Chapter Eleven
This Year - Christmas, Dinner, 1998
"M-Marry me?" Emily's voice shook, as she still had her arms around Fozzie's shoulders.
"Yes, Emily. Would you marry me?" He asked again. He reached up with his left hand and brushed his hair out of his eyes, and smiled again.
Fozzie watched both of them, but this time not with a frown....but with a smile. He realized that if this made his Ma happy....he shouldn't get in their way. Plus...a stepdad didn't sound to horrible right then either. Doc smiled sweetly towards Fozzie. He smiled right back at Doc.
Emily withdrew her arms from around Fozzie, and looked at the ring for a moment. Then she looked up into Jerome's face, and she smiled brightly. All she could do was nod vigorously. She started to pull off her old wedding ring, and Jerome shook his head. His smile grew, and he gently took the ring from the box, and placed it on her left hand, above the other wedding ring.
"I would never want you to get rid of that ring. It's special, as this one is. And...and from what you've told me, I don't think I could ever do as well as Frank did for you, Emily." Jerome said, smiling softly. "But I'll certainly try."
"Oh...." She sighed, and gave Jerome a hug. He returned it, and then reached out and grabbed Fozzie in a hug as well.
The front door opened, and the Count stepped outside for a moment, he saw the three hugging tightly and he smiled. "Two hugging bears, and one hugging tinkerer! Aha ha ha ha!" He smiled again, and opened the door a little more. "The dinner is veady, don't let it get cold!"
Emily, Jerome, and Fozzie stood up, and followed Count inside to eat dinner with everyone else.
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The dinner was almost done, and Jerome stood up, holding his glass in one hand and his fork with his other. He lightly tapped on the glass to get everyone's attention. He cleared his throat, and smiled brightly. "I...I'd like to take this time...to announce something to all of you, my friends. Me and Emily...we're getting married come spring!"
Cheers erupted throughout the room, and even Fozzie was clapping happily. Scooter leaned over and tapped Fozzie's arm gently.
"I guess you've warmed up to him, huh?" He said, with a soft smirk playing across his face.
"Yeah, I guess I have Scooter. I guess I have." He said, smiling.