Priestly: "I really like irises, though they make me think of cabbage sometimes."

Philippe: "Cabbage? Why cabbage?"

Priestly: "I dunno, the way the edges frill I think. Poppies look kinda like weirdly colored nipples."

Philippe: He laughs, then clears his throat, apologizing in French to the woman next to him holding her sleeping toddler.

Priestly: "I like daisies. They look good with irises and roses."

Priestly: He smiled at the other's laugh and it spread into a grin at the French. That sound killed him in very pleasant ways.

Philippe: "I know that smile," he said in English again, "I did something good."

Priestly: "I love the way you sound when you're speaking French. In general, too, but especially when you speak French." Just a little bit longer and he'd have that beautiful voice to listen to every day.

Philippe: "I should speak nothing but French to our future babies, and you only in English. It was how I was taught."

Priestly: "That sounds like an awesome plan to me. What's your favorite food other than eggs Benedict with salmon?"

Philippe: "I love all things seafood. I'm not the average wolf," he muttered, only so not to draw attention to himself.

Priestly: "Have you seen the man you're marrying? Not quite the most average person either," he said with a little wink.

Philippe: "I worry, most seafood dishes are made with white sauces, and you're allergic to milk."

Priestly: "Ah yes, but that's the magic of soy products. And I can always ask for the sauce on the side if I want seafood and pasta."

Philippe: "At our wedding reception? No, cheri, you should get everything the way you absolutely desire."

Priestly: "Or we could do a little fish taco bar and then your favorite French seafood dish so we get Cali and France in there and people can choose."

Philippe: He chuckled. "Are tacos allowed at weddings?" he grinned.

Priestly: He squinted a little at the other and whispered, "Someone ordered a donut wedding cake. Pretty sure weddings are pretty much whatever you want." He gave a little chuckle and smiled again as he shook his head. "Besides, it's our day and we get to do what we want."

Philippe: "Then if you want tacos, we'll have only the best. The very best! Fish tacos? I know of a recipe with red snapper."

Priestly: "Mmm, that sounds awesome. Trucker and Zo're gonna be here the day before and the day of. Could always do the wedding like they did theirs."

Philippe: "On the beach? That would tie in with our seafare cuisine."

Priestly: "Yeah, that'd be cool, let's just not do it naked on horseback."

Philippe: He made a face. "No thank you. That poor horse."

Priestly: He laughed. "It was sweet. There were two horses. Zo's the one that opted for it, being naked and needy for their new life together or something. It's been a very, very long time."

Philippe: "I bet it was beautiful, even if they were idiosyncratic about it."

Priestly: "It really was. They really love each other. You can see it every time they look at each other."

Philippe: "Do you...think that'll be us when we're old? You won't be...regretful?"

Priestly: "Why would I be regretful?"

Philippe: "I still think about my giving in to Mika..."

Priestly: "That night was the night I knew some part of me would always love that crazy, devilishly handsome werewolf that even after knowing me that little amount of time, was willing to let his brother hurt him just to protect me."

Philippe: "I didn't do as well as I should have, Priestly, and I'm sorry for that."

Priestly: "Don't apologize. That was more heroic than I thought I'd ever get and I will never regret being able to say that I'm your husband."

Philippe: "You deserve so much more. I should have taken that secret to my grave. Next time, if there is one, things will go differently."

Priestly: "No, there's not gonna be a next time. I can't lose you, baby." He took a deep breath and blinked a little. "Hey, let's get back on track, okay? No more morbid talk, much more wedding talk. I'm really excited for you to meet Trucker and Zo finally."

Philippe: "When are they coming to visit?" Yes, it was better to focus on the positive.

Priestly: "Flying in the morning of the 30th and flying back out the morning of the second. Trucker's the crazy surfer grandpa and Zo's a witch, the good kind."

Philippe: "A legitimate witch, or one of those nature-y Wiccans?"

Priestly: "More psychic Wiccan, I think, but I haven't ever asked. She's crazy good at sensing vibes, can guess your name in about two seconds of being around you."

Philippe: "Well, this should be interesting then. Does she know...what I am? What Lucien and Asher are?"

Priestly: "Yeah, she knows. Trucker was a little confused and thought I was joking when I told them."

Philippe: "So no screams and pitchforks?"

Priestly: "Oh no, he's really chill."

Philippe: He began to breathe easy again. A soft chime played in the background, followed by feminine French. "That's my flight. I'll call you when I reach New York, cheri."

Priestly: He nodded and blew the other a kiss. "I love you, baby. Be safe and don't give into any flirty flight attendants." He smiled and flashed the other a little wink.

Philippe: "I'll resist the worst of temptations," he replied, shutting off the phone. Hours later in New York, and Priestly would receive a new call, an actual call.

Priestly: Priestly eyed the strange number on his phone for a moment, then his watch. About time for Philippe to call, but he didn't recognize the number. "Hello?"

Philippe: "Hello cheri, I'm sorry, the charger on the plane was out of order."

Priestly: "Oh, hey, it's cool. Um... I do have a question that's kinda... been bugging me since our last conversation. I just... I'm kinda scared to ask, though."

Philippe: "If you want us to break up, my dear, you should have said while I was in France," he teased.

Priestly: "I don't, but I wanna know if you think you'll regret being with me fifteen years down the road. It's just... you keep asking me so... yeah."

Philippe: He would have taken a seat had the cord enough reach. "I worry my old nature will resurface. I worry I want more than you sometimes. I worry that my aging slower will become a factor that one of us will regret, but this is all just last minute, pre-wedding jitters. The fun is in living and finding out, don't you think?"

