As the sun rose in New Orleans, it was to find a city hidden in clouds. The fog had rolled in off of the Mississippi and Lake Pontchartrain, engulfing everything in a fog so thick you couldn't see ten feet ahead of you. So the sun rolled up her sleeves and got to work burning it off. As she did, it revealed the old trees and historic houses that just basked quietly, enjoying the insects as they began their chorus. But in the LeBeau House, storm clouds were brewing.
Logan jerked awake to the melodious sounds of... a full out fight being shouted at the top of a pair of lungs. Grumbling, he stumbled from his bed and made his way to the hall, poking his head out. Across the hall and down two doors, Henri LeBeau was doing the same, and then Jean Luc appeared from around the corner in his bed clothes, looking both annoyed, amused, and resigned. A moment later and the door to the bedroom of one Remy LeBeau burst open, and said Remy LeBeau stepped out, hands in the air as if in surrender, and his head down. Still in his pajama pants and tank top, he obviously hadn't been up long.
And then, shocking everyone, a book came sailing out of the open door and impacted heavily against the back of Remy's head.
"OW!" The man yipped, stumbling forward and almost toppling over. "Fils de putain!" Rubbing the back of his head, he turned, glaring, only for his eyes to widen. "Dieu!" Yelping, he ducked as another book want sailing past, and then slammed the door, just in time to wince at an audible THUNK! As a third book struck the newly closed door. Then, they could all hear the occupant in his bedroom burst into hysterical tears. Grimacing, Remy remained where he was, leaning against both hands, braced against the door.
"… What the hell did you do, Cajun?!" Logan asked, looking mighty impressed.
Remy sighed and pushed himself upright, running his hand through his bed-mussed hair, wincing when he felt the tender knot that was forming at the back.
"T'ought Remy may as well get dis over wit'…" He confessed with a shrug.
"… You goaded him into it." Logan summed up, and Jean Luc and Henri looked surprised.
"It was gon' come sooner o' later, no matter what de homme kept sayin'…" Remy reasoned. "I know Spencer. He let t'ings go an ignores 'imself. All de negative jus' fills him up an' den eventually leaks out. He turn into a damn wasp fo' weeks! But if I light dat fuse an' let him blow up, he get it all out at once, an' den it's done! Less pain fo' de bot' of us. I deserve it. But he don't. An' he'll make himself miserable."
"Rip off de bandaid quick. Hurt like a bitch, but only fo' a second, oui?" Henri asked, grinning.
"Exactament." Remy nodded.
"Well…" Jean Luc sighed, scratching his head and looking mostly just amused now, "may 's well get breakfast, long's everyone's up…"
"Oui, Papa." Remy and Henri chorused, and followed the man, though Remy waved Logan to follow. The feral sighed and shook his head and followed, glancing at Remy's bedroom door apprehensively as he passed, still hearing Spencer sobbing.
"Let 'im alone, Wolvie. Trust me." Remy advised. Logan just smirked and followed him down the stairs, feeling ridiculously underdressed, walking around this lavish old house in naught but his tank top and flannel pants. But Remy and Henri weren't any better. Jean Luc at least wore a nice set of pajamas and a house robe as he sat at the table and opened the paper that was set at his seat. Henri headed into the kitchen while Remy and Logan sat at the table, and then emerged a moment later. As he passed by Remy, he poked him in the back of the head.
"Ow!"
"Quite de bump dere, frerot."
"Couillon!"
"Dat's enough, de bot' of y'." Jean Luc said sternly, not even raising his eyes. "Sit down, Henri."
"Oui, Papa." The man said, grinning at Remy, who was glaring.
"Remy… Don't y' dare." Jean Luc said, still behind his morning paper. Logan blinked over at his friend, and smirked when Remy slowly uncurled his fingers from his spoon, a pink glow fading. Henri gave Remy a look, and Remy just glared. "I'll not have y' b'havin' like dis when we have a guest."
"Logan ain't known f' civilized b'havior an' manners, Papa." Remy laughed.
"Up yours, Swamp Rat!" Logan snapped.
"Y' ain't!" Remy insisted.
"Enough!" Everyone turned as Tante Mattie walked in, giving them all glares. "Now, I know Remy a lost cause, but y' know better, Henri!"
"HEY!" Remy cried while Henri and Logan laughed, and Jean Luc allowed a grin to overtake his face. "Remy's manners fine!"
"I know dat." Mattie said, walking by with a tray of food. "Yo' issue is dat y' constantly choose not t' use dem. Not unless y' tryin' to get somet'in." And she bustled off, taking the food upstairs to Spencer, calling over her shoulder, "It's when y' b'have dat we keep an eye on y'!"
"She's got a point, Gumbo." Logan chuckled, grinning at his pouting best friend as a woman emerged from the kitchen and laid a plate down before Jean Luc and Henri, and disappeared into the kitchen before re-emerging with a plate for Remy with eggs, bacon, sausage and hashbrowns. She also plunked a large plate of pancakes into the middle of the table and gave Logan a small empty plate.
