Three months later...

It was Saturday morning and everyone else were either still sleeping or watching cartoons but Rogue and John were sitting together at an empty table that had been set up in Dr McCoy's office. Not that they had planned to spend a precious weekend day cooped up inside but it seemed like a good idea to attend this class. Dr McCoy had plastered the school's bulletin boards with flyers announcing a new weekend class called 'So You're Pregnant, Now What?' It didn't take either of them long to realize that the class was for their benefit.

"You know, you're gonna have to let go of my hand sometime..."

"But I like holding your hand... And besides, you told me I could touch you anytime I wanted..."

"I believe that statement was made in the heat of the moment..."

She laughed, which only made her hold on his hand tighter. "I'm still getting used to being able to touch...you know, not just you...and not just in bed..." She cleared her throat, blushing furiously at what she had just said aloud. She rapidly changed the subject, pointedly ignoring his light chuckles. "I actually touched Jubilee's bare shoulder yesterday. You should have seen her face when she realized what happened..."

"Who knew all it would take for you to finally take control of your mutation was to get you preg..." He didn't get to finish his wry comment as they both looked up to see someone entering the room.

Aw...shit...

"What are you doing here?" she asked, her lips thinning in anger and her grip even tighter on John's hand. He was seriously thinking he might lose circulation.

"It wasn't my idea, believe me," Logan muttered.

Don't sit next to me, don't sit next to me, don't sit to me... Damnit, Logan, you bastard...

John gave Logan a nervous smile and a nod of acknowledgment, as the older man took the seat next to him. Rogue only stared straight ahead, her eyes firmly on the front of the room. John was now sitting between an aggravated Wolverine and a clearly displeased pregnant girlfriend.

Rock meet hard place.

"Look, I'm sorry, okay? Can't we just get past this?" Logan started.

Rogue snorted then said sarcastically, "You're sorry?"

"I didn't mean to...um...interrupt you guys, okay? I...uh...heard you...and I thought...well...I thought you were in trouble..."

"And when I said don't come in, did you take that as go ahead and break down the door?"

"I said I was sorry!"

"Well, sorry isn't going to cut it, bub! And was it really necessary for you to go screaming 'I'm blind! I'm blind!' once you realized I wasn't in trouble? Your stupid screaming brought everyone to our room!"

"I wasn't expecting you to be in that...that..." Logan waved his hand around, trying to grasp the right word. "...position... It just surprised me, all right? It would have surprised anyone! Tell her, John!"

I really hate you, you stupid fucking metallic jerk. "I...uh..." John stuttered out.

"Don't you dare try to bring him to your side, Logan!"

"I'm not trying bring him to anybody's side! You're being unreasonable! Isn't she being unreasonable?" Logan directed the last question to John. Even Rogue seemed interested in how he was going to answer that, as she let go of his hand to cross her arms against her chest.

"Oh geez...don't bring me into this..."

"Don't bring you into this? You're already a part of this, buddy."

"I really don't want to be in the middle of this, Logan. You have the ability to kill me slowly and painfully. And she...well...she lets me do things..."

"Do NOT finish that sentence."

"Don't tell him what to do!"

"Oh my God...you guys would be like so totally the perfect story for Jerry Springer. Or maybe Maury Povich... Which one has all the fist fights on their show?"

"Jubilee, what the hell are you doing here?" Logan asked, irritation written all over his face.

"Chill, Wolvie. I was invited." Jubilee took the seat next to Logan. "I'm the alternate. You know, in case, Johnny-boy here faints in the delivery room or something. Like when he sees exactly where the baby will be coming out from and then it's lights-out."

As annoying as Jubilee could be, John was relieved to see her. Anything, even being called 'Johnny-boy' or her thinking he would pull a pansy stunt like fainting, was better than being in the middle of a fight between Logan and Rogue.

"So how you doin', Wolvie? Still blind?" Jubilee grinned, nudging the older man in the side.

"Shut up."

"Hey, I'm on your side. I'm just surprised you didn't freak out when they moved in together."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"Dude, did ya really think they're like spending that much time in their room working on their multiplication table? Get a clue, wolf-boy. Come to think about it, do you think it's normal for a pregnant girl to be so horny? Should we ask Dr McCoy about that?"

"Jubilee!" Rogue exclaimed.

"What? I'm just asking!" Jubilee looked at the three of them, all their faces red as beets and decided she had tortured them enough - for now. "So what brings you to this part of the neighborhood, anyway? I didn't think you were a fan of pregnancy classes."

Logan sighed heavily. "Apparently, the Professor thinks this will help me with my anger management."

Jubilee put on her shocked face. "No! You? Angry? I would have never guessed!"

He gave her disgruntled looks as she laughed loudly at him. He could hear John snickering next to him. He even had the feeling that Rogue was laughing too but was at least trying to stifle it - whether it was because she was trying to spare his feelings or because she was still mad at him, he wasn't sure.

Logan muttered darkly under his breath as the teenagers continued to laugh at his expense. They only managed to quiet down when Hank finally arrived in the classroom fifteen minutes later.

"Oh good, Logan, you're here. Will you come up here, please?"

"Why?"

"I actually need to measure you."

"For what?"

"Why...for your padded suit."

"My what?"

"Your padded suit... Didn't the Professor explain this to you?"

