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Angelo and Jean-Phillipe go to Mama Lupe to get her blessing on their marriage, along with some flashbacks to their vows at the actual wedding ceremony.
"So what is it we are doing again?" Jean-Phillipe had been paying attention to Angelo, but there were more than a handful of words in whatever it was his husband wanted to do that he was missing context for.
“We’re going to see Mama Lupe”, Angelo said with a grin, “and she’s going to give us her own special blessing on the marriage.”
Jean-Phillipe could tell from Angelo's manner that this was something that was important to him, which in turn made the Frenchman curious. He didn't tend to go to Mama Lupe's restaurant very much, but he resolved to be on his best behavior so that he would reflect well on Angelo.
They were already approaching the restaurant, and Mama Lupe stepped outside, dressed in white, as if she'd heard them coming.
He had no idea what to call this woman who clearly meant a lot to Angelo. 'Lupe' seemed entirely too formal. 'Maman' seemed too familiar, even if he already felt closer to her than to his own mother. Finally he said "Salut," putting the issue off for at least a little while longer.
She smiled warmly at them both, and Angelo smiled back with a “Madrina”.
“Come in, come in.”
The restaurant smelled amazing inside, very homey despite being from a different culture than he had grown up with. Jean-Phillipe's stomach growled, and he realized he hadn't eaten in a bit. But Mama Lupe was guiding them straight through the customer portion of the building and through a door in the back.
This space was quite large, but more than half was restaurant storage. In the other half, though, was a small altar which today had been prepared with flowers and fruits. Angelo drew Jean-Phillipe gently forward by the hand to kneel in front of it.
"Just so long as we are not singing anything from West Side Story," Jean-Phillipe said teasingly. "I do not have the voice for it." But then his face grew more serious, better reflecting the atmosphere in the room.
“No singing, I promise”, Angelo said with a quick grin. “Well, not by us...”
Mama Lupe was approaching to stand between them and the altar, as men with drums filed into the room.
The more serious face threatened to crack a bit at his husband's joking, but Jean-Phillipe managed. He was honestly curious and had no idea what to expect or what was going to happen next.
The fifth and last man came in, and they took up positions and began the drumming. Mama Lupe lifted a bottle of champagne from the altar and poured some into a dish. "For Oshun, to bless these lovers."
Well, he already felt more welcomed in the space of a few minutes than he had in the years his family had attended Catholic mass before he had struck out on his own. Jean-Phillipe bowed his head reverently, much more interested in the ceremony as it unfolded.
*************
Angelo couldn't keep the smile off his face - not that he was trying very hard - as he stood at the front of the room, listening to the officiant recite the ceremony.
Jean-Phillipe's characteristic reserve was nowhere to be found, and he was smiling fondly back at Angelo, not caring that they were being absurdly romantic in front of everyone, because that was the point on this day. The officiant had been recommended to them, he couldn't remember by who, but the man struck the perfect balance of solemnity and inclusion - all of the outward trappings of religion with none of the underlying judgment and guilt.
"...and if anyone here knows any reason this marriage can't legally proceed..."
Angelo glanced away from Jean-Phillipe just for a moment to shoot a warning don't you dare look at the room, even as his smile turned to a teasing grin.
Besides the fact that at least one half of the couple was a mutant terrorist wanted in several countries? Jean-Phillipe wisely didn't drop that little tidbit in, instead gazing out at the crowd. Speaking of mutant terrorists, he'd even asked the Professor if it was possible to deliver a wedding announcement to Magneto through whatever intermediaries. Not that he expected Erik to show at an event with so many of the X-Men in attendance, but it was the principle. The man had been his mentor, after all.
Angelo turned back to the officiant, and then to his fiance, as he heard his name. "Angelo Espinosa, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
"Jean-Phillipe, you've been there for me through some of the darkest times, and all I want is for you to be there while we help make things brighter. I love you. So yes, I do."
"Jean-Phillipe Colbert, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
He'd thought about falling back on French to sound more romantic, but enough people watching spoke it that it wouldn't really work. And besides, he didn't want to give this moment short shrift.
"Angelo, you encourage the best parts of me, without pretending the worse parts do not exist. I cannot imagine being with anyone else. Oui. Mais oui. I do."
“Do you have the rings?”
Angelo had already taken his out of his pocket and opened the box, ready to slide it onto Jean-Phillipe’s finger.
Jean-Phillipe, on the other hand, had to fumble in his pocket for a moment before pulling Angelo's ring out.
"By the power vested in me..." And Jean-Phillipe did not feel like waiting for permission to kiss his new husband, as several loud whoops and cheers rang out.
*****************************
The drummers were still playing, but the back room was standing space only now, with tables having been carried in and laden with food, and the rest of the room being filled with celebrating people.
Angelo smiled at Jean-Phillipe, offering him a plate. "Now, we eat."
"Oh thank goodness," Jean-Phillipe said feelingly. "I am honestly surprised my stomach did not growl halfway through that." He would have been mortified if his body had interrupted the ceremony.
That got a quick bright laugh, and Angelo picked up a plate of his own. “Well, there’s enough here even for your metabolism, so have at.”
