Logan dropped their things off in their room before joining Ororo and Erinn back outside in the hall. He sighed, offering his beautiful wife a half reassuring smile. That was his old room. IT held so many memories of hurt and love that it almost got to him when he tossed his bags in. Ororo offered him a smile and said, "We change out some of the furniture to accommodate you both." Logan nodded in appreciation, and the three walked down the halls. The mansion hadn't changed a bit. It was still warm, in temperature and atmosphere, as they walked from the teacher's dorm area to the main hall. Class was still in session, so the halls were silent as the students sat through their lessons. Erinn was looking around, absorbing the looks of the dark brown wooden walls adorned with student art and other pictures of the students during school dances or school events. Logan took a deep breath, taking in the scents around him as his ears were perked up to any danger. Now that he had his pregnant wife at his side, he was extremely over protective of her. "And this is the rec room." Ororo said, pointing into the old gaming room that Logan so fondly remembered; times of drinking with the guys, strip poker and other game nights that lead to some getting lucky and some passing out on the floor while the students had all gone home for the summer. Erinn nodded, listening as Ororo was giving her more of a tour than Logan. He still remembered this place, like a good memory and a bad dream all rolled into one fancy title.
"This place is amazing Ms. Ororo. You must be so proud running this Institution to this bright and full potential." Erinn complimented. Storm would smile brightly as she led them down to the dining hall. Long tables lined the room, and towards the back right corner was a larger round table where the teachers normally ate to spend time together and still keep an eye on the students.
"Thank you so much. And please, call me 'Ro." Storm replied, bringing them back towards the kitchen area. The school, since Xavier had passed, had hired a chef to come on during the school year and make breakfast and lunch and dinner for the students. Logan couldn't really see him, since he was moving at breakneck speed cooking everything when they came back. He was a mutant as well, with the power of super speed and to Logan he smiled like a mixture of cheese and mushrooms. Wolverine held his arm tightly around his wife, and Erinn would laughed and hug him back. She knew how he could get. It wasn't unusual, even around their closest friends, for him to stand almost menacing in claim over his mate. Some arguing could be heard through the door to the old kitchen that was first installed in the mansion when it was first built. That is where the teacher's lounge was, allowing the teachers and X-Men of the mansion to escape their duties for coffee or something to eat that wasn't allowed in sight of the students. Ororo opened the door, laughing as they saw the two individuals arguing alongside the microwave. The first was a woman, tall and curvy with dark brown hair that was streaked with frost white color. Her eyes were like ice, and her skin so pale it looked like frost covering the ground on a cold winter morning. She seemed stubborn in her argument, crossing her arms over her supple chest and glaring almost at the man in front of her. The man he was arguing with almost shocked Logan. He knew he recognized the scent of the now grown Nightcrawler, but the man was not the same as the boy he remembered five years ago. He was taller, built with his shaggy blue hair cut in an actual style as he was wearing a white button down and kakis with his rosary around his neck. The two continued their debate, the woman holding a yogurt container in her hand as she said,
"Kurt. We are throwing this out! Expiration date or not there are little fuzzy things on the top!" She exclaimed, popping the top open and almost shoving it in his face for him to see. Her voice was smooth, but still had a sharp sting as she spoke to him. Kurt held his hands up, pushing it lightly away from his face as he said,
"The expiration date stands. I will scoop the fuzzies out if it is so concerning to you." His German accent was still thick as could be as he lightly took the container from her. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she threw her hands up in defeat.
"Fine. If you want to go get sick, then don't come crying to me when you are puking your guts out over your stubbornness." She said, turning and sticking her head into the fridge again. Kurt grinned and grabbed a spoon from the drawer.
"I am not going to get sick."He said, so assured in his decision as he started to remove the fuzzy spots from the yogurt. Erinn stepped forward, chuckling as Kurt's head wiped around to see her.
"Actually…even with the bacteria gone from those certain spot you can still have the bacteria swimming through the yogurt. Makes an even greater risk for food poisoning, especially Salmonella where you will be in the bathroom with both ends burning like someone stuck a hot poker in your jelly holes." She explained, offering them a light smile like she said this all the time. The woman's head retreated from the fridge, and both of them looked at her like she was insane. Logan laughed, coming forward and placing a hand on his wife's shoulder as his eyes met Kurt's golden pupil less ones.
"I would listen to the lady Elf. She is a nurse." He chuckled. Kurt nodded slowly, tossing the container in the trash before turning back around and grinning broadly. Logan smirked. No matter how much Kurt grew up, he would always have that cheeky know it all boyish smile that actually got him some ladies when he was younger. The two men laughed, coming forward to greet each other with a firm handshake. "How have you ben fuzz ball?" Logan asked, releasing his hold. Kurt shrugged.
"As much to be expected there old friend. And how are you doing? And with a female companion I see," He paused, his head nodding towards Erinn. Logan turned, outstretching his arm to wrap around her shoulder as she came forward to stand beside him. Kurt bowed to her with respect, outstretching his hand and taking hers when she extended it. "I am Kurt Vagner, and this is my fiancée Cecilia Webster." Cecilia smiled, nodding to the other woman as her name was mentioned. Her eyes would wander to Kurt's, a warmth and affection in them as she chuckled.
Erinn laughed and shook the blue mutant's hand. "I am Erinn, Logan's wife." She explained. Kurt nodded, standing back up as he looked at Logan.
"A wife Logan?" He asked, teasing his friend as Logan offered him a smirk. "And here I thought you were content with the occasional stripper, a bar fight and a beer."He said. Logan gulped turning and looking down at Erinn. She was glancing up at him, her eyebrow raised as she offered him that 'you're in trouble' look.
"Strippers huh?" She said, and Logan laughed nervously. He might have been the mighty Wolverine, but an angry wife on pregnancy hormones was something he never wanted to deal with since that one night she came home from work absolutely fuming. That night, he actually feared for his life as she ranted, raved and cursed to high heavens while swinging around a wooden spoon. He held a hand up,
"In my defense, that was before I met such a beautiful and wonderful wife like you dear." He said. She nodded, smirking lightly as she kissed his cheek and whispered,
"Nice save." Cecilia then stepped forward, interjecting as she came to stand beside Kurt and face Erinn. For a woman who looked cold as ice, she had such warmth to her features. Logan guessed it was a love thing, since he had seen it in himself when he first met Erinn.
"I think these boys might want to catch up, and you look like you are starving. How about we let them be and we find something to eat. In truth, I am starving to." She suggested. Erinn nodded, squeezing Logan's hand while Kurt receive a light kiss form his love before the two women moved away and towards the pantry. Kurt motioned to the connecting rec room, and Logan followed as the two men went to take their old seats.
"So, it has been a while Logan. How has life treated you?" Kurt asked, perching himself in the chair. Logan sat down, shaking his head at his old friend's odd way of sitting before leaning back. He remembered the chair, and now that he was back he was going to reclaim it as his spot. Although, but the scent on the chair it wasn't like a lot of people sat in his seat. It was almost like he never left. Logan ran a hand through his hair as he chuckled and looked at Kurt. He still couldn't believe how much he had grown into a man, a X-man and a teacher.
"It has been alright. The first year or so was rough, but I met Erinn while going through Colorado and never really turned back from that." He said, not wanting to be asked to many questions about him and Erinn. She was, in his mind, his rock. They met and he found himself not able to leave that small town. So, getting a motel room and a job at the local logging company he would make any excuse to see her again. Two years after that they had been moved in together and were planning a wedding. He never knew what happened between all that, but he wouldn't change the blur of events if it meant losing her. She was everything to him. Kurt would nod, rubbing the back of his neck.
"We were all worried about you when you left Logan, but I am very glad to see you have done well for yourself." He said, his thick German accent pushing the words together as he offered a fang like smile. Logan shook his head, chuckling as he nodded.
"I am glad everything worked out good here." He said, turning and tilting his head towards the kitchen. He kept an ear out for Erinn, hearing her laughter and feeling himself relax a little knowing that she was alright and starting to find friends almost immediately. She was a people person, he would give her that. Kurt then stood, stretching his arms over his head to crack his back.
"Come on Logan, classes will be letting out soon and dinner not long from now. Why don't we join the women until then." He suggested. Kurt must have noticed how antsy he was getting being away from Erinn, and Logan nodded and stood. His large frame, now equal in height to the blue mutant , stretched as they walked back into the kitchen.
