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All The Yesterdays
"All the yesterdays can't make up for today, and today cannot so easily be forgiven tomorrow. I guess I cannot atone for all I had done to you." The man with the dried blood red hair said over his coffee. "I don't expect your forgiveness, Cheri. I don't deserve it."
"No, you can't, and you don't." This was his southern belle, beautiful, and she was his everything. She'd never thought that she'd be here, like this. Her swollen belly, morphing with every movement of her, and this man's unborn child.
"I remember how this wonderful thing happened." He said as he moved his hand over her stomach.
"Don't touch me." She said as she used her abnormal strength on his hand, causing his eyes to glow brighter crimson with pain. "You left me, Remy. For what? Bella Donna! I'm never going to forgive you for running out on me and your child!"
"I understand that, and we tried so hard for this." He winced as he pulled his bruised hand away. "Beast figured out you work like a rechargeable battery, and Forge made that chip that kept you charged, you couldn't siphon energy when it was on. That first night we must have made love at least five times."
"I remember, and a week later you were gone." She spat at him as she shifted her weight.
"Bella Donna is my wife." Remy reminded her.
"Was, you left her too. Years ago, or should I say she left you. And why didn't you tell me nothing was ever finalized?" She demanded.
"Remy didn't know, belle. She had told me that everything was good." Remy was never good at telling the truth. The truth was, that Bella Donna had something over him, and he never expected her to catch up with him, or Rogue. Bella Donna is ruthless and would have stopped at nothing, being the immortal being she is, to see Rogue dead. Rogue, the woman who owned Remy's heart in a way Bella Donna never could. Gambit had loved Bella once, but that was a long time ago, as a naïve young man, but it was almost a nothing love that burned away as one of his discharged playing cards, with the warm glow fizzling to cold darkness.
With Rogue, His passion and desire were, are, and always will be as vibrant as a million shooting stars, blazing streaks across the diamond lit midnight sky.
"So why her over me?" She half asked, but mostly wondered.
"Because I love you more." And with that, he pays for the overpriced coffee and is gone as smoothly as a whisper in the bleak night.
A bien tot.
Anyone interested in writing the pre or sequels? Feel free.