I don't own Guy or Connie, duh. This fic is dedicated to my friend Kat, who is a total Connie/ Guy shipper and one of the strongest people I know. And also to Emily because she is my Guy, literally, lol and while she's away Connie has nobody to talk to.
'I'm going to marry Guy Germaine one day. I love him so much' I had written that on a piece of paper once when I seven. Of course that happened to be one of the rare nights in the Burke/ Moreau household that my mother was not stoned off her butt. She had pulled her crack addicted self out of bed long enough to pay attention to me. By that I mean read over my shoulder as I scribbled at the coffee table.
"You don't know what love is, Constance." She said as she tore up the note and tossed it to the floor.
Three years later I found myself playing for the Ducks in the Championship game. Mom hates hockey and leaving the house to go anywhere besides her dealers house, so Jesse's dad taped it for her on his camcorder. I brought it home and mom slid it into the VCR, unfortunately not only had Mr. Hall taped the game, he also got some of the celebration afterward. Including the part where Guy and I, while standing on the ice, kissed for the first time.
"One day, I'm gonna marry Guy Germaine. I love him." I'd said as she stood there scowling at the TV.
She rolled her eyes and stuffed the VHS tape in the trash. "You don't know what love it, Constance."
I was fourteen the first time my Daddy let Guy and I go to a movie without making my brother Taylor, or Charlie tag along with us. (Little did he know we'd been sleeping together for nearly a year at the point already anyway.) I cant really remember what it was we went to see, I was too busy trying to be grown up to notice. All I recollect is standing on my stoop together, holding hand and saying goodnight.
I had kissed Guy's cheek and told him. "I love you Guy Germaine, and one day, I'm gonna marry you."
Mom just returned from one of her binges and snuck up behind us on the stairs. She of course hear every word I had just said. She was not pleased. Again I heard those words "You don't know what love is, Constance."
I was sitting on my bed looking through pictures, when there was knock on the door or my Eden Hall dorm room. I slipped off the bed and put my bare-feet to the hardwood floor. Standing in the hall is Guy, smiling as usual and as beautiful looking as ever. I know most people don't use the word beautiful when describing a guy, but that's the only word that comes to mind when I look at him, beautiful. Anyway, I let him, then smiled and kissed him as I normally do. He then did the last thing I expected him to, he dropped to his knee and took my hand.
"I, Guy Germaine, love you, Connie Moreau. Will you marry me one day?" He slipped his grandmother's ring on my finger and my entire body shook with joy.
I remember searching his eyes, not knowing what I was looking for until I found. Love, it was there, buried in the deep blue sea of his eyes. Then I threw my arms around him and squealed "Yes!"
I called my mother at prison the next day to tell her the good news. She wasn't pleased. In fact she sighed into the phone and said "You don't know what love is, Constance" before hanging up.
Maybe she was right, maybe I don't know what love is. But here I am at 26, almost twenty years since I scribbled those words on a piece of construction paper in the living room, Constance Anastacia Germaine. I have a gorgeous baby girl, the perfect husband and a great future ahead of me. So maybe I don't know what love is, but if I don't then no-one else in this world does either.
'I'm going to marry Guy Germaine one day. I love him so much' I had written that on a piece of paper once when I seven. Of course that happened to be one of the rare nights in the Burke/ Moreau household that my mother was not stoned off her butt. She had pulled her crack addicted self out of bed long enough to pay attention to me. By that I mean read over my shoulder as I scribbled at the coffee table.
"You don't know what love is, Constance." She said as she tore up the note and tossed it to the floor.
Three years later I found myself playing for the Ducks in the Championship game. Mom hates hockey and leaving the house to go anywhere besides her dealers house, so Jesse's dad taped it for her on his camcorder. I brought it home and mom slid it into the VCR, unfortunately not only had Mr. Hall taped the game, he also got some of the celebration afterward. Including the part where Guy and I, while standing on the ice, kissed for the first time.
"One day, I'm gonna marry Guy Germaine. I love him." I'd said as she stood there scowling at the TV.
She rolled her eyes and stuffed the VHS tape in the trash. "You don't know what love it, Constance."
I was fourteen the first time my Daddy let Guy and I go to a movie without making my brother Taylor, or Charlie tag along with us. (Little did he know we'd been sleeping together for nearly a year at the point already anyway.) I cant really remember what it was we went to see, I was too busy trying to be grown up to notice. All I recollect is standing on my stoop together, holding hand and saying goodnight.
I had kissed Guy's cheek and told him. "I love you Guy Germaine, and one day, I'm gonna marry you."
Mom just returned from one of her binges and snuck up behind us on the stairs. She of course hear every word I had just said. She was not pleased. Again I heard those words "You don't know what love is, Constance."
I was sitting on my bed looking through pictures, when there was knock on the door or my Eden Hall dorm room. I slipped off the bed and put my bare-feet to the hardwood floor. Standing in the hall is Guy, smiling as usual and as beautiful looking as ever. I know most people don't use the word beautiful when describing a guy, but that's the only word that comes to mind when I look at him, beautiful. Anyway, I let him, then smiled and kissed him as I normally do. He then did the last thing I expected him to, he dropped to his knee and took my hand.
"I, Guy Germaine, love you, Connie Moreau. Will you marry me one day?" He slipped his grandmother's ring on my finger and my entire body shook with joy.
I remember searching his eyes, not knowing what I was looking for until I found. Love, it was there, buried in the deep blue sea of his eyes. Then I threw my arms around him and squealed "Yes!"
I called my mother at prison the next day to tell her the good news. She wasn't pleased. In fact she sighed into the phone and said "You don't know what love is, Constance" before hanging up.
Maybe she was right, maybe I don't know what love is. But here I am at 26, almost twenty years since I scribbled those words on a piece of construction paper in the living room, Constance Anastacia Germaine. I have a gorgeous baby girl, the perfect husband and a great future ahead of me. So maybe I don't know what love is, but if I don't then no-one else in this world does either.