A/N OMG I SUCK AT UPDATING! WHAT IS WITH THAT! I am so so so sorry, I am honestly going to try a lot harder to start updating more I swear. I hope you still have interest in this story.

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I moaned loudly, "I have to go coo and squeal over Jean's stomach don't I?" I asked my eyes trailing Logan's figure as he hastily threw the bags in the closet. I winced when I heard something hit the hard floor, "careful," I warned darkly, before dropping myself back on the bed and closing my eyes.

The corner of Logan's mouth twitched up, "you don't have too..." he said, moving to stand in front of me, arms crossed, "it's just that if you don't, Jean will probably hunt you down and... kill you with her mind," he finished smiling before patting my knee.

I chuckled and pushed him away, "thanks for that," I smiled, shaking my head.

Logan's answering smile was warm as he sat down on the bed next to me, his eyes trained solely on my own before going to wander around the room. We fell into a comfortable silence, small bangs and the occasional voice the only sound that penetrated the walls around us. I sighed inaudibly, my fingers begging to itch at the burning in my neck; which I quickly allowed.

When my fingers touched my neck, I noticed how hot it felt to the touch. I cringed slightly as my cool finger tips brushed the angry skin, a small burst of pain making me mumble under my breath. At the small—almost inaudible—sound Logan's head tilted to the side, absently signalling he had heard the noise. I looked up, my fingers lazily but cautiously lingering on my neck, as I offered him a weak smile.

He frowned, small lines appearing between his eyebrows as a hand came up to push at mine, "what's wrong?" he asked gruffly.

I shrugged, letting my head fall to the side, "dunno, I think something bit me," I brushed off, giving him another soft smile when he sent me an almost scolding look.

Just as he leant in for a closer look I jumped up, startling him slightly, "come on, we have a nonexistent baby bump to fawn over!" I exclaimed, practically skipping to the door.

"You mean you have a nonexistent..."

"Oh no you don't, you are not weaselling your way out of this!" I fumed, taking one of his hands in both of mine and dragging him down the hallways.

"Here I was thinking I would be searching the halls for you two," Jean said tiredly, smiling at me from over a student's shoulder.

I winked back, watching Scooter practically beam with pride as someone spoke to him. I chuckled, moving over to Jean's side hesitantly, hoping to avoid the small group huddled around the already exhausted red head. When I finally reached her side, her hand automatically sought mine out, clasping it tightly.

"You look tired there preggers," I told her, watching a smile come over her features.

"Yeah, you have no idea how much..." she waved her hand at the room, "congratulations I've had to live with today," she said, shooting Scooter a small look over her shoulder before facing me again.

I giggled, "Just you wait for the flowers and balloons!" I faked swooned, squeezing her hand playfully.

Her eyes widened, "oh dear God..." she trailed off making me laugh heartily.

I shook my head, "so are you two going to find out the sex of the baby or leave it for a surprise?" I asked, smiling at her thoughtful look.

"I honestly don't know. Scott and I haven't really had a lot of time today to ourselves," she explained, shaking someone's hand and thanking them quickly.

I bit my tongue as the person congratulated her, waiting patiently for the young girl to leave my best friends side. Jean sent me a small look as the tiny female squeezed her way back through the throng of people.

I frowned suddenly, dropping the small smirk I had previously been sporting, "hey have you seen Storm?" I asked, cocking my head.

Jean's shoulder slumped, "no... But she knows about the baby," she said sadly.

I frowned deeper, "why would Storm ignore something so big?" I mumbled to myself, taking my hand back as another student came to congratulate Jean.

I walked towards the door way, sparing Logan a quick look as my feet led me from the large sitting room. He was deep in conversation with the father-to-be and didn't notice me slipping out of the room silently, and hopefully wouldn't for a while.

I quickly walked down the halls, my legs eating up the distance between the sitting room and Storm's bedroom, where she'd hopefully be. But given my luck I'll be searching the damn mansion for the next few hours looking for the tanned woman... or of course Logan will find me... either way; bad mood pending.

I sighed, climbing the stairs as I hurried forwards, intent of finding the small woman. The desire to find out why she was acting so... aloof and distant grew until I was almost desperate for the answer. And hopefully she'd tell me... I mean why wouldn't she? She considered me a friend right?

I hope as much, otherwise the upcoming conversation was going to get pretty awkward. For me at least, I mean why—

I stopped in my tracks—and thoughts—when I bumped into a hulking shape in the middle of the hallway. I absently rubbed my nose, already spilling apologies before I meet the shapes eyes and I frowned.

"Victor?" I said, my voice sounding too loud for the quiet passageway.

He smiled blandly, "Ivy," he grumbled, "looking for something?" he asked.

I shifted on my feet anxiously, "yeah, uh have you seen Storm?" I asked hesitantly.

"Ororo?" he repeated, "she's in her room I believe."

I nodded my thanks before going to move past him. A hand on my stomach stopped me short, "oh I wouldn't, poor thing hasn't been very well lately," he said, finishing the sentence with a teeth baring grin.

I nodded and took a few steps back, so he wasn't touching me anymore, "maybe Jean should check up on her then," I mumbled.

Victor chuckled humourlessly, "and risk the baby getting sick?" he asked feigning shock. Quite badly too might I just add.

"What was I thinking?" I said tonelessly, forcing a smile. Something wasn't right... Victor wasn't acting like... well Victor.

"I uh... better go find Logan... he's probably sniffing up and down the halls by now," I said, chuckling plainly before turning on my heel and heading back the way I had came.

Before I turned the corner though, I stopped, "hey Victor? You know you can trust me right?" I asked, spinning around to study his facial expression.

Shock flitted across his features for a split second before he managed to say, "Yeah... yeah I know," and give me a real smile.

As I walked past the corner, I narrowed my eyes at no one in particular. I could faintly hear Victor's footsteps receding down the hall, back the way he had came. Probably back towards Storm... So if he was allowed to see her then why the hell can't I?

"So... that's a no?" I asked, running a brush through my hair slowly.

Logan wandered out of the bathroom, toothbrush in hand, "yup," he said before stuffing the brush back in his mouth.

I bit my lip, "he just seemed a bit... off I guess," I shrugged, "something's bothering him and I think he needs his brother" I told him, standing up and moving towards the window, absently wrapping an arm around my middle.

"We haven't been brothers for a long time," Logan reminded me, toothbrush now forgotten in the bathroom.

I turned to give him a half smile, "maybe you should change that then?" I offered, my gaze returning to the starless sky.

Logan rubbed the bridge of his nose, though I felt it did nothing to ease the headache he could probably feel growing, "I... feel that if I try... it'll be..." his hands waved in front of him, frustration painting his features.

"A waste of your time?" I finished, moving forwards and grabbing his hands to stop the frantic movements.

He nodded defeated, turning my hands over and running his fingers along the crease lines on my palm. We didn't say much after that; Logan was lost in thought and I was lost in him. I understand his frustrations, it would be difficult not to but I didn't understand why he didn't want to try.

I blinked lazily, exhaustion making it harder to open them once they were closed, "we should hit the sack," Logan commented quietly, his voice shattering the silence.

I blearily looked up at him and gave a nod, letting him gently led me to the edge of the bed. I dropped down, laying my head down on the soft pillow before turning to face my partner.

"You're... going to talk to him tomorrow," I informed him, yawning and scuttling closer.

"Sure," Logan answered sarcastically, his arm wrapping possessively around me "why not?"

There we are, sorry for the slight shortness and... Confusing status of this chapter but you know me...

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-Taila