A/N: For the Christmas holiday and all, I've decided to write this as a present to my beloved friend, and sister in Christ, StrawberryMnM. I hope you enjoy all the Romyness and family and crazy Logan stuff!

Dedicated to Strawberry.

Just so all of you know, this takes place after Apocalypse. Remy has joined the X-Men. It is around Christmas.
Oh, and I suck at accents.

"Com' on Cher, it's only for de holi'days," Remy spoke to his Roguey, letting his sweet Cajun accent bait her.

"Swahmp Raht, Ah've told yah once, Ah've had tah have told yah a thousand tahmes, Ah'm not going anywhere with yah," She wasn't buying it.

"But..." Remy sighed. "Cherie, Remy been invited back to de T'ieves Guild. Remy know wha' dat means. Dey wanna have Remy wit'," He shuddered. "Dey want Remy wit BellaDonna. Remy can't stan' her! Remy need...an excuse," Remy secretly crossed his fingers. It was a long shot, but maybe, just maybe, his Rogue would understand.

"Yah mean me?" Rogue got her whole attitude-hip-swinging act on now.

"Oui."

"So Ah'd have tah act lahke yah girl or somethin'?"

"...Oui...?"

"Noht gonna happen Swahmp Raht."

Remy's heart dropped. "But Remy hadn't seen hi' family in years! Or it feel like it...Remy even miss't hi' brother's weddin'!"

"Ah'm sorry. It's noht mah problem."

Remy was silent. "Alright. Remy won't pressure yo'."

"Yah won't pressure meh? What have yah been doin' the past week?"

"Jus' telling yo' how t'ings are. Well, I gotta go some eggnog Cher, see yo' later!" Remy turned around smiling.

"Eggnog? Why?"

"Well, Remy stayin' here, non? Remy wan' some eggnog."

"Yah staying?"

"Remy can't rightly go to his family, now can he?"

Rogue sighed.

"So wha' are yo' doin' fo' de holidays?"

Rogue started grumbling then. "Nothin', Ah guess. Kurt's goin' tah Germany, and everyone else is goin' somewhere too."

Remy cocked an eyebrow. "Even Scotty boy?"

Rogue growled. "He's going to Hawaii. His brothah is there? Hello?"

"Oh, oh, right," Remy let that hang in the air. "So we're gonna be here. Alone. Jus' de two of us."

"Mr. Logan will be around."

"Mhm. So why no' come wit' me to de bayou? We have so' fun! Mess wit Remy fath'r."

Rogue drawled out a sigh. "Yah kniw what Swahmp Raht...Ah guess Ah will. No use bein' bored around here, huh? Have some fun for the holidays."

"Exactly! Remy glad yo' see it hi' way! Now pack yo' bags, Remy gonna go talk to de Prof about tickets!"

Logan grunted as he pulled up to the Masnion. It seemed to quiet now, what with all the kiddies gone and everything.

That's when he realized something. LeBeau's bike was gone. Which meant that Gambit was gone. That was dangeorus. He still didn't trust that Cajun after he kidnapped Rogue.

Parking his own motorcycle, Logan trucked into the big house. "Chuck?" He called out, hearing his voice echo.

~I'm here Logan. There is need to shout.~

~Where's Gambit?~

~As far as I am aware, he and Rogue are on a train bound for Louisiana. Why do you ask?~

~No reason. Wait- did you say he and Rogue?!~

~Please remain calm Logan. I do believe she can take care of herself, and read the young man's mind. He has no intentions of hurting her, he only wishes to bring her to meet his family.~

~I have to go Charles.~ Logan wheeled around, and jumped on his bike, heading to the nearest train station.

"Cher," Remy nudged Rogue awake. She had fallen asleep during the long trip, and her head had rested on his shoulder. It was extremely sweet, and Remy wished they could stay there forever, but alas, they had come to their stop.

"Nyoooo," Rogue sighed. "Go ahway Kurt...Ah'll tell Amanda yah botherin' meh..."

"It's Remy..." He whispered in her ear.

Her eyes fluttered open. "Remy? Wha..? What are yah...oh. Yeah. Ah forgot."

"We here."

"Alright then," Getting up, Rogue pulled her bags down. "Ah don't know what Ah was thinkin'..."

