Chapter 19 - Epilogue
Chapter Tags: fluff, dialogue heavy, age difference, established relationship
A/N: took fucking long enough lol. But hey I did it and that's what matters. Also - somehow I made both Laszlo fics exactly 19 chapters by coincidence. That being said, I am potentially doing a one shot series for our doctor duo here. I have 1 already written, and I'm not quite ready to give up our dear doctor kreizler yet, but one shots will be less pressure for me given my work life. Anyways, thank you all for reading and sticking with me on this journey. I couldn't have done it without yall.
You could feel the sweat dripping down the back of your neck as you sat in the sweltering August sun. The speaker at the podium droned on. You didn't listen to a thing she was saying. After two years of the fast-paced PhD program kicking your ass you were finally at the finish line, only moments away from receiving your doctorate.
Neither of you heard a peep from Dr. Stratton after that day in his office. You had assumed that once the spring semester finished and she gathered her research she headed back to wherever she came from, never to bother either of you again. No inquiry came either. If people knew about your relationship they said nothing to you. Laszlo caught a whiff of a rumor concerning the two of you once between some girls gossiping in one of his lectures, but again, nothing developed further so you both elected to ignore it. The semester and summer months came and went without further trouble.
Laszlo had been there supporting you through finishing and defending your dissertation. He even booked a private room for you and all your collective friends to celebrate at Delmonico’s afterwards; champagne and hors d’oeuvres being passed around for hours. Later that night your alcohol-infused giggles and lust-filled moans as he made love to you were punctuated by him telling you how much he loved you and just how proud he was of your accomplishments and hard work.
So now here you sit, sweating under your thick doctoral regalia, waiting for your name to be called and diploma to be conferred. Looking up you catch Laszlo's eye. He sits with the other professors to the side of the stage. You grin and feel heat fill your cheeks because you know he's been watching you this whole time; the speaker droning still.
You don't dare pull out your phone and text your doctor. Even as your thumb runs along the smooth device in your pocket, you know he won't be able to check. And at any rate, your fellow graduates would probably jump at the chance to peek at your messages to give them anything more entertaining than this damned speech. Patience has become quite the skill for you.
Finally, you stand as the Dean begins to call out the names of the graduating class. In a line you shuffle up to the stage to shake hands with members of the university and program. As your name is called you distantly hear the shouts of your family and friends sitting in the crowd. You can't help but laugh at their obnoxiousness . Shaking multiple hands and posing for the standard photograph, you begin to make your way down the stage, diploma in hand.
You look over and catch the eye of John and Sara sitting towards the side; he tosses a wink and she offers a bright smile in congratulations. Eyes darting to the front you meet those of your love, your dearest doctor Kreizler. He's not the most overly emotive person with some things, especially when they don't involve a scowl, but currently he sports a proud grin as he nods once at you. The smile you boast is so wide it nearly hurts your cheeks.
The ceremony ends soon after. Clusters of graduates and their families litter the grounds and bottles of champagne are popped with glee. You make your way over to your family near the back.
“Oh my baby! I’m so proud of you!” your mother cries as she pulls you into her arms and holds you in a death-like grip.
“Mom…” you chuckle as you wipe smears of mascara from her cheeks. You make eye contact with your dad over her shoulder. He stands tall with his hands in his pockets, a smug grin on his face.
“Don’t you ‘mom’ me - I’m allowed to cry when you graduate college, okay?”
“This is the third time, I hardly think you need to keep doing it.” You remove your cap and your mother takes that and your diploma to hold for you.
She wiggles her finger at you in false annoyance. “Let me have my moment!”
Your father walks the few feet to stand next to you, giving you a firm clasp to your shoulder. “Nice work kid.” He was a man of few words, but you knew he was proud of you regardless.
Laszlo, John, and Sara made their way from their seats towards the edge of the crowd. The ceremony was no different than any other commencement that Laszlo had attended per say, with the single exception that for once he deeply cared about one of the graduates. He felt so overwhelmed with pride at your success in earning your doctorate that for a moment he felt the sting of unshed tears as he watched you cross the stage.
As he stood talking with John and Sara he could see you off with your parents in the near distance. They knew that you were in a committed relationship and all; they knew that Laszlo was older and was a doctor of sorts. You had been quite open with it. But you never told them that it was a professor and your boss that you had been seeing for nearly a year now. Laszlo hoped now that you had graduated and were no longer his TA, you could be more honest with them - and in turn with everyone. There was no reason to hide your relationship.
“What’s on your mind, Laszlo?” Sara cuts through his thoughts.
