WidowTracer Art Commission!
Commissioned piece from @jiinsy, depicting part of Chapter 4 of A La Maison
Lena took a bite of her own piece of the blood orange cake, then looked thoughtfully out of the gazebo back towards the hotel. “I didn’t start at Overwatch until just after you got married. Was your wedding much like this?”
“No, we had a small ceremony. Gabriel attended. One of Gérard’s friends I barely remember was his best man. We didn’t even have a reception – we just flew to Barcelona for a weeklong honeymoon. Gérard kept promising we would do a larger ceremony with our families back in France later on, but…” Amélie’s shrug encompassed many things. “I suppose it was for the best.”
Lena’s hand came to rest on her thigh, and Amélie put her own hand on top of it as she shook off the bittersweet memories. “Still. What was it you said to me once? ‘It got me here, and here is pretty nice’.’’
The Brit giggled, leaning in to kiss her cheek. “Our first date. We had chips!”
“I suppose it was,” Amélie admitted with a smile, “even if we both would have denied it at the time.” They finished their cake in a comfortable silence. After they’d put their empty plates aside, they’d re-arranged themselves with Lena sitting against one corner of the gazebo while Amélie leaned against her, her legs up on the bench.
“If you were going to do it again,” Lena murmured softly into her lover’s dark hair, “would you want something like this? Or just slip away and elope somewhere?”
Amélie was quiet for a long moment, feeling Lena’s arms wrap around her gently. “I am happy for Jack and Gabriel, but I don’t think I would want a day long affair like this. Still – there’s no need to sneak away. A civil ceremony, perhaps? Just a small one. But I would like to have some kind of a party with our friends – the family we made.”
She could hear the smile in Lena’s voice. “I like that. Get the legal business out of the way, enjoy a party, sneak away for a while?”
“That seems like a lovely plan to me, chérie. Where would we go, though?”
“Ooh. Tough one. Suppose it depends on the time of year. Winter, I’d want to go somewhere warm. A spring or summer getaway, somewhere beautiful? Maybe New Zealand? Never been, but it looks gorgeous in the movies.”
“I’ve never traveled outside Europe, really. It would be an adventure.” Amélie turned her head and Lena obliged her by leaning in for a kiss. “I’d be concerned about you taking my name, though.”
“Yeah?” Lena grinned. “You interested in being Mrs. Oxton instead?”