Hi little Darcy's! There's been a few polls taken and finally I came to the conclusion that this was the story I wanted to do. I don't know how long it's going to be but at the very least it should be interesting. If there's good feedback and enough followers it will become a full-fledged story. The VOLA fic is still on-going (and getting juicy) but this is a new ROGAN fic. Enjoy!
Chapter 1: A happy accident?
"Kid? You alright?"
"Just fine."
"Are you sick again?"
"Uh-huh."
Logan frowned at the locked bathroom door while his animal whined in distress. This was the fifth time Marie had run for the bathroom and she hadn't kept a solid down all day.
"Lemme in darlin'."
"No, ah don't want yah gettin whatevah bug ah have."
"You gotta come out at some point."
"But then yah gonna get sick too."
"I'm a feral with a healing factor kid, I think I can handle a stomach bug. Though I'm pretty sure I can't get sick."
His mate opened the door, a hand on her stomach and smelling completely miserable. There was something new to her scent too, something he couldn't place though it nagged at his instincts.
"Ah feel awful."
"I know darlin'. Come on and lie down, it's getting late anyway. Maybe you'll feel better in the morning."
She began to shuffle to the bed, mewling when he scooped her up and carried her the rest of the way. Within a few minutes he had her tucked in and sound asleep.
Unfortunately for Marie, she was up a couple hours later hugging the toilet bowl yet again.
"Food poisoning?" Logan asked holding her hair back. She rinsed her mouth and sighed.
"Maybe the crab in mah California rolls was bad."
"So in a day or so you should be fine, right?"
"Ah hope so."
The next morning Marie awoke nausea free and with an aching need for her mate. Trying to ignore it and fall back to sleep did no good, as his scent filled her nose she could stand it no longer. Logan was asleep on his stomach, per usual and she shimmied out of her clothes before rubbing herself against him.
"Lo? Logan.." She sang, nuzzling his neck. He mumbled and turned over, much to her delight. She let her hands wander, scraping her nails down his chest and growling in satisfaction when he moaned in his sleep. Marie's skin was on fire and it only decreased when she straddled her mate and rubbed her center against his crotch.
"M'ree…?"
"Ah want yah Logan. Ah want yah inside meh raght now."
A few seconds more of grinding had him wide awake and reaching up to guide her down onto his erect gave a strangled cry and immediately began to move, pulling his hands up to cup her breasts.
"Shit, Marie.."
"Mine."
Her teeth sunk into his throat, marking him as hers when the blood ran. His claws came out to scrape her hips, both growling out their need as she rode him. The alpha in him rose up, rolled their bodies over and marking her wherever he could reach.
Love bites on her neck and breasts and throat appeared, snarling when her nails cut into his skin. With her ankles locked at the small of his back he thrust hard until she screamed and reached her climax, Logan following right after. For a time he remained inside of her, panting and purring as they slowly came back to earth.
"What was that darlin'?"
"Mmm… that was meh sayin good morning."
"Felt more like a slap that a greeting. Everything alright? You're usually wanting somethin softer this early."
She shrugged, stretching lazily as he pulled out and surveyed the damage. The sheets were a mess and both of them could use a good shower.
"Ah just had an itch that needed scratching."
"I noticed." He chuckled and winced as the marks on his body finished healing up.
"I'll make breakfast this morning if you want."
"Yah eggs are always runny sugah."
"Well… fancy people dip toast in it. And they taste okay. You like my runny eggs."
She paused mid smile and stumbled out of bed, making a beeline for the bathroom. He hadn't gotten more than two steps after her before he heard her retching through the door.
"Marie-"
"Ah'm okay-" She heaved again and instead of waiting for more protests he grabbed his phone and rang up the school. Something was wrong with his Marie and Logan was going to find out what.
"Ah'm what?"
"You're pregnant my dear."
"No ah'm not."
"You are, I have the results here."
"Your computer's broken ah bet."
Hank McCoy smiled kindly and showed her the results. Sure enough, it said pregnancy: confirmed. Marie paled even further and swallowed hard. She'd agreed to go to this check-up for Logan's peace of mind. Now Marie was fairly certain she was going to give him a heart attack.
"I take it you and Logan hadn't intended for this outcome?"
"We- um… no. No. Ah- yah gave meh birth control, ah'm on the pill and ah nevah miss a pill."
"Contraceptives are an effective means of avoiding pregnancy but they aren't foolproof. And you're mated to a feral Marie. Their biology is such that a pregnancy is guaranteed to happen at some point, whether contraceptives are used or not."
"We.. we.. Logan has condoms. And ah have pills. Yah- this can't-" She swayed and he sat her down quickly.