Priestly: He took a careful breath. "I like that," he said with a little smile. "Just pre-wedding jitters. Just under two months and the start of our lives together begins. We've got a little bit to plan, but not too much more I think. Still have to figure out who we're inviting but I'm half inclined just to say the boys, whoever they wanna invite, Bron and Kyle, and Lirim and Aedan's enough for me. Well, and Trucker and Zo of course. Small and intimate."

Philippe: "I think that's the perfect amount. The only one to show up on my side will be Geo, anyways."

Priestly: "You sure you don't wanna invite your Mom?" he asked with a snort.

Philippe: "Oh, non, no thank you. No she would...just critique everything."

Priestly: "But then we could tell her the ins and outs of proper butt fucking," he whispered just in case the other was near anyone else.

Philippe: "Did that just come out of your mouth?" he said in mock offense.

Priestly: "It did. Oh! And can't forget to give her the 4-1-1 on proper prepping. Plenty of mouth action there." He was grinning now. "Just trying to make sure my wolfman wants to throw me on the bed as soon as we're back home."

Philippe: "More than the bed. There won't be a part of that house that doesn't know us intimately, save for the boys' rooms."

Priestly: "And Bron's room until she moves out. I still have plans for the bakery, too."

Philippe: "Oh you do? What plans might that be?" He had to keep the secret a little longer.

Priestly: "Oh ya know, the usual plus possibly getting an actual delivery van and there's always the incredibly fun fantasy of you bending me over one of the tables in the back."

Philippe: "All of that sounds amazing, love. I can't wait to help where I can. Oh and...you know that text you sent a while back about secret plans?" He couldn't help himself. "We fibbed."

Priestly: "I fucking knew it!"

Philippe: He chuckled.

Philippe: "I think it should wait until we're all together in one room, don't you?"

Priestly: "Okay, once we're all in a room together, we can sit down and talk about it, tease."

Philippe: "Something for you to think about on my layover."

Priestly: "Totally gonna run away to Scotland with my ex-wife, aren't you?"

Philippe: "And leave you behind? No. Someone has to carry our bags!"

Priestly: "Oh right and supply a steady supply of delicious foodstuffs so you can both keep your strength up."

Priestly: "Ya know, I'd kill to see you in a kilt."

Philippe: "I'd love to hike yours up."

Priestly: "I'm totally wearing the pretty one Bron got me for the wedding."

Philippe: "Is that safe to wear it before the wedding?"

Philippe: "Or you mean yours to her?"

Priestly: "I think so...? Mine to her I wore a nice shirt and jeans."

Philippe: "Well, I don't want to see the groom in his shit before the wedding. I don't want that bad luck," he teased.

Priestly: "Oooooooh. Totally haven't seen me in the full outfit though. Or I could see about getting another one. All white with a white tux top on top."

Philippe: "It sounds just like you, honestly. If you want to go that route, Scotsman, then go for it."

Priestly: "I'm actually Irish, but I still look damn good in a kilt." He grinned and shook his head. This was totally gonna be a thing and he was perfectly alright with that.

Philippe: "I forgive you," he said with a grin. "An Irish in a kilt. How dare you."

Priestly: "I know, I'm a terrible person, but I'm only part Irish. Should put the Frenchman in a kilt, too."

Philippe: "I'd be hunted down."

Priestly: "Yeah, but you'd be sexy running."

Philippe: "I would turn it into a skirt."

Priestly: "Nope, you're not allowed."

Philippe: "I'm not allowed underwear?"

Priestly: "I mean, you can if you want but skirts aren't nearly as sexy as kilts."

Philippe: "And you won't mind if others see what you're going to marry?"

Priestly: "You better not be showing it off. That's all mine."

Priestly: "Well, I might share if you ask nicely."

Philippe: "You want to share me?"

Priestly: "If you're into it."

Philippe: "Do you...want other people?"

Priestly: "Babe, I like threesomes. A third or something like that, probably not."

Philippe: "I should hope I'm the love of your life " he chuckled somewhat weakly.

Priestly: "Hon, you're the man I plan on spending the rest of my life with."

Philippe: "Then maybe we can see to it as a honeymoon gift?"

Priestly: "Only if you're into it. Speaking of honeymoon, where you wanna go?"

Philippe: "Honestly? Nowhere. I'm getting tired of traveling," he chuckled.

Priestly: "Okay, baby. Oh... I know what I wanna do. Let's go to that hotel we spent our first week together at."

Philippe: "You want to go there, really?" His voice had regained its perk.

Priestly: "Yes. It'll give us privacy and that bed was freaking awesome."

Philippe: "Anything for my groom."

Priestly: "Just don't forget this isn't all about me, okay?"

Philippe: "I have exactly what I want."

Priestly: He blushed a little. "You know, you're perfect."

Philippe: "Hardly. I love you, Priestly."

Priestly: "That means you can't be perfect in my eyes?"

Philippe: "Absolutely. I'll do anything for you," he said with a short laugh.

Priestly: He laughed and shook his head. "You're awful, baby, and I still think you're perfect."

Philippe: "I am positively awful, and about to board my next flight."

Priestly: "When are you supposed to be here?"

Philippe: "Four hours? No, that doesn't sound right. I think 5:45 pm your time."

Priestly: "That works. I'll be at the airport about 5:30 just in case you get in early and grab a new charger for you for the car ride back. You excited?"

Philippe: "Almost overwhelmed, cheri. I can't believe we made it this far."

Priestly: "I'm really excited."

Philippe: "I got to go, baby."

Philippe: "Drive safely?"