Laszlo turned back to face his friends. He raised a brow in question.
“You’ve got this far-off look in your eyes.”
“Perhaps he’s thinking of a certain graduate,” John smirks, turning to look over at where you stand.
“You would be correct, John. It seems you’re not as clueless when it comes to matters of the mind.” John rolls his eyes at the jest. “I believe I will ask that she introduce me to her parents while they are in town. I feel it is about time I speak with them about certain things.” Laszlo adjusts his own regalia to sit more comfortably on his neck.
“Are you going to ask her father for permission to marry her? That seems a bit old fashioned, even for you.”
Laszlo’s head shoots up at Sara first, then over to John. Brow furrowed, he accuses “you told Sara?”
John’s hands pop up in defense; “only that you were planning to propose at some point.”
The good doctor harrumphs in annoyance. He had told John in confidence a few weeks prior that he was in the process of having a ring designed and made with the intent to propose. “I have no intention of asking her parents permission. She is her own person. I would however like to make my intentions known to them, and hope that I receive their blessing regardless.”
“Are you going to ask her while they are in town? Or have you thought about it?”
“My thoughts are to wait until this January or so. I would like to give her time to settle into her new job so as to not overwhelm her. There is no rush,” Laszlo explains.
"You're going to wait until winter? Why not ask now?"
"I've waited 42 years of my life for her, John. What is another six months?"
Sara gives a gentle cough, signalling the men to notice your approach. Both Sara and John give you hugs when you finally reach the group, each offering their sincerest congratulations. The four of you chat for a few minutes about the ceremony and your new job at one of the local museums. All the while you notice Laszlo has been relatively quiet - something unusual for him.
The others must sense something as well, because Sara suddenly cuts in with “well, John and I have some other graduates we must congratulate.” She wraps her arm around John’s and begins to pull away from you.
“We're still on for Friday, right?” you call after them.
“Of course!” And with that they leave you alone with your doctor.
You chew your lip as you turn back to face him, already watching you. There is a nervous beat between you. “Doctor.”
The corner of his lip twitches. “Doctor,” he tosses the title back.
You hold out your hand towards him to shake. His head tilts, giving away his confused amusement, as he carefully slots his right hand into yours. With a delicate shake you tell him “it’s been a pleasure working with you Doctor, I hope our paths cross again soon.” Neither of you last more than a few seconds before you are both chuckling at your joke.
“So what now?”
“Anything you would like. The world is your oyster, or so you Americans like to say.”
“You know, I never cared much for them. They’re gross and I just about gag every time you eat them,” you tack on the latter half softer so that others don’t overhear.
“They are not to everyone’s preference. The ancients believed them to be one of the many foods that were aphro-”
“-Aphrodisiacs, a food that can psychologically influence the body to become aroused. A fact you constantly remind me of.” His mouth closes into a tight line as he fights to hold back further laughter.
“I suppose by now you should know everything then.”
“I had a damn good teacher.”
Laszlo licks his lips. “There is one thing you should know.”
His eyes break from yours for a second, plastering themselves to his shoes briefly. They scan the people nearby out of habit before they dart back to meet yours again. Eventually he finishes his survey of the crowd and schools his desires into a look of confidence. “I was thinking that perhaps it is time that I meet your family.” he phrases it almost like a question.
“Meet my family,” you mimic.
“Yes. It has been several months, and given the circumstances have changed and become less… hostile… I feel it is within the proper progression of the relationship to become acquainted with each other’s families. Now, I have none, and you already know John and Sara, so in truth it is quite one-side. Nevertheless it would be logical to do so given they are in town for graduation and I wish to make my intentions known so-”
You cut off his rambling. “Laszlo.” He waits for you to continue, but says nothing. You know that when he’s got his mind made up he can be stubborn as a bull, and you know that what you have is serious. But introducing him to your parents is still a huge step for either of you. And then of course the little detail about just who your boyfriend actually is. Taking a small step closer you ask “you want to discuss your intentions with my parents?"
You study his face. "Are you sure you’re ready for that?”
He smiles. “With you I am sure of everything, Bärchen.”
You don’t hesitate when you pull his cap off and tug him down by his robes for a passionate kiss. Equally so, his fingers waste no time in finding their place cupped along your jaw. A few hoots and hollers can be heard around you, and even a distant “I knew it!” being shouted. In the back of your mind you think that you should probably not be doing this in front of hundreds of people, including the various administrators and board members of the university, if anything for decency’s sake.
But at this point neither you nor Laszlo could care less.
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