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Slow Down (Remile)

Author's Note: Hey! Hey! I'm back! Sorry this one was hard to write, even if it was just so short! apologies for the unexpected hiatus! I started my very last semester of college, and I've been rushing to get everything including graduation forms in on time. My life has been hectic, but finally I am here with that Remile fic I said I was gonna write! Took long enough if you ask me, but enough talking. We'll talk more afterward! I hope you all enjoy this fic I've written over the span of about five weeks.

Slow Down

Ship: Remile

Words ~ 1380 ~

Warnings: Slight angst and slight crying.

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     If a person had characterized Remy Picani just by first impressions, he would seem like the most chilled out dude at the party. But if you were his husband, Emile Picani, you knew just how impatient and worrisome he could be. For their first date, Remy was practically pacing the foyer of the restraunt, waiting for his boyfriend to show up. When he had invited Emile to the night out that entailed their surprise engagement, he was tapping his foot nervously outside of his door though he had literally just knocked. Even at their wedding, Remy practically stormed down the aisle only to be faced with a slightly late Emile, who was clearly fed up with his fiance not trusting him about his arrivals.

     One year later and Remy still had his problem of impatience. Arguably, he was getting better, but Emile was still bothered by it. He would get that man to relax one way or another, even if it entailed Emile be one step ahead of him on their anniversary.

     Emile was never late, truly. Only a couple people who were much like Remy himself, labeled him as late. All the others described him as being right on time, which is what Emile intended to do everywhere he went, including his clients' sessions. To be right on time in Remy's mind however, was to be there 15 minutes early. A lot of the time, Emile didn't necessarily have 15 minutes to spend on early arrivals just because he was so busy with his job which required lots of paperwork.

     His husband disagreed and once told him that if he didn't waste minutes watching cartoons then maybe he could be a little earlier. Thankfully, he had apologized after watching Emile rush to his room crying, but time was always going to be one of the few things they fought about. So Emile hoped that today on their one year anniversary would be the day, he could be a little earlier for his husband.

     He knew Remy wouldn't forget the date, so if he was going to beat him to it he would have to act fast. For the first thing in the morning when Emile got up, he planned on ordering flowers. So, he tossed off the sheets, got dressed, and rushed into the living room, only to find bright pink and white roses sitting on the table before him.

     Normally, he'd be excited, but Remy had beat him to it. Next to the flowers were little chocolates and a card too. He frowned. "Morning, sugarcube." The voice called from around the corner and stopped in his tracks when he saw Emile's face. "Whats wrong?"

     "I wanted to buy the flowers." Emile did give a soft smile at the little note written on the card. Remy was too sweet to him at times.

     Remy leaned against the wall and gave a small shrug as he sipped from his coffee. "It's 10 am babe. Maybe set an alarm next time." He motioned Emile into the kitchen. "Breakfasts already made."

     So maybe Emile had a habit of being slow in the mornings as well, but that wouldn't stop him from making this day special for Remy. The therapist walked into the kitchen and it was all cleaned up with a special batch of Waffles stacked neatly plate in the middle of the table. All confidence in any of his abilities had left him, then and there.