DOG DAYS 7
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"We should tell the others." Storm said climbing off of Logan.
Wiping the sweat from his brow, "We already talked about this."
"I know you said it would be easier, but Logan I hate sneaking to be with you. Our relationship is nothing to be ashamed of."
"I agree."
"Then we should bring it to light."
"No."
"And why not?"
Logan turned over to look at her, "Rogue."
"I didn't know you liked her like that."
"I don't," he snapped, "It's just she needs somebody in her life and if everyone knows about us then she will feel like I abandoned her."
"And ignoring her to run off with me is not abandoning?"
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about," he rested his upper body on an arm, "We need to slow down a bit. Just, you know, a few less dinners."
"And less sex?"
He looked like it hurt him to say but, "Less of that too."
She folded her arms across her chest like a spoiled brat, "I care for the girl too, but why should I sacrifice my happiness for hers when even when you weren't dating me she was still unhappy."
"Something's different this time," he shrugged, "I don't know what it is, but I don't like it."
"Night Logan." She yanked all the cover over her.
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"Logan's takin me to a dive on his bike Dog," she addressed him on her haunches, "Which is why you have to stay home."
Her pet began to protest in loud whines.
"I know I know I'll miss ya too but I'll be back." She said fastening the strap of her motorcycle helmet on. He followed her to the driveway watching as the two took off. Outside with him was Storm and from what he heard before Rogue came out they were having an argument, he didn't get words, but he did get the gist that Storm is mad. Or is that just because of the scowl she has on her face?
"What makes her so special?" Storm hissed glaring down at him as if he was the cause of her anger, "All she does is mope about and she gets all of Logan's attention. Am I being selfish?"
He shook his head yes when her eyes began to glaze over causing him to shake instead of nod.
"I know that the girl has had a hard life, but what about me? She isn't the only one with problems! I mean look at me I am Storm of the X-Men, Oruro Monroe foreign diplomat, goddess of her people, High Priestess of Nut, and sole protector of Africa and if that weren't enough soon to be mother. Not that Logan knows all that. Let that little piece of information stay between you and me."
Ever felt like you heard too much? Then again maybe being left behind was a good idea. Storm may pose a threat to Rogue. She didn't seem to be her rational calm self. In fact, her emotions held true to her mutant name raging from one extreme to another without rhyme or reason.
"I hope I have a daughter so that he can dote on her day and night like he does with Rogue." She ranted flying off no doubt to spy on them.
With her gone he fell to the ground. Logan was just starting to make time for Rogue and with the baby on the way that was bound to complicate things. And hoping for Amanda and Kurt to break up was like betting on the Bengals getting in to the next super bowl.
Frustrated he made his way back inside. Maybe an idea would come into his head once he had a look around.
D.D
The New Year came with many things, no more paycheck cuts, resolutions, but most importantly for Rogue was the quality time she spent with Logan. She was even beginning to think that Logan was family. Flip the rest. She didn't need them! So long as she had Logan around.
Coming back from yet another outing she took off her helmet continuing the debate they had earlier, "Te best part was." But before she could continue or Logan could reject her words Storm cut in demanding to speak with Logan immediately alone. Taking the hint Rogue left to her room to find her trusty dog waiting for her in bed as always.
"Something the matter your highness?"
"Logan I've been meaning to tell you for a while now."
"Tell me what?"
"Logan," she paused, "I'm with child."
"Whose child?"
"Your child!" she snapped punctuating her words with a crack of thunder.
Visibly paling, "You mean my child like … like I'm going to be a father type of thing."
"There is no other type now is there?"
"So that's why you're acting all …"
"ALL WHAT!" she hissed this time shaking the property.
"All moody." He said in a somewhat small voice.
She glared at him before tears filled her eyes, "I've tried to be calm but I … I."
"Come here," he pulled her into his arms, "Will figure it out."
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By February all Logan could talk about was the baby which didn't bother her that much except it was twenty four seven and when he wasn't talking about it Storm made it a point to take Logan away every time they were alone with each other.
At present they were all in the living room discussing possible baby names.
"I think Nala would be like so cute or Serabi."
Rolling her eyes, "What? Did you just come down from watching the Lion King?"
"So what Jean I LOVE that movie!"
"I zhink Joan like Joan of Arc and Peter vould make beautiful names."
"I always liked floral names like Lily or Chrysanthemum for a girl and the only guy name I can think of is Kurt," she blushed, "But that might not be any use to you."