Angelo and Jean-Phillipe go to Mama Lupe to get her blessing on their marriage, along with some flashbacks to their vows at the actual wedding ceremony.
"So what is it we are doing again?" Jean-Phillipe had been paying attention to Angelo, but there were more than a handful of words in whatever it was his husband wanted to do that he was missing context for.
“We’re going to see Mama Lupe”, Angelo said with a grin, “and she’s going to give us her own special blessing on the marriage.”
Jean-Phillipe could tell from Angelo's manner that this was something that was important to him, which in turn made the Frenchman curious. He didn't tend to go to Mama Lupe's restaurant very much, but he resolved to be on his best behavior so that he would reflect well on Angelo.
They were already approaching the restaurant, and Mama Lupe stepped outside, dressed in white, as if she'd heard them coming.
He had no idea what to call this woman who clearly meant a lot to Angelo. 'Lupe' seemed entirely too formal. 'Maman' seemed too familiar, even if he already felt closer to her than to his own mother. Finally he said "Salut," putting the issue off for at least a little while longer.
She smiled warmly at them both, and Angelo smiled back with a “Madrina”.
“Come in, come in.”
The restaurant smelled amazing inside, very homey despite being from a different culture than he had grown up with. Jean-Phillipe's stomach growled, and he realized he hadn't eaten in a bit. But Mama Lupe was guiding them straight through the customer portion of the building and through a door in the back.
This space was quite large, but more than half was restaurant storage. In the other half, though, was a small altar which today had been prepared with flowers and fruits. Angelo drew Jean-Phillipe gently forward by the hand to kneel in front of it.
"Just so long as we are not singing anything from West Side Story," Jean-Phillipe said teasingly. "I do not have the voice for it." But then his face grew more serious, better reflecting the atmosphere in the room.
“No singing, I promise”, Angelo said with a quick grin. “Well, not by us...”
Mama Lupe was approaching to stand between them and the altar, as men with drums filed into the room.
The more serious face threatened to crack a bit at his husband's joking, but Jean-Phillipe managed. He was honestly curious and had no idea what to expect or what was going to happen next.
The fifth and last man came in, and they took up positions and began the drumming. Mama Lupe lifted a bottle of champagne from the altar and poured some into a dish. "For Oshun, to bless these lovers."
Well, he already felt more welcomed in the space of a few minutes than he had in the years his family had attended Catholic mass before he had struck out on his own. Jean-Phillipe bowed his head reverently, much more interested in the ceremony as it unfolded.
*************
Angelo couldn't keep the smile off his face - not that he was trying very hard - as he stood at the front of the room, listening to the officiant recite the ceremony.
Jean-Phillipe's characteristic reserve was nowhere to be found, and he was smiling fondly back at Angelo, not caring that they were being absurdly romantic in front of everyone, because that was the point on this day. The officiant had been recommended to them, he couldn't remember by who, but the man struck the perfect balance of solemnity and inclusion - all of the outward trappings of religion with none of the underlying judgment and guilt.
"...and if anyone here knows any reason this marriage can't legally proceed..."
Angelo glanced away from Jean-Phillipe just for a moment to shoot a warning don't you dare look at the room, even as his smile turned to a teasing grin.
Besides the fact that at least one half of the couple was a mutant terrorist wanted in several countries? Jean-Phillipe wisely didn't drop that little tidbit in, instead gazing out at the crowd. Speaking of mutant terrorists, he'd even asked the Professor if it was possible to deliver a wedding announcement to Magneto through whatever intermediaries. Not that he expected Erik to show at an event with so many of the X-Men in attendance, but it was the principle. The man had been his mentor, after all.
Angelo turned back to the officiant, and then to his fiance, as he heard his name. "Angelo Espinosa, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
"Jean-Phillipe, you've been there for me through some of the darkest times, and all I want is for you to be there while we help make things brighter. I love you. So yes, I do."
"Jean-Phillipe Colbert, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
He'd thought about falling back on French to sound more romantic, but enough people watching spoke it that it wouldn't really work. And besides, he didn't want to give this moment short shrift.
"Angelo, you encourage the best parts of me, without pretending the worse parts do not exist. I cannot imagine being with anyone else. Oui. Mais oui. I do."
“Do you have the rings?”
Angelo had already taken his out of his pocket and opened the box, ready to slide it onto Jean-Phillipe’s finger.
Jean-Phillipe, on the other hand, had to fumble in his pocket for a moment before pulling Angelo's ring out.
"By the power vested in me..." And Jean-Phillipe did not feel like waiting for permission to kiss his new husband, as several loud whoops and cheers rang out.
*****************************
The drummers were still playing, but the back room was standing space only now, with tables having been carried in and laden with food, and the rest of the room being filled with celebrating people.
Angelo smiled at Jean-Phillipe, offering him a plate. "Now, we eat."
"Oh thank goodness," Jean-Phillipe said feelingly. "I am honestly surprised my stomach did not growl halfway through that." He would have been mortified if his body had interrupted the ceremony.
That got a quick bright laugh, and Angelo picked up a plate of his own. “Well, there’s enough here even for your metabolism, so have at.”