"Merci, Etta." Remy mumbled, and the woman just gave him a look. Remy winced as she huffed and said "I shoulda made y' cook y' own food, Remy!" Remy sighed and drooped, poking his eggs with his fork while she turned to Logan and said "How y' like y' eggs, honey?"
"Over easy, thanks." Logan nodded, watching Remy eating his eggs Sunny Side Up.
"Spencer… still like his poached?" Remy asked after a moment, a small smile on his face. Etta looked at him and sighed.
"On toast." She nodded, returning to the kitchen. Logan sighed and snagged a few pancakes once Henri had his, and drenched them in the maple syrup, though Henri, and then Jean Luc, stuck with Boysenberry. A few minutes later, and Etta set down a plate for Logan with his eggs, hasbrowns, bacon and sausage.
"Anyt'ing I can get f' anyone? Aside from him?" And she smacked Remy in the back of the head.
"OW!"
"Man up, Remy." Jean Luc snorted. "Orange juice please, Etta."
"Yessuh." She nodded, and returned to the kitchen.
Mattie followed her, having delivered Spencer his breakfast, and then came back from the kitchen with her own plate, sitting beside Henri and across from Logan.
"Remy…" She said, her voice hard. "Why you go an' stir up trouble dis mornin' wit' dat boy? He all upset!"
"Cuz if Remy didn't get de homme to let it loose, de boy would've let it build an' fester, Tante." Remy admitted. "He'd be stressin' hi'self out f' WEEKS."
"Hm." Mattie frowned, cutting her sausage and shooting Remy a look. "Alrigh' den."
The rest of breakfast was a rather quiet affair. The LeBeau family, minus Remy, who was used to it, seemed amused at just how many times Logan went back for additional helpings on the proteins, until Etta just walked in a plunked a large serving platter down, piled with bacon and sausage before announcing "I'm headin' t' market, Sir. More specifically, de butcher! I ain't equipped t' feed de likes o' dis homme!" And then she scowled and left. Remy, Mattie and Henri grinned, and Jean Luc let his head fall back as he let loose peals of laughter.
"Guess I didn't t'ink to warn de femme!" Remy admitted with his own chuckle.
"Y' had other t'ings on y' mind, mon fils." Jean Luc pointed out, and Remy gave him a small smile, feeling that maybe he was on the road to being forgiven. The little look that Jean Luc shot him let him know that he was right, but also warned him not to fuck up, either.
Remy was the first to rise from the table and take his plate into the kitchen, setting it into the sink and beginning to wash it. Henri walked in and made a double take.
"Y' doin' DISHES?!" He blurted.
"We ain't got hired help at de mansion." Remy shrugged. "Everyone do deir part. 'Cludin' Remy."
Henri let out a harrumph, and then handed Remy his own plate before leaving, Remy shooting a glare after him. But when Etta returned from the market, she was quiet startled to find the kitchen clean and spotless, not a single dish to be done. Even her skillets were set in the drying rack. Slowly, a smile touched her lips.
"Well, I never…" And she shook her head and got to work putting away the groceries.
Once Remy had finished cleaning the kitchen, he made his way upstairs with a peace offering… something he KNEW no one would have let Spencer have while pregnant…
He entered the bedroom to find Spencer sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes in the open French Doors. But when Remy entered, his entire body tensed, and then he whipped around, nostrils flaring as though he were channeling Logan, and his eyes zeroed in on what Remy held in his hands. He looked almost rabid for a moment, but then deflated and turned back to the window.
"It's just cruel, drinking that in front of me." He pouted. "This revenge for the book?"
Remy closed the door behind him and chuckled, walking around to the other side of the bed to kneel before Spencer.
"Non." He said with a smile, and pressing the mug into Spencer's hands. "Dis here to say I'm sorry. Jus'… don't tell no one." And he winked, then grinned as Spencer's face lit up brighter than he remembered it could get. And then he was letting out an orgasmic moan as he drank the coffee. Remy felt himself flush, and he shifted a bit as that moan caused stirrings between his thighs. Then the mug was set aside, there were hands on his cheeks, and a deliciously soft pair of lips on his own.
Smiling into the kiss, Remy's hands fell to Spencer's swollen middle, and he had to break the kiss at the delighted laugh that rose in him when he felt the activity under his touch. Spencer just smiled back admiring the joy on his partner's face.
"Uh… Will you… help me to the bath?" He asked after he had finished the heavenly coffee.
"Anyt'ing f' y', cher. Anyt'ing…" And Spencer gasped as he was swept up into Remy's arms, and kissed once more. Neither noticed Tante Mattie opening the door of the bedroom and pause, watching Remy carrying Spencer into the bathroom, and noting the smiles on both of their faces. A smile touched her own as she closed the door with a little nod of satisfaction. Though she did blow up a bit later that afternoon when she went to check on the pair, only to find the bedroom empty.