"Do the two of you always use condoms?"
She started nodding and then hesitated. There had been a couple times.. she did the math in her head and realized it all lined up. Her nausea and vomiting, her irritability, even the rough sex with Logan that morning.
"Ah'm.. pregnant."
"Yes."
"There is a life inside meh."
"That is correct."
"Ah am a FedEx truck delivering a baby."
To his credit, Hank didn't laugh at her.
"You are."
"Inside mah belly at this very minute is a tiny Logan Howlett in the infant form."
He nodded, trying very hard to remain serious for her benefit.
"Okay.. Okay. Ah have tah tell him. Obviously. Raght? Ah tell him."
"That would probably be a good idea."
"Great. Okay."
"You're alright?"
"Mmmhm."
Hank wasn't too sure about that, but decided to bring an anxious Logan back into the room anyways. The younger feral strode in, completely focused on his mate and obviously worried.
"Marie? What he say?"
"Ah.. um-"
"Hank? What's wrong with her?"
The couple looked up at the amused doctor who was trying his best not to alarm them.
"Nothing's wrong with her Logan."
"The hell do you mean nothing's wrong? She's been puking her guts out for-"
"Nothing nine months can't cure."
"Nine mon-" He stopped and immediately began to sniff at Marie until she swatted him away.
"Logan stop it ah'm fine-"
"What's nine months? Like Cancer or something?"
"Not cancer. Ah mean there's a growth-"
"A growth?!" He instantly pulled her into a tight hug, not letting go even when she started squirming.
"Logan let meh go-"
"I'm never letting go. We'll get through it together-"
"Logan he means-"
"What's our options cookie monster? Can we take it out? Does she need that chemo junk, what?"
Hank sighed heavily while Marie managed to wiggle out of her mate's embrace.
"I can't remove anything for nine months Logan because-"
"Why the hell not?!"
"BECAUSE She-"
"Marie could be dying, no way am I letting that happen! Just do what you need to-"
"Logan he can't do anythin cause there's nothin wrong ah'm just pregnant!" Marie finally cut in. He blinked and then sighed in relief.
"You aren't dying?"
"No. Ah'm havin a baby."
"Oh.. oh thank god. Wow. That's good to know. Thanks doc." He strode out, whistling cheerfully while Marie frowned. Hank shook his head.
"It'll register Marie, just give him a minute."
"Okay.."
They waited for a few seconds before Logan came back quietly and squatted down in front of her chair.
"You wanna run that by me again Kid?"
"Ah'm pregnant."
"Pregnant."
"Yeah. Yah feral manliness decided tah knock meh up."
"Right. Of course it did."
She eyed him anxiously.
"Yah.. yah okay sugah?"
"Yeah… Yeah. I'm good. It's all good."
Contrary to these words Logan had tipped straight back onto his butt, first sitting and then just sort of... crumpled down the rest of the way.
"Okay… cause yah lyin on the floor."
"Nope, I'm good." He chewed hard on the cigar he pulled from his pocket, lighting up and taking a shaky inhale, still sprawled on the floor of the medical bay.
"Um…." She glanced at Hank helplessly, who kneeled down beside the father to be.
"Logan."
"Yeah Hank."
"I think you may be experiencing shock."
"Nope, I'm good."
"You said that already."
"Did I?"
"Yeah, you did."
"Oh."
"If you wouldn't mind putting that out-"
"Cause of the baby you mean?"
"I'd rather Marie wasn't around second hand smoke, no-"
"Right. Cause of the baby."
"Mmmhm."
He continued to chew, even after putting it out until Marie went and lay on the floor next to him.
"Sugah? Ah didn't mean tah spring this on yah.."
"S'ok. You alright?"
"Uh-huh. Yah alright?"
"Uh-huh."
"Ah.. ah'm havin a baby. Yah baby's inside meh Logan Howlett."
"Guess it is.. you're sure?"
"Ah'm sure."
Both were quiet for a moment, Marie's hand firmly clasped in Logan's. Eventually he spoke up.
"Can we name it Luke so I can say 'I am your father'?"
"No."
"Just thought I'd ask."
She smiled, the tears starting of their own accord. Hank crept out, giving the couple privacy and deciding there was nothing wrong with them lying on a sterile floor for the time being.
"We're gonna be parents."
"You're gonna be so good with our baby darlin'."
"And ah'm so proud tah be carryin yah baby."
More silence.
"We could name it Han solo-"
"Not happening."
"Got it."
Anyone feel like throwing out a gender guess or a name? Let me know how I did with this first chapter and leave a review!