This is my first X–Men fanfiction, never was interested in it before, but I guess it got to me when me and my dad watched all three movies…and I was hooked. Especially over Logan and Rogue, love those two and started reading FF of them and it was then I wanted to write a Rogue/Logan fic; hope I did a good job on this.

Hope you enjoy

It was a peaceful Saturday morning around the mansion, quite early in fact. Bright beams of the rising sun peeked through closed curtains, drawing a groan from a large lump that lay on the bed rising from deep sleep. Logan blinked a few times, slowly becoming more aware, before focusing his attention on the slender young woman next to him. A loving smile appeared on his normally stoic face, running calloused fingers across the woman's smooth milky skin.

Hazel eyes blinked open and looked at up him, beautiful eye still filled with exhaustion, "Morning." Marie murmured softly, looking up at the man with a tender smile on her pale face.

Logan leaned up on his elbow and rubbed his thumb on her bare shoulder, "How are ya, Darlin'?" He asked, watching intently as she brushed aside a wing of white hair from her face. The man merely blinked when she moved up to place a small kiss on his nose, giggling as he arched a dark eyebrow at her.

"I'm fine." Marie replied, fingering the fabric of their blanket.

Logan smiled and lowered his gaze to the noticeably smaller form underneath the sheets, "And how's the little man?" He inquired further, smirking as his enhance hearing caught the sound of drowsy whines coming from the lump, he was quick to admire the wide affectionate smile appearing on his wife's petite features as she gently pulled aside the sheets.

"Does that answer your question?" She quipped, looking down at the small infant with an adoringly amused look, the tentative smile returned to his face as they stared down at their child. Disturbed by the sudden light hitting his little pink face, the child scowled, trying to cover up his face with short chubby arms and let out a yawn, stretching and turning to his side to hide his face in his father's shirt.

Little one month old Damien Howlett was an unexpected surprise for Logan and Marie both, to everyone else in the mansion? They weren't surprised, the couple were rather sexually active, and hardly never thought to concern themselves of the use of protection. The child looked a lot like his father, with a head full of dark messy hair and heck! Could be just as charming, but he had his mother's bright hazel eyes.

Damien was loved and adored by everyone in the mansion, everyone's attention always went to the infant whenever he was brought into the room, not even Scott couldn't resist the urge to fawn over the child….yet that is, if Logan was not present.

The baby was tugging at his father's shirt and continued making his discontent know, "Quit the tugging, bubba," Logan gently chided, smirking as he pried the baby's chubby small fingers from his wife-beater. Marie could only marvel at how diminutive the baby's hand seemed in the gentle grasp of his father's larger ones, and quietly snorted at the baby's squack of outrage, "You're not gonna find anything there." The man added with amusement, caressing the chubby fingers with the pad of his thumb.

With a roll of her eyes, the woman chidedly shook her head as she looked at her spouse, "Don't be such a meany." Marie said, smiling as she gently moved Damien over to her and tugged the short sleeve of her shirt and picked up the baby and placing him close to her breast,

"Breakfast in bed, lucky fella, " He mused, snorting when his comment got a raised brow in response, and sat up, "Sure eats like a champ." Logan added, smiling down at his son. The man always enjoyed these peaceful moments with his family, when it was just the three of them, and when there wasn't anyone around to crowd them to coo and fawn over their child.

With that, Logan quietly lost himself to his thoughts as he watched over his family. He had never really thought his life would come to this: He had never given a thought about settling down with someone, or the idea of having kids with the person he loved; in the past, if he pictured himself as a father, he thought he'd meet with a long forgotten fling with a child they claimed was his, Logan thought he wouldn't make a suitable father, until here he was, feeling immense protective and love for this small creature he and his wife had made together, and continued to surprise himself with the amount of devotion he displayed for his family...

A small yawn broke his train of thoughts, and refocused his attention on his wife and son; he smiled at the sight of his son closing a small fist on his mother's shirt, contently cuddled close to her chest. With an eased sigh, the man wrapped a muscular arm around her slender shoulders, "Little guy always nodding off, huh." He quietly commented, reaching down to caresse Damien's soft hair.

"Like his daddy," Marie quipped, giggling at the look on his face and gently grasped Damien's small hand, cooing at the sleeping child and heard a grunt, turning her head she saw looking at her with an arched eyebrow. With a fondly exasperated sigh, she snuggled close to her husband's large body, "I love you." She said smiling as she looked up at her husband.

Kissing the top of her head and inhaled her scent, "I love ya too, darlin." He whispered, gently tilting her head to face him and placed his lips over hers. A small sneeze broke them apart, both looking down to see their child rubbing his small fist over his tiny nose before resuming to doze off.

Logan smiled at the sight of his wife cooing at their sleeping child. Okay, so he had to admit he adored his wife and son beyond the words he could explain, and there was never a day that went by where he regretted any moment with them, they were the most important people in his life. Yep, he could say he enjoyed his life as it is.