I don't want anyone to get bored with this, so decided to shake things up a bit. The updates are gonna be slow before they even out, I had a procedure done Monday so I'm somewhat high on pain med little Darcy's (hehe, fuuuuun) Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Chapter 4: Uncle Vic and the very beginning

"Whaddya want for dinner tonight darlin'?"

Marie thought a moment and lit up.

"Let's try that new curry place in town."

Logan shrugged and grab the keys to the truck. He'd already decided not to mention the fact that Marie usually hated curry, it'd only spark outrage and a possible crying fit. In fact, he kept silent nearly the entire ride, even when she changed her mind from curry to Italian, ended up getting sick the minute she caught a whiff of garlic and then proceeded to devour an entire slab of barbecue ribs in one sitting.

By the time he'd gotten her tucked away into bed, both were thoroughly wiped. As this was becoming somewhat of a normal occurrence, Marie felt it necessary to discuss the situation.

"Logan?"

"Mmm?"

"Ah can't sleep."

"Mmkay."

"Logan!"

He groaned and nuzzled closer into the nape of her neck.

"Marie go to sleep."

"But ah can't! Ah feel jus' terrible, runnin yah ragged when yah just want a good meal."

Logan sighed and let his mate roll over to look at him.

"You can't help it darlin'. Baby skunk wants to try new things."

"Baby skunk?"

Logan Howlett didn't blush often but most of the times he remembered doing so was always around his Marie. This was yet another occasion to add to the list.

"I um.. I figured. You know. You gotta stripe kid. So the baby.. we don't actually know what it is yet. So I thought.. well I didn't wanna call the baby it you know? And.. err.."

"Yah wonderful man!" She kissed him happily and gave his butt a squeeze. He grinned, mostly out of happy confusion but pleased he'd made her smile.

"What was that for darlin'?"

"Cause yah gonna be such a good daddy and ah find that incredibly sexy."

"Yeah?"

"Oh yeah. C'mere."

He growled and did as told, hoping his girl would be in the mood to show him exactly how sexy she found it. However, the universe was going to continue its mission to make his balls eternally blue, as he felt a familiar and completely unwelcome tug at his mind.

Not now Chuck.

So sorry to interrupt your evening-

Then don't!

But there's someone here who'd very much like a word with you.

Tell em to go fu-

It's your brother.

Victor was grinning widely when Logan stomped into the professor's office, followed closely by a curious Marie.

"There she is! You're glowing little one. Come give your big brother a hug."

"Hell no!"

Victor rolled his eyes at the younger feral.

"Don't start a bitch fit Jimmy. I've been freelancing for your do-gooder clan here haven't I? And don't pretend you're not even a little glad to see me, I can smell it."

Logan grunted but scents didn't lie. He was glad, or at least his animal was. Havin more pack around meant more people lookin out for their mate and kit on the way. And a very small (miniscule, tiny, deep DEEP DOWN part) of Logan was thankful to have some moral support from someone who, truth be told, was family.

Whether he admitted it most days or not.

"I think I'll allow three of you some privacy. Mr. Creed, your rooms are as you left them, good night." And on that note, Xavier took his leave.

"Now, before I was so rudely interrupted, C'mere little one."

As insane as Victor was, Marie knew he did love Logan (albeit in his own, disturbed way) and so he had come for reasons other than to cause trouble. She was surprised to find he was an exceptional hugger, and even smiled when he gave her cheek a quick lick.

"Can't believe you let this dumb ass knock you up. We could have made beautiful babies little one."

Marie rolled her eyes.

"Sorry, you're too old for meh."

"Only means I have more experience little one. In all facets of life."

He offered a smirk eerily similar to his little brother's and gave her another lick before releasing the girl.

"If you're done trying to get in my mate's pants, mind telling us what the hell you're doing here?" Logan grouched, pulling Marie back to him.

"Not done, just taking a break." He winked at her and ignored Logan's snarl when she giggled.

"Get on with it before I cut parts off were the sun don't shine."

"Loosen up runt. I'm here to help."

"Help?" Two voices asked in unison.

"Course. Little one here is pregnant. You don't know the first thing about babies Jimmy. "

As the pair continued to stare in shock, Victor counted off points on his fingers.

"Plus, you'll need help getting things ready, keeping little one healthy, someone to take your job so you can be at home with em for awhile-"

"My what?!"

"Already talked to Xavier, you'll get a few weeks off after the kit comes."

"You're not serious."

Victor shrugged.

"We're family Jimmy. Whether you like it or not, I know more about this baby shit then you do. I'm also the kid's uncle. Could come in handy to have a merc on your side, you never know. On top of all that, I did the math. Seems to me, I'm the reason we're discussing this in the first place."

