a/n: i love how they say they love each other without actually saying it😭

"You're painting again!"

"I believe it was time to get off my ass and away from the Danger Room for a bit."

"Good, because it's time to start wedding planning." Jean grinned and dropped a ton of magazines on the table next to me. "I was thinking Spring... I love Spring weddings."

"No, it has to be winter!" Ororo called out.

"Nope, definitely fall." Rogue added.

"And because I hate all of you, I'm saying summer." I smirked, not looking away from my canvas. "Roll a dice on it, I genuinely don't care. As long as I'm married eventually."

"Girl, you're the bride! You have to make a decision!"

"Fine. Last few weeks of Spring. It's not too hot out yet and Kurt's allergies won't kill all of us during the ceremony."

"Date?"

"All depends on if we're here or halfway across the world destroying a Sentinel."

"We better hope not. Those things are genuinely starting to annoy me." Jean rolled her eyes. "Okay, flowers... What are we-"

"Summers, the foundation's all wrong!" Dad yelled from the hallway and we all turned to see him arguing with Scott. "And if you want two floors, you have to change the layout completely or else it'll topple over!"

"Logan, I already changed this twice! I have a deadline!" Scott protested. "And this was the architect, not me!"

"Does anyone else have the feeling that those two are gonna end up killing each other when they start arguing about the kitchen tiles?" Ororo sighed and I rolled my eyes.

"I want a brick kitchen with rustic interiors, Summers!" I yelled and they both turned and widened their eyes before running in the other direction. "And don't forget about the sketch of the art room that I gave you!"

"Yes, ma'am!"

"Okay..." Jean chuckled and grabbed a magazine. "Colors, what do you-"

"Reds because it's the only color Scott can see... And I want orchids and tulips for flowers. I also want a simple dress, not too princessy but maybe a long veil and-"

"Exactly how long have you been planning this?"

"Eight years old while I still thought that fairytales were real."

"Food?"

"Whatever the Southerners want to cook, but I'd kill for Remy's gumbo. Kurt and I almost got into a fist fight the other day with the seniors because of it."

"I'll try to convince him." Rogue assured and I nodded.

"I genuinely want something simple. There's no need for an extreme wedding. Something that's just us and I can call it a night early."

"Someone is eager for the wedding night." Ororo smirked. "That good?"

"Storm!"

"Scream at me all you want, but the walls are very thin on our side of the mansion."

"Some things are meant to be private, y'know?"

"Which is why I'm secretly glad you two are getting your own house."

"Okay, something small and casual." Jean butted, trying to hide her smirk. "We can definitely do that."

"And no Cinderella dress." Rogue added. "Open back maybe? Make him go crazy all night. Though he won't need much motivation to lose his mind considering he follows you around like lost puppy."

"Now you're speaking my language, Rogue." I grinned.

"And Scott? He's gonna want to get involved with something and micromanage the hell outta it."

"Give him the seating and how to place the decorations. He'll know what to do." I waved it off and set down the paintbrush. "I want written vows too."

"Already started them?"

"I'm not good with words which is one of the main reasons I like to paint."

"Do you need help with them?" Jean asked and placed a hand on my shoulder when I looked down. "We can help you, Lyla."

"I don't know what I'm gonna say to him."

"We have time." Ororo assured with a smile. "Don't overthink it and just let the emotions flow... Just like when you paint."

"And don't stress out. Because whenever you start stressing, he starts stressing too and then we all have to suffer the consequences." Jean said, giving my shoulder a squeeze. "You just gotta speak from the heart, Claws. Nobody knows your relationship as well as you two do... You two have been through so much this past year and a half. Just reflect on it and it'll come to you."

"I hope you're right, Red."

"Have you met me? I'm always right!"

。✯ ＼ ｜ ／✯ 。

"Your dad made me explain the difference of the different types of wood... And made me look at them!"

"Sounds like you had a fun day."

"Excruciating." Scott grumbled and threw a stack of papers on my desk before sitting down. "And now I have to grade all of this."

"Who the hell decided we should be teachers? We suck at it!" I laughed, grabbing a paintbrush. "And remember that Dad was involved in construction when I was a baby, a lumberjack when I was a tike, and he did build the cabin I grew up in."

"Trust me, he reminded me every chance he got."

"Which means he's warming up to you, Summers. He doesn't talk about his past, like at all. Kayla had to pry the information out of her."

"What happened to her?"

"She died after I was put in the cage, I think. All I know is that I think there was a car accident or something and that was it... Haven't seen her since."