"Here, le' Remy help yo' wit' dat," Remy tried to take her bags, but she refused to let them go.

"Ah can handle them mahself, thank yah very much."

Remy sighed. "If yo' say so...Remy only tryin' to' be a gen'l'man."

"A gentleman?" Rogue scoffed. "Yah were nevah one."

Remy was silent. Shrugging, he gestured for Rogue to leave first, as if trying to act like something he was not.

"Hmph."

Remy chuckled to himself on that one. His Cher was so young, yet so strong. "Well, let's get on wit' it Belle. De family is a'waitin'."

Logan couldn't believe that Charles had just let an Acolyte take off with Rogue. Not only was she an asset, she was like his daughter. She was his student, his apprentice, she was to be a legacy.

And for all he knew, that Cajun had her gagged and bagged somewhere, doing absolutely horrible things.

The thing was, he didn't know how right and wrong he was.

The taxi pulled up to a very familiar looking mansion. Cautiously opening the door for Rogue, Remy managed to take her bags.

Trotting up to the house, Remy literally kicked the door open. "Guess who hom' fo' Christmas?!" He shouted.

"Remy?" A red head asked, or rather shouted. "Remy!" Running, and proceeding to glomp the red eyed Cajun, the young man seemed extremely excited.

"Emil! Why you've grown quite a bit, haven't you?"

"Oui! I hav'!"

"Remy Lebeau?" A tall, slightly older looking young man stood up. "Wha' are yo' doin' here?"

"I invi'ted 'im Henri," A stern, cold voice with frost attached spoke. An older man stood, and Rogue remembered him. It was Jean-Luc LeBeau, Remy's adoptive father.

"Wha'? But Uncle..." Another young man whispered.

"Be quie' Entienne. I hav' alrea'dy made arrangements," Jean-Luc cracked an eyebrow. "I remember yo'. Yo dat Rogue fille," He grinned. "De whol' touch t'ing, non?"

Remy glared at his father. "We here for de holidays, dat is all."

"Mhm," The man nodded, slinking out of the room, not even shaking Remy's hand.

The silence was stilling.

Then the one called Emil squeezed Remy. "It is so good to hav' yo' back cous'n!"

Henri walked up, extending his hand to Remy. "Been a long time brother."

"Dat is true. How is de wif'?"

Henri blushed.

"Merci is gonna hav' a baby!" Emil beamed.

Remy blinked. "Henri...yo' gonna be a daddy?"

Henri nodded.

"Well congratulations!" Turning to Rogue, Remy grinned. "I'm gonna be an uncle!" Looking up, he saw his cousin Entienne standing in the background. "Enti?"

"Don' call me dat," He blushed.

"Only his girlfriend can call him that!" Emil laughed.

"Yo' hav' a petite ami'?" Remy smiled.

Entienne nodded, his blue eyes large and sad. "Remy...I miss'd yo' so much..."

Giving Entienne a big hug, Remy finally felt like he was at home.

Henri grabbed his shoulder. "Now come Remy, and bring yo' Cher. Merci is gonna wanna see yo', and I'm sho' Tante Mattie will cook up a treat. Maybe spicy fried chicken!"

"Or evil flying ice cream eating monkeys!" Emil shouted in glee.

Rogue just stared at him.

"Wha'? It coul' happ'n."

Ruffling Emil's hair, Henri chuckled. "Now what Amelia say about dat wil' imagi'nation?"

"To tone it down..." Emil sighed. Staring wide eyed at Remy, Emil bounced up. "I'm like all yo' now! I have me a girly-frien'!"

Remy looked shocked, to say the least, but just shook his head. "Yo' can tell me all about over a plate of Tante's chicken. Now come on!"

Rogue followed Remy and his family, thinking to herself. She'd never seen him like that before. He seemed like he actually cared for someone other than himself.

And it almost made her feel out of place.

"Yo' comin' Remy's-newest-prettiest-sweetheart?" Emil laughed as he dragged Rogue by the hand. "We don' wan' star' wit'out' yo'!"

Maybe it wasn't going to be so bad after all.

A/N: You guys are going to have to be patient with me until after the holidays. This is more important. Also, it's my first Romy fic ^^ I do have a oneshot, but oh well, right?

I hope you all enjoy!