"Whatever name you choose shall be fine," The Professor smiled, "But if you chose Charles I won't be heartbroken."
"And what would you chose Stripes?" Logan asked.
"I don't know," she shrugged, "I can't even conceive so I aint even entertain te idea of havin kids." Ok that was a moment ender Remy thought as he snuggled into Rogue's touch.
"That was like so totally rude Rogue. You could have at least made something up." Kitty chastised.
"It was my fault half-pint for asking her in the first place knowing her … condition."
"Still Kitty has a point." Storm always sided against her these days.
"Then I'm sorry," Rogue said briskly, "How about Hugh fer a guy and Mary for a girl."
"Why those names?" The Professor asked.
"I'll admit Hugh came off te top of my head, but I like Mary because it is a name that stands for innocence."
Long after their discussion Rogue was in the garage tuning her bike up. Something she did alone now that Logan was occupied. As she finished rechecking the oil gauge she realized she wasn't alone. Turning she saw her dog holding up the next tool she planned on using. A pattern which continued until she believed she was done and headed inside promising her dog a juicy biscuit on the morn.
And as she began to climb the foyer stairs she heard another noise. The sound of boots clicking on a marble floor. Turning she wasn't at all surprised to see Logan behind her.
"Patrolin?" she asked.
Shaking his head, "Shade's turn … and I wanted to ask you something."
"Ask me what?"
"Would you consider being my child's godmother?"
"What!"
"You see I got to thinking that this way you can still be a mom and we'll officially be family."
But before she could answer lightning struck so to speak. "Logan how can you ask her without asking me first?"
"She's my child too."
"Yes and before you go there I believe that Rogue is a responsible girl and that she has done well considering her past but there is a lot she can do due to her powers and I don't want her accidently draining our baby someday."
"That's ok," Rogue said climbing back up the stairs, "Who needs family anyway and ya know I wasn't planning on stayin here long anyway … college and stuff." She near ran for her room.
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She had been silent these past days. Never once did she bother to venture from her room. Instead she took to blankly staring at the ceiling from her bed. Sure she pet him when he came near but she seemed to do it aloofly as if by second nature. Not out of love as she had once done.
Knowing this would not do he fled for Kurt's room. The elf was inside with Amanda making out until he barked to get their attention. Four barks later they pulled apart Amanda blushing and Kurt shooing him away, but he would not leave.
Looking about the room he spotted a purple clutch that he knew would get them to chase him. In one fluid motion he grabbed the handbag and made a break for it. The two chased him to Rogue's room where he dropped the purse on the bed next to her and seeing the distress his pseudo sister was in he cheerily demanded to take her to dinner immediately.
Rogue looked from him to Amanda then made to get properly dressed for her outing. Half an hour later he was watching them leave through a window. That was bound to cheer her up. Now all he had to do was try to bring the others into her life.
And he had an ace up his sleeve for that. With her gone he made for the 'hidden' diary place set to bring it to Logan to guilt him into forever wanting to keep her company only to find that it wasn't there. "Damn she must had moved it when I was relieving myself." He thought.
Not one to be deterred he searched the room still coming up with nothing. Plan B was to simply grab an item of hers and take it to Logan.
[BARK]
"Hey mutt," Logan addressed them glad for a distraction from Storm. Sure he loved the wind rider, but just because she was pregnant didn't mean they had to spend every moment with each other. Storm had officially moved into his room weeks ago so there was no privacy there.
During their days when he wanted to work on man stuff she would drag him to the store to look for baby items at least six hours a day. Then after that she insisted upon them eating every meal together, bathing together, and since she couldn't go on missions she begged the Professor enough to prohibit his crusade days too.
And if that wasn't enough she clung to him when they walked through the halls as if she expected someone to steal him away when she wasn't looking. Heck they bathed together, per her request, and when he took a dump she always waited right outside of the door.
Noticing the green shirt the dog dropped at his feet, "Yeah I miss her too," he rubbed the dog's head, "Maybe Stripes and me will hang out tomorrow."
"Can't," Storm said from behind her gardening magazine, "We have a doctor's appointment tomorrow."
"Well it's not going to be all day is it?"
"I also signed us up for Baby and Me classes."
Groaning, "Well there should still be enough time for one."
"Then we have to go shopping for me today. I refuse to stretch out my beautiