Okay, here we go; the last chapter. Serious dark Logan alert, you may even hate him for a while. I'm sorry. I know he seems bi-polar but I'm trying to show his internal struggle with the Wolverine.

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Chapter 3

That night was the first in a long time they had gone to bed happy. Marie couldn't remember the last time sex had been anything more than an outlet for their frustrations, a coping mechanism to control his bitterness and her aching heart.

Logan awoke in the early hours of the morning after broken sleep, craving a smoke and Marie's body. She slept curled sweetly on her side next to him, the only person he'd ever allowed to actually sleep in his bed. In the soft light, she looked younger and more beautiful than ever.

Logan gently stroked her cheek, so warm and soft, rubbing his thumb across her chaffed, reddened lips. He lent down, kissing her into awareness. Marie's mouth curled up slightly in a sleepy smile at the feel of his lips against hers.

He rolled on top of her, shifting up so their naked midsections were touching. Before she could register what was happening, he pushed himself inside, making her eye fly open wide and yelp in surprise. She felt him huge and throbbing, her own body stretching to accommodate him. Then he flexed his hips, the end of his cock straining against the deepest part of her, making butterflies take flight in her stomach.

A low, yearning whimper sounded in her throat, making the Wolverine stir from the dark depths of his mind. He was going to take what was his.

He murmured something inaudible but was probably her name against Marie's neck, slowly rolling his hips, pumping into her with long, deep strokes. Each time he pulled almost entirely out only to slip blindly back inside her tightness, making her moan in satisfaction.

Logan knew what he was doing was wrong but the Wolverine told him it was the only way to secure what was already his. The thought of fully possessing her brought him to the edge faster than he would have liked. Sometimes he thought the Wolverine didn't want to share.

He finished with a growl, slamming himself back inside her despite her weak protest to him not pulling out. When he did a minute later the syrupy trail of his excitement followed, smeared over her thigh and the bed sheets. Logan kissed her again, gently biting her neck then soothing it with his rough tongue. He loved how compliant she was, how her body was always ready to accommodate him.

"I love you," he whispered against her skin, a small wave of guilt washing over him that he couldn't push his feral instincts down enough. That he was weaker than he thought.

"I love you too," Marie replied, curling her body back against his warmth before yawning and falling back to sleep.

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A few weeks later, Marie found herself throwing up in the toilet while Logan wasn't around. At first, she dismissed it; some of the kids around the school had recently had a bug, it was no big deal. There was no reason to suspect anything else. They'd been pretty safe right? If they hadn't used a condom, he'd pulled out so there was no way that that could have happened.

The stick confirmed it. She was pregnant.

Marie sat on the bathroom floor with her head against the cool toilet bowl. What was she going to do? She was scared, not knowing what to do, unable to even think in the overbearing environment of the mansion.

So she did what she always did when she was afraid. She grabbed the emergency three hundred dollars from a shoe box at the back of Logan's closet and ran. She got as far as the interstate when she realized she would be able to sustain this way of living for long.

She remembered talking with Jubes and Kitty once about abortions and Jubilee had told her they could cost between three and eight hundred dollars. Not that she knew firsthand but she'd had a cousin a few years older than her back home who got one on the down low because she was nineteen and her parents were strongly Catholic. Like Marie's own.

Part of her wanted to keep the baby no matter what because it was a piece of Logan. The other half knew this was stupid and she had to get rid of it. There was no way she was ready to be a mother and Logan would make a terrible father. He would probably sleep through the feeding and nappy changes, leaving Marie too exhausted for school work and her exams that were coming up later that year.

What would Logan even say? How would he react? The thought of him leaving was terrifying, especially if it was because he had got her pregnant. Logan did the same thing she did when shit went down.

She rented a room a cheap motel for the night before returning home early the next morning. She'd spent seventy-five dollars on the room and a further forty on transport but knew she would never have had the guts to pay Planned Parenthood a visit anyway.

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Logan was waiting in her room when she got back, disheveled and bleary-eyed from lack of sleep and heavy alcohol consumption. He didn't look at her when she came in. The school was eerily quiet in the early morning, students and teachers all sleeping. It was silent.

"Where have you been?" he muttered into his lap.

"I had to go and clear my head for a while."

"Why?" Marie noticed the bottle of dark amber liquid that hung limply from his hand, a slither left sloshing around the bottom.

"I have a lot going on right now." His head snapped up at her refusal to tell him what was wrong.

"Come here." He growled at her. Marie stood still by the door.

"Don't make me ask twice." Her feet felt like they were stuck in glue as she made five heavy paces over to the bed where he was sitting, each step gummy with apprehension. Logan pulled her onto his lap, wrapping her in his burly arms. He nuzzled into her neck, breathing her in deeply.

"I was so worried about you." She felt a stab of guilt at that. Why didn't she think? Of course, he would have been out of his mind with worry that she took off and didn't say where.

"I'm fine."

"You sure as hell don't look fine." He took her in with his scrutinizing gaze and she blushed out of self-consciousness. It took all of her control to not touch her belly; there was no way she was showing yet. He wouldn't know.

Logan could tell she hadn't slept well that night either; she had tossed and turned trying to make a decision. A decision she couldn't make on her own. He knew as soon as she'd entered the room but a closer sniff had confirmed his suspicions.

"Don't you have something to tell me?" Marie froze, now was the time to say but she couldn't gauge his reaction before as he sat there passively before her.

"No." Marie shook her head quickly, chewing on her bottom lip.

"Don't lie to me, Marie." His long fingers tightened around her arms like a vice, trembling with barely suppressed anger.

"Please, let me go." She cried, struggling and failing to be released from his grip, feeling the first twinges of panic flutter through her belly.

All too quickly, he flipped them both over so Marie was on her back and he was sitting atop her. He brought his balled up fist to her lower abdomen, grazing the bare flesh with his knuckles. Her eyes widened in fear then her head fell back to the bed and she let out a low sob, tears welling up then falling from the corners of her eyes.

"Say it." He muttered and when she shook her head he jerked her shoulder hard. The Wolverine felt a strange, disjointed satisfaction at the spike of the fear that spread up her spine.

"SAY IT!"

Marie had never seen him so ferocious before, yes she had seen him angry but not like this and never directed at her. There was a look of liquid burning in his eyes, dark and molten. She knew he would rather die than hurt her but this behavior was foreign to her. Marie knew that she would have to tell him before it was too late.

"I'M PREGNANT!" She screamed back before bursting into tears.

"There was that so hard?" he abruptly let her go, dropping his hands along with his dark demeanor. Marie was confused, rubbing at her swollen eyes that would not stop leaking.

"I knew the moment you walked in."

"So why.." she began.

"To see if you still were. You took three hundred dollars from me."

"You said you knew from when I walked in. So you can smell that kind of thing?"

"I can smell all those kinds of things. I can smell when you're angry or scared; I can tell when you fancy the guy in the movie or the boy across the classroom." His eyes narrowed.

"And I know when you are ovulating." It took Marie a few seconds to process this information.

"Oh my god…" her face drained of all color as quickly as tipping out a glass of milk. She could barely even comprehend what he'd done, the lengths he had gone to just to prove his point.

"You son of a bitch.. YOU FUCKING POSESSIVE PSYCHOPATH." Marie didn't try to keep her voice down.

Logan reached out for her and she almost fell backward in her haste to get away from him, banging into the wardrobe.

"NO, don't touch me. Don't you DARE touch me!" Logan's heart leapt in his chest. It stung because touch had always been the most important to her. he softened a fraction.

"This was the only way."

"Only way for what? To hook your claws into me so deeply that I can't leave. I already promised you I wouldn't leave you don't have to purposely knock me up to prove a point."

"I did what I had to do." She shook her head as silent tears streaked her cheeks. Logan wanted to kiss them away, to try and make some kind of amends.

"And you knew if it did happen I wouldn't be able to get rid of it. I can't believe you would stoop that low." It broke his heart to know the reason she was crying was because he'd hurt her. But he was too much of a stubborn son of a bitch to stand down.

"I guess we all do terrible things for the people we love."

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They didn't speak for days. Marie was seriously debating telling her closest friend Jubilee but didn't want to risk getting Logan in that much trouble no matter how pissed she was with him. If she was going to have this baby, she'd need to have him around.