Marie shushed Logan who was gearing up for another threat and frowned.

"How's that Victor? Yah said yah did the math?"

He purred at her, snickering as the irritation in Logan's scent began to rise again.

"Sure did. Bout four months back, that recon Jimmy and I pulled off. Now I was thinking Victor sounded good if it was a boy and Victoria for a girl."

-Four months earlier-

"Kid?"

Marie had spent the last 72 hours in complete agony. Logan and his brother Victor had gone on what was supposed to be a quick reconnaissance mission. In and out, one night and then back home. Instead, something had gone wrong. They called for backup, which was alarming in itself because Logan would only have done so if he'd been overtaken. Hank had forbidden her from joining the recovery team since she'd only recently recovered from a concussion and so there was nothing to do but wait. The team had gone out of radio range so she assumed they were either underground or underwater.

No word on what was happening, no way of knowing if her mate was dead or alive.

She hadn't slept. Had been force fed by Hank. And spoke only to her mental Logan and Wolvie. It was torture of the acutest kind. She didn't even notice Logan (the real Logan) calling to her until the door to their bedroom opened.

"Logan."

He was bloodied and limping, clearly still healing from whatever horrors he'd gone through. But he was here, smiling tiredly and already holding his arms open to catch Marie when she flew at him.

"Logan yah- oh god ah- yah here! Yah alive sugah oh mah lawd ah was so so worried-" She covered him in kisses, hanging on for dear life and quickly becoming a crying mess.

"Shhhh. I'm fine darlin. I'm alright. It's okay, I'm home and safe."

She cupped his face in her hands, kissing him hard and letting out another sob.

"Ah thought yah were dead, nobody could tell meh anythin- Oh sugah I couldn't bear tah live without yah!"

"No more talk of dying Kid. I'm right here. Vic shoved me down in time, and the team came in and found us. I'm not going anywhere."

He pressed his lips to hers, soft and reassuring until it wasn't enough for either of them. Even as she pulled his shirt over his head he was cutting away her clothes, laying her down on the bear skin rug in front of the fireplace following his hands with his mouth.

"God... Logan.."

"I'm here. I'm here."

Her hands were a flurry of activity, unzipping his jeans and reaching down the front to take his rapidly hardening member into her hold. She grasped him tightly, using her own wetness to lubricate his head and making her way up and down. As his breathing grew more ragged he growled, dipping his mouth down to her breasts and tugging the nipples between his teeth.

"Oh sugah.. take meh - need yah inside meh-"

Marie let out a whine when he pulled away, only to moan when he sucked at the mark he'd left on her neck. His mark. His claim to the world that they belonged to each other.

"Not ready yet darlin."

Without warning he reached between them and thumbed her clit, still sucking the overly sensitive flesh of her throat and reaching fingers deep within to massage her nether lips and walls. In and out, scraping with a breath of pressure and building a hot wet heat inside her, Logan sank his teeth in hard and snarled in triumph. as her climax hit. Marie cried out, body arching and hips humping his hand as she rode out her pleasure.

Before she could even catch her breath, Logan was between her thighs with his cock buried deep inside. Marie could only lock her ankles in the small of his back and keen, begging for him to move harder, faster.

"Marie.. unnngghhh-"

"Please- Logan.."

He remarked her yet again, pushing his mate's body over the edge and as he came and roaring as his seed splashed into her body. Fingernails digging into his back she took it, tears pricking her eyes as Logan lapped away the blood and kissed her achingly slow.

"Don't yah evah scare meh like that again Logan Howlett. I love yah. So so much." She whispered, kissing him again. He gave her bottom lip a quick nip and purred in content.

"Love you too Darlin. I'm not going anywhere."

They would spend the rest of the night making love, reassuring one another that promise rang true.

-Present day-

"Victor ah'll always be grateful to yah but I'm not namin mah baby after yah."

Victor sighed heavily, as though he were the one being put out by this rejection.

"Rude little one. You've cut me deeply."

"You'll live." Logan cut in.

"Who knows? People die of broken hearts, look it up."

For the second time tonight Marie rolled her eyes as the brother's began to bicker. They both were over a century old, but that never seemed to stop them from bickering like children,

"If that's all, this mama to be could use some sleep."

"Or a good lay. I smelt it on the two of you the second you got inside."

The older feral smirked at Marie's blush and headed for the door.

"Have fun children. I'll see you tomorrow to discuss nursery plans."

Marie's eyes widened as he strolled out and she gripped her mate's arm in a panic.

"He's joking. Tell meh he's jokin sugah."

Logan scented the air and paled.

"Not even a little bit."