PREGNANT! Not only was Marie pregnant, but she was also telling him it was Scott's kid. Stunned didn't even begin to describe Logan's reaction to that piece of news. He was also momentarily annoyed that she'd somehow failed to mention this important tidbit of information before they'd made love, until he realized that they'd both been too caught up in the moment of the reunion.

"Are you sure it's Scott's?" He finally managed to get out, as he pulled his jeans back on and slipped the black T-shirt over his head.

Rogue, meanwhile, had wrapped herself in an emerald green kimono style silk robe and knotted the sash. An offended look washed over her face.

"I haven't been with anyone else since I left New York. So, yes, I'm positive it's his," she replied angrily, "I know I work here, but I resent the implication of that question, Logan."

"I'm sorry. It wasn't meant to imply you were a whore, Marie. I was just hoping it was someone else's …anyone but Scott."

"Well it is and that's why I'm not going back there," she reiterated, "Besides, I doubt you'll want me now, anyway," she added forlornly.

Logan closed the space between them and gathered her firmly in his powerful arms. Crushing her to him, he kissed the top of her head gently and stroked her hair. She hadn't intentionally gotten pregnant and he shouldn't punish her for it. Life was about to get extremely complicated for her, without having the added worries of dealing with his insecurities, too. She needed him to be there for her, to be strong for her and to love her – unconditionally. He'd tracked her down to bring her closer to him, not drive her further away and he knew what he had to do.

"I love you, Marie. This complicates the hell out of things, I won't pretend to deny that, but it doesn't change how I feel about you," he told her, hoping he sounded sincere.

She looked up him with questioning eyes. "How can you still love me, when I'm carrying another man's child?"

"Because it's still a part of you, and I'm gonna do my damndest to try and remember that. Everything else can be worked out."

At that, Rogue finally burst into tears and Logan just held her tighter.

"We have to go back. Scott has to be told," Logan said quietly.

"NO! I can't, Logan. I just can't," she cried, almost in a panic.

"He has to be told. I'd love to just run off somewhere with you, set up house and pretend this kid is mine, but we both know that wouldn't be fair to him."

"You don't even like Scott. Why do you care if he knows or not?" she asked, wiping her eyes.

"Because if it was me, and I had a kid out there somewhere, I'd sure as hell would wanna know. It's not about my personal feelings. It's about doing the right thing." Then he added with a chuckle, "And can't believe those words just came outta my mouth."

"You said he and Jean just got back together, right? How's this gonna affect that? Jean's gonna be devastated. I'm not her favorite person to begin with, and this isn't exactly gonna bring us closer together."

"That's her problem. Not yours."

"Logan, it's gonna be a big problem. I guarantee it. You may not know this, but Jean can't have children. So my giving Scott what she can't, is gonna be huge," she informed him.

Logan contemplated that new piece of information, realizing that this baby was going to mean a hell of a lot more to Scott than he'd originally anticipated. He didn't want to let on that this was starting to bother him more than he'd first thought. Marie was pregnant and she needed to be somewhere safe. That's what he needed to focus on and put his own feelings aside, for once.

"We're leaving tonight. I'm not arguing with you about this anymore. I'll be there for you when you face Scott and Jean. It'll work out, and if it don't, we'll leave, taking junior with us and to Hell with all of 'em."

Rogue managed a weak smile. "Okay, Logan. I give up. You win. We'll go back to Westchester."

Logan called the Professor and requested that he send the Blackbird to pick them up as he didn't think Rogue would be too comfortable on the back of the bike for 2,500 miles. Then they left the club and drove a few miles to Rogue's apartment located in the ritzy complex Del Prado in the upscale Biltmore neighborhood. Noting the luxurious surroundings of the spacious apartment, Logan commented about how well Lolita got paid, but Rogue just shrugged her shoulders. After collecting her belongings and bidding her roommate goodbye, they left for Sky Harbor International Airport, where they'd arranged to meet the X-Jet.

Storm and Hank arrived to retrieve them and Logan was grateful for the Professor's discretion in not sending Scott. There would be plenty of time for that difficult conversation when they were on solid ground. He sat up front with Storm and tried to politely answer her questions about Rogue's general health and well-being. Rogue, meanwhile, was in the back of the jet where she revealed to Hank, in hushed tones, her current medical condition and informed him that Logan already knew. Hank recommended a complete check-up once they were back home. She then requested that he not mention anything to anyone else just yet, and Hank reassured her of strict patient–doctor confidentiality in the matter.

Too soon, they were back in the hangar beneath the mansion, with Rogue trembling slightly as the jet's engines were killed. Logan held her hand, and giving it a little squeeze, leaned over and whispered in her ear.

"I'm right here with you."

She looked into his face, gave him a weak smile and gripped his hand firmly. On his way past them out of the jet, Hank patted Rogue on the shoulder and gave her an everything's-going-to-be-okay smile.

"It's late, my dear Rogue. We'll perform the requisite evaluation in the morning. I recommend that you repose in the sanctuary of your suite and get some much essential somnolence."

Logan looked at Rogue with a quizzical expression.

"Shut eye," she interpreted.

"I knew that," he stated.

They walked down the ramp of the Blackbird hand-in-hand, where they were greeted by the solitary figure of the Professor. Rogue walked over to him, leaned down, kissed him on the cheek and apologized for causing him unnecessary worry.

"You're safe and you're home, again. That is all that matters, my dear," he told her.

"Thank you, Professor. It's good to be home," she said unconvincingly.

He didn't need to probe Rogue's mind to realize that she appeared to be under tremendous stress and was extremely nervous about being back at the mansion. Although he didn't know the exact reason for her unusual agitation, he suspected that it was more than just apprehension about seeing Scott again. He decided, however, not to push the issue for this evening at least, and suggested that they talk in the morning. Rogue seemed grateful for the temporary reprieve and appeared to relax slightly. Thanking Storm and Hank for picking them up and bidding them goodnight, Logan steered Rogue out of the hangar bay and into the elevator that would take them up to the living quarters of the mansion.

Once upstairs, Logan opened the door to the room that had originally been his, had been Rogue's for a year and then his again after she took off. Rogue hesitated for a split second, unsure of herself or of Logan.

"Guess this is our room, now," he said to answer her unspoken question.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she leaned over and pressed a kiss delicately to his lips.

"Thank you," she said softly, almost in a whisper.

"It'll make it more convenient to make love, if we're not too far apart," Logan replied seductively, causing Rogue to blush.

"Can I at least get passed the threshold?" she asked with a small laugh.

Logan pulled her into the room, quickly shut the door and encircled her in his arms in a bear hug. Lifting her chin up, he planted a tender kiss on her lips.

"I won't ravish you tonight, I know you need your rest," he informed her.

"What if I wanna be ravished?" she asked cheekily.

"Do you?" he replied back.

"I'm not that tired," she said with a mischievous wink.

"Yeah, well you're gonna be," he warned her, as they fell onto the bed.