"Was she a mutant?"

"Don't think so." I shrugged and turned back to my painting. "She would've loved you, though. And scolded you and Dad for always arguing."

"Logan always starts it!" Scott defended and I rolled my eyes.

"Sure he does." I smirked. "You do know that you don't have to take every single challenge he gives you, right?"

"Then he'll win! I'm not gonna give him the satisfaction."

"I have never met more stubborn men than the two of you... I guess that's why he respects you, even if he has a hell of a way of showing it."

"Lyla, your dad will respect me the day I start chopping wood. And I only did that once." He scoffed and I snickered. "It's crazy how much he cares about the type of wood we're gonna have."

"It's about the hardness and density. Even I know this and I don't pay attention to half of the stuff Dad tells me... Softwood is more common, but maybe it won't work in the long run. Hardwoods have a higher density which can make it more expensive. Then it's all about the grain pattern, color and texture but that's a whole different thing."

"And oak and mahogany are more durable than pine and blah, blah, blah. Heard that all day."

"I just wanna see the argument about the pipes or the wiring. Jean and I have bets on how long you're gonna last."

"You're placing bets on me!?" He exclaimed and I nodded frantically.

"The whole Mansion is! Jean and I think it's gonna happen during the plumbing, but the rest think on the wiring... We came up with a system and everything!"

"Such little faith."

"It's about knowing the people involved and you two are like oil and water."

"As long as he doesn't try to lecture me about the difference between copper and PVC, I think I'll survive."

"Choose copper, PVC is for cutting corners." I hummed and he widened his eyes. "Hey, I know a thing or two! I'm just not getting involved because that's how Dad's bonding with you."

"You knew the right choices this entire time and never said anything!?"

"How else would you bond with him!? I can't be making all of the decisions in this marriage. I have enough on my plate as it is!"

"Lyla..." Scott stood up and turned my chair around to face him. "I adore you with all my heart. My beautiful future wife and will to live... But for the love of God, don't ever withhold this information from me ever again. Your father already thinks I'm a dumbass, I don't want to add more fuel to the fire."

"Aww, but you're my dumbass." I cooed and pinched his cheeks. "Just nod at everything he says. He'll probably argue that you're not man enough to make your own decisions, and that's gonna be the moment where you shift gears... I'd educate myself beforehand, though."

"It'll all be worth it in the long run." He sighed and I smiled. "You think our kids will have atavism?"

"Uhhh... considering I have it and it's clearly part of my dominant genes, I think so. That a deal breaker for you?"

"Let's see... Kids with claws and temper issues, enhanced senses and quite possibly optics blasts as well. Not to mention part of the Phoenix essence will be passed down to them." He smirked and swiftly picked me up. "Oh, that just sounds completely terrifying."

"Oh, so now I'm terrifying? Thought you weren't afraid of me, Summers."

"You have paint on your face, babe. Forgive me if I'm not trembling at the sight and running for the hills." He laughed and wiped the paint off my cheek. "Which shade of red?"

"It's blue, actually. Though, I should make more red paintings. That way it's easier for you."

"How was it that one felt that color again?" Scott wondered and I raised an eyebrow. "I believe this time it's your turn to show me... Pop quiz."

"Which?"

"Red. How does it feel?"

"Intense." I answered as he gently set me on the desk. "But strangely comforting for me. Like I could see one specific shade of red for the rest of my life and I'd be happy."

"What shade?"

"Ruby quartz red."

"Is that so?" He smirked and leaned closer.

"Vibrant and rich, but warm at the same time. Though, no matter how much I've tried, I can't seem to recreate it." I hummed and ran my fingers through his hair. "It feels like home."

"I could get used to that."

"Is that right?"

"Absolutely." He assured and leaned down to kiss me. "Then whatever shade of red I'm seeing right now feels like home too... But especially those golden eyes."

"Can't believe you remember what color my eyes changed to."

"Your eyes were hazel with more hints of green. Now, they're fully gold... I memorized it."

"You memorized it?"

"Your hair is brown and it turned darker after the Phoenix. It's the only colors I fully remember."

"You're such a sap, Scott Summers." I laughed, trying to hide the blush on my cheeks. "You're gonna ruin my tough exterior if you keep that up."

"Maybe that's my plan all along."

"Is that so?"

"Oh, you have no idea." Scott said and picked me up again. "Don't you have exams to grade?"

"Did you close all the paints?"

"Yeah, but I don't see how that's-"

"Then the exams can wait for a few hours."