say he didn’t have a few he bought to give him.) He wanted one that suited Wright, but he has never really been good when it came to aesthetics… Maybe Trucy would know that better but first, he had to get her permission.

Which leads back to...

“Heya Mr. Edgeworth— Daddy’s not home right now but if you wanna leave the gifts on the sofa, I’m sure he’d appreciate it~,” Trucy stands at the door frame (when did the door even open?!), rocking on her feet.

“W-Why so formal, Miss Wright?” Did he get kicked out of the family or something — ghk— was he even part of the family?! What’s with the ‘Miss Wright’?! Weird natural reflexes?! 

“Hehe, nah, wanted to see how it felt to say it; felt wrong, to be honest. How’ve you been, Uncle Miles~. Also never, ever call me Miss Wright again!” She beamed. “...A...Ah right.. Apologies, Trucy you caught me off guard…” 

“Heh, it’s ok, so long as you’re alright~,” she moves to let him in and he steps forward.

“A teddy bear and chocolates, huh? How cheesy… Did daddy forget your anniversary again?!” her mouth is agape, her hand to her mouth.

 Heh, just like Pearls…

“Ah. No actually… Trucy, these are for you.” “Huh?! Well, I know for sure it’s not my birthday… what’s the occasion?” 

“Uh… I… I’ve been thinking about proposing-” “!!! Aaaaah!!!” she near screams, which causes Apollo to come fumbling in with a broom,

“Who’s there?! Don’t you touch her-!!” He’s ready to strike when he sees—

Oh shit. “A..Ah… hello, Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth! I uh—”

“...Pfft”  Miles looks away, trying to use the bear to hide his laugh, as Apollo’s face goes bright red.

“Polly Polly! Uncle Miles is going to propose to daddy!”

“H-Huh?” You mean they weren’t already married?? “O-Oh.. Congrats, Mr Edgeworth.”

“Well not quite yet… I still have to get a ring and—”

“Oh, I’ll help you with that!” 

“Yes, and—” “Ooooh, we get to plan a wedding, isn’t this great, Polly!!”

“O...Oh yeah.” Apollo stammers, lost between looking at Trucy and looking at Mr. Edgeworth, who clearly still has something to say.

“Trucy, dear, I know you’re excited—” “Heck yeah, I am!” 

“—and while it may be redundant to ask considering your reaction I—” he pauses, expecting to be interrupted but she’s looking at him with those bright, sparkling blue eyes of hers.

“I…. wanted to ask for your permission…. I want to ask for your father’s hand in marriage… may I marry your father?” She grins, and gives her now former uncle a big nod, “Of course, Uncle Miles.”

“Thank you,” he smiles back. “You can still have these if you want, Trucy, they’re for you.” 

“Woooah, thanks! Here, Polly, why don’t you take some of these chocolates, the blue one is mine though!” And she’ll pass him the box of chocolates, and then take the blue box from Miles.

Carefully pulling the bow off, and gently peeling the paper (she can use it for something later, she bets!) She looks at the packaging, before letting out a squeal.

“YOOOOOO! You got me something that shoots fire?!” She excitedly rips into the box, unable to contain herself now.

“You got her what—” Apollo says, with a chocolate in his mouth. It’s unfortunate there’s no one he trusts with his eulogy.

Strike that, he has Callie. “Don’t tell your father.” Miles laughs a little, happy he got her something she would like.

"Oh thank you, thank you, thank you, papa!!" 

“P..papa…” “Well, I’ve called Daddy ‘daddy’ once I got comfortable doing so, so I can’t call you that. I figured you wouldn’t make a bad papa~,” she beams, grabbing the instructions on working this thing. 

Ah, speaking of Wright...

"Where did you say your father was again."

"He said he had to go to Kurain village for something.” She straightens up and looks again to Miles.  

“I’ve gotta show Pearl! Can we go?!"

He pauses. It wouldn’t be bad to see Miss Fey and Pearls, either… Those two are as much family as Trucy is. Well besides legally, but—

—Who had time to look into silly details like that. 

 “... Sure, but there’s something else you need to help me with first.”

Apollo sighs, relieved he has a bit longer to live.

“Mr. Justice, would you like to come along?” “S-Sure!” he stammers out, without thinking.