She called for an immediate search, seconded by the newly arrived Bella Donna, who felt the need to see if she still should be considering murdering her ex-husband. Amused, Logan's nose led the way. All the way to the back yard. As they crossed the veranda, Henri blurted "What happened t' de patio furniture?" The question was answered when they found the pair. Remy, it seemed, had swiped all of the cushions and seat pillows to make a nice little place to rest his lover down at the base of an old Magnolia tree near the old fountain. The pair were resting on the ground beneath the twisted boughs, curled up in each other's arms, and Spencer was reading out loud, his head resting on Remy's chest. Remy had his head back and eyes closed, and wore a blissful smile on his face, as one hand stroked over Spencer's hair and the other rested on his belly.
"… That's so sweet, it's makin' me sick." Logan grumbled, rolling his eyes but not managing to bite back the twitch at the corners of his lips.
"They look so beau…" Bella Donna sighed with a dreamy smiling. Henri rolled his eyes now, snorted "Women," and headed back to the house. Bella Donna and Mattie glared after him, and Jean Luc smirked.
"Trust y' gon' make him pay f' dat?" He asked, looking at Bella Donna with an amused glint in his eye, and Logan chuckled.
Under the tree, Spencer smiled and paused in his reading. "We have company."
"Je sais." Remy smiled, not moving or opening his eyes. "Felt dem comin'."
"REMY LEBEAU!" Mattie howled, making Remy and Spencer both jump. "What de hell y' doin?! Dat boy is on STRICT bed rest!"
"De boy was goin' stir crazy!" Remy argued, lifting his head and giving the woman a disgruntled look. "And he's restin', non? Remy even carried de homme all de way out here!" Tante Mattie scowled and glared, hands on her hips, but she said nothing. And so Remy grinned and rested his head back again. "Y' got good timin' t'ough… Spencer's belly getting' noisy. Lunch time! Don't supposed y' could bring us somet'in? Remy's got his hands full!"
Jean Luc immediately pinched the bridge of his nose and Logan grinned, turning to Bella Donna and Mattie. They were both GLARING.
"Spencer? Roll over, darlin'." Logan called, and eyes wide, Reid rolled aside as Bella Donna reached them. Remy's eyes snapped open at that, but it wasn't in time. Bella jerked him to his feet with her hand fisted in his shirt, and Remy froze and put his hands up as he felt a blade at his crotch. Bella was glaring up into his wide eyes as his sun glasses slipped down his nose.
"Uh…" Was all he said.
"Y' get y' lazy ass inside an' do it y'self, Remy LeBeau." Bella Donna snarled, then pivoted and flung Remy back behind her. The men yelped and stumbled, but gracefully tucked and rolled forwards, coming to his feet in a fluid motion, already brushing the dirt off of his shirt as he headed for the house, cursing a blue streak the whole way, but they all knew him well enough to hear the undertones of amusement.
Jean Luc turned to Bella Donna and said "Y' know de boy does dat jus' to get a rise outta y, cher…"
"I know, I know…" Bella snorted in disgust. "He jus' knows how t' push m' buttons. And not in a good way."
"He does that with everyone." Logan snorted, and Spencer grinned, saying "It's his secret mutant power," and everyone snickered, but then turned all attention on Spencer when he hissed and stiffened, pressing a hand to his belly.
"The baby is kicking some… sensitive things." He assured them, then gave them all a glower, saying "It didn't start up again until you made Remy leave…"
"What now?" Jean Luc asked.
"… The baby… calms down for Remy." Spencer said, softly. "He got it to calm down last night. I actually got some decent sleep. So far, whenever it starts kicking and really disturbing me, Remy has been able to get it to stop." Everyone looked baffled at that.
"… He only been here twelve hours!" Bella exclaimed. Spencer shrugged.
"Maybe it has somet'ing t'do wit' de baby's bio energy dat Remy can sense? Maybe even manipulate?" Jean Luc suggested, and everyone pondered this idea.
"Likely somet'ing we never know fo' sure." Mattie said, kneeling to check Spencer over. "An' some t'ings are jus' b'yond our understandin'. Could be le enfant has some way to… recognize Remy fo' who he is."
"Wit' a mutant fo' a papa," Bella said, cocking her head, "le enfant will be a mutant too, non?"
"Statistics say yes." Reid nodded.
"An' likely, it's mutation will be similar to, if not de same as, Remy's mutations?"
"Probably." Reid nodded.
"What about it reactin to Remy's bio energy?" Bella suggested.
"The baby's mutation won't kick in until puberty." Reid pointed out, and Bella frowned, drooping. Reid looked down and caressed his stomach, saying "I just hope it—"
"Has his eyes." Jean Luc, Mattie and Bella chorused, making Reid blush.
"Leave de boy alone…" Remy commanded when he returned a moment later with a couple of sandwiches and some lemonade, resuming his previous position under the tree with Spencer. "Don't worry… I get 'im inside when we be ready."
And reluctantly, Jean Luc, Bella Donna and Mattie left the pair alone…