Logan racked his brain. "I..uh...heard 'class' and 'management' and then after that I kinda zoned out..."

"Well, since Miss Lee here is going to be basically John's backup during Rogue's pregnancy, she'll be learning more about his role during the upcoming months. The Professor thought it would be a good idea for her to have a partner to practice with and since you seemed to have volunteered…"

Realization dawned on all of them.

"Oh my fucking God!" Jubilee exclaimed, clapping her hands in delight.

"Oh hell no!" Logan yelled.

"Logan, it's just pretend. You'll only be fake-pregnant for a few months," Hank said patiently. "Now if you'll just stand up for a moment, I need to get your waist size..."

"Are you crazy? Have you been taking crazy pills? Is that it? It's not going to happen!"

"You and Jubilee will be paired together," Hank went on, completely ignoring Logan's outburst. "She'll be taking good care of you, I'm sure. Come on now. Stand up...just for a second..."

"What part of 'hell no' did you not get?"

"Logan, let me make this very clear, the Professor has the ability to make things very uncomfortable for you. You remember your little scouting trip to Iowa, right? It'll be worse…much much worse..."

Logan tried to think of a way to squirm out of this but was startled out of his thoughts when Jubilee slapped a hand against his shoulder. "No worries, Wolvie. I take care of my women. And besides, I like 'em big and hairy."

"What about Harry?" Rogue called out, holding a paperback version of Big Book of Baby Names in her hands. It was one of many books that Hank had given them to read and look over. She was in her black strappy nightgown – the one she knew he liked - sitting in the middle of the bed with her legs crossed and stretched out. "Harry sounds nice."

"No way... Do you really want to name our child after a lightning scarred wizard freak?" he replied back from the bathroom.

"When did you read Harry Potter?" she laughed.

"I didn't...but it's hard to be around you guys whenever a new movie or book comes out. I've never seen Kitty look so giddy."

She giggled as she returned her attention to searching for a name. "How about Joshua? It means 'God is salvation.'"

She heard him chuckle. "Let's not burden the kid with a religious name. St John is bad enough…"

She scooted off the bed, book still in hand. She kicked the shoes she knew would be lying in front of the doorway to the bathroom out of the way without missing a beat.

In the three months they had been living together, she had tried getting him not to leave his shoes there but it was a useless battle. She may have lost that round but he did make up for it in other ways – he remembered to put the toilet seat down, he didn't squeeze the toothpaste from the middle of the tube, he picked up his own dirty socks and actually put them in the hamper… It was just the shoes he never seemed to get.

She shifted the book to one hand as she trailed the other hand over his bare back as he brushed his teeth, his sweatpants slung low around his hips.

He was rinsing out his mouth when she continued, "Do you like Nathan?"

"Isn't it possible that we're having a girl? How about some girl names?"

She just smiled serenely, putting the book down on the counter. She pushed him out the bathroom, backing him up until he hit the edge of the bed.

"You know, just for your own personal information, I bruise easily and you keep manhandling me..."

She smirked, giving him another push so that he was forced to sit down on the bed. She moved to straddle his lap. "But I thought you liked it rough."

He chuckled, leaning close as his lips touched hers. His hands rested over her gently rounding belly. He pulled back slightly, ignoring her look of annoyance. "Uh...not to ruin the mood or anything but...we're not going to be interrupted again, are we? Because I'd hate for him to catch us this way...you know...again..."

Her arms settled around his neck. "I talked to Jubilee at dinner. She has plans for him."

"So what does this mean? You're not gonna be mad at him anymore?"

"We'll see. I think two more nights with Jubilee should settle it. Now enough talking..."

"Are you comfortable?"

"Lee, will you just get out of here?" Logan was lying on his bed, propped up by a dozen pillows as Jubilee brought him yet another glass of water.

"I just want to make sure the baby's gonna be okay. I'm gonna sleep here. You know...just in case. We never know when there might be an emergency, right?"

Logan groaned loudly.

"Are you in pain? Should I get Dr McCoy? You're not miscarrying, are you?"

"Oh my God...just stop. In case you haven't notice, I'm a man. I'm not really pregnant. There's no way I can get pregnant. Men cannot possibly get pregnant. It is medically impossible for me to get pregnant. Hence, I cannot possibly be miscarrying." He swatted at her hands like he was trying to shoo away a pesky fly. "And stop fluffing the pillows!"

"Oh, Logan... Dr McCoy warned me about these mood swings..." Jubilee tsked. "And you forget that male seahorses get pregnant. Weren't you listening to anything Dr McCoy taught us today?"

She left the room and Logan hoped it was for good. But the door opened again a moment later as she dragged in a small cot. She settled it next to his bed then went out again to get sheets, blankets and even more pillows.

As she was making the bed, she said, "The Professor thought my idea to sleep here for the duration of the 'pregnancy' was a great one. Of course, I'm only sleeping on the cot for your own benefit. I don't want you thinking that I would take advantage of you in your delicate state. So now, you rest up. Baby needs energy, right?"

Logan could only close his eyes and hope that this would be all just a horrible horrible nightmare.

A/N: I hope I didn't squick too many people - just remember, it's just a pretend pregnancy...to make Logan's life a little bit more complicated. ;)

BTW, anyone want to give me some prompts for a Halloween Ryro fic? Any suggestions will be welcomed!