He wasn't the best man she had ever known; he was hot-headed, argumentative and even childish at times but he was her all, her everything and she loved him deeply. Marie didn't know how she would survive if she had to live without him. To wake up each day and not have him near would be excruciating.

Why did he have to put her through this? To test her faithfulness at every opportunity? He should have understood the way she loved him; like the stars love the moon, like the way the ocean waves are pulled onto the sand. They simply cannot leave even if they wanted to. They were bound together by invisible strings that were impossible to sever.

At the same moment, Logan senselessly paced the forest thinking about Marie and how clueless he was when it came to figuring her out. He always seemed to fuck everything up when it came to her. She was sweet, patient and loyal and he'd betrayed her trust in the most terrible way because of his uncontrollable jealous streak. He blamed it on his animal side, the darker part of him that was so possessive of his mate it overtook reason.

He loved her in the only way he knew how.

Logan realized only now the extent of what he'd done, forcing this burden on her willingly. Choosing this for her without her consent, deciding she was ready on his own accord.

His feet had taken themselves to her bedroom door and he stood there dazed for a second that his subconscious worked so well. It was like he was magnetized to her.

He knocked on the hardwood twice before opening the door. Marie was sitting on her made bed just gazing into space.

"Marie, baby.."

"What do you want?" She was slouched against the pillows in joggers and a hoodie. An empty bucket sat next to her bed and a bottle of ginger ale.

'Time to swallow your pride, Wolfie.' He thought.

"I wanted to..I owe you an apology.." she raised her eyebrows at him.

"I think we are past that." Her tone was dead. Logan thought of all he might lose, the only thing that mattered to him in his whole existence before swallowing audibly and battering the Wolverine into a cage at the back of his mind. He wasn't allowed out near Marie anymore.

"Baby please.. I've been stupid. Obviously, I didn't think this though, I was just so angry and jealous all the fucking time. I thought I was going to lose you.." Marie got up and came over to where he was standing deflated by the doorway.

"Why does this always come too late with you? If we talked this through properly at the time we wouldn't be in this mess." She stretched up on her toes so she could wrap her arms around his neck.

"I know, I'm sorry." Logan inhaled her concentrated intoxicating scent by the lungful, like a junkie suffering withdrawal. Her scent, a mix of not quite grown-up mature, not quite kid-innocent sent him spiraling. The beast slammed again the bars, howling in pain at the denial of the thing he wanted most.

She led him over to the bed, sat down and fidgeted with a string of loose cotton on the blue bedspread. Tears of frustration burnt behind her eyes, she was sick of this. She wanted to go back to a time where everything was easy again, where she could just live her life with Logan happily, without being overshadowed by the constant cloud that seemed to follow them.

"We need to figure out what to do."

"Well, obviously I'm going to be there for you." He rubbed Marie's back in slow circles and she could feel the heat radiating off him even through the thick sweater.

"I need you to change Logan; you have someone else to be thinking about now. You have to be a better man for our child."

Logan just nodded, envisioning what their life would be like from now on. He swelled with pride at the image of Marie in his head, huge with his cub, then years down the line with two or three more running riot in the Canadian wilderness. An older Marie, smiling by his side, laughing at something he or one of the cubs had said.

"If you can hide it until you graduate, we can leave the mansion before anyone finds out. Move somewhere further away with the baby."

Marie blinked into space, unconsciously thinking the same thoughts as Logan until she realized she was holding his hand with her mutation on. She quickly dropped it, turned to see him gazing at her with red eyes. This was what he'd been missing in his life, what he'd unknowingly been repressing for the longest time. His hand fell to cup her flat abdomen.

"You know, when I'm just sitting still I actually forget I'm pregnant. I guess it's weird until you actually have a bump." fell to his knees in front of the bed, hugged her to him tightly, face pressed against her belly.

"I'm sorry.." his voice was muffled by her sweater but she could hear the anguish in it. Marie pulled his chin up to face her, stroked the hair out of his eyes before kissing his lips sweetly.

"I love you and I'm not leaving you. I'm never leaving you."

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That's the last of this one but watch this space for part 3 of the His series coming soon to a laptop or tablet near you!

But seriously this might have to go on hiatus while I de-angst myself with some lemon meringue fluff. This could either go one of two ways; I could give in to my dominant eternal-anguish side or I could give our favorite couple their happy ending. What do you think?