What Happens in Vegas (Follows you to Quebec)
Title: What Happens in Vegas (Follows you to Quebec)
Author: dorksidefiker
Fandom: That Damn Mpreg
Table/Prompt: Table 4/44. Elope
Character/Pairing: Jean-Paul Beaubier, Lucian Beaubier, Raia Guthrie
Rating: PG
Word Count: 298
Summary: Lucian's acting like a teenager again.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I don't own Northstar. Everything else is mine.
Having Lucian sneaking into the house like he'd broken curfew brought back plenty of old memories for Jean-Paul. However, there was something very odd about seeing a thirty year old man behaving like a boy. "Good morning, Lucian. How was Las Vegas?"
Lucian started, nearly jumping out of his skin. "Uncle. You're up early. I didn't think you'd..."
"Coo-ee!" Raia Guthrie's voice rang through the house, making Jean-Paul wince.
"It is an absolutely ungodly hour," Jean-Paul sighed. "Why are you inflicting that woman on me?"
Lucian rubbed the back of his neck. "I've kind of got something to tell you," he said. "Well, we do."
"We?" Jean-Paul asked warily. "Please for the love of God tell me she's not pregnant."
Lucian took a deep breath. "Not yet, but... IgotmarriedbyanElvisimpersonator."
Jean-Paul poured himself another cup of coffee. "Clearly, I am not yet completely awake. I could have sworn you just said you got married by an Elvis impersonator."
Lucian shifted his weight and gave his uncle a sheepish grin
"To her?" Jean-Paul asked with a pained expression.
"You like Raia."
"Not this early in the morning I don't. I don't like anyone this early in the morning."
"I brought coffee!" Raia announced as she practically floated into the kitchen. "And those little cherry pastries from that cute little bistro up the way. You know the one that does that little thing with the fresh cream?"
"I might be inclined to change my opinion, though," Jean-Paul continued.
Author: dorksidefiker
Fandom: That Damn Mpreg
Table/Prompt: Table 4/44. Elope
Character/Pairing: Jean-Paul Beaubier, Lucian Beaubier, Raia Guthrie
Rating: PG
Word Count: 298
Summary: Lucian's acting like a teenager again.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I don't own Northstar. Everything else is mine.
Having Lucian sneaking into the house like he'd broken curfew brought back plenty of old memories for Jean-Paul. However, there was something very odd about seeing a thirty year old man behaving like a boy. "Good morning, Lucian. How was Las Vegas?"
Lucian started, nearly jumping out of his skin. "Uncle. You're up early. I didn't think you'd..."
"Coo-ee!" Raia Guthrie's voice rang through the house, making Jean-Paul wince.
"It is an absolutely ungodly hour," Jean-Paul sighed. "Why are you inflicting that woman on me?"
Lucian rubbed the back of his neck. "I've kind of got something to tell you," he said. "Well, we do."
"We?" Jean-Paul asked warily. "Please for the love of God tell me she's not pregnant."
Lucian took a deep breath. "Not yet, but... IgotmarriedbyanElvisimpersonator."
Jean-Paul poured himself another cup of coffee. "Clearly, I am not yet completely awake. I could have sworn you just said you got married by an Elvis impersonator."
Lucian shifted his weight and gave his uncle a sheepish grin
"To her?" Jean-Paul asked with a pained expression.
"You like Raia."
"Not this early in the morning I don't. I don't like anyone this early in the morning."
"I brought coffee!" Raia announced as she practically floated into the kitchen. "And those little cherry pastries from that cute little bistro up the way. You know the one that does that little thing with the fresh cream?"
"I might be inclined to change my opinion, though," Jean-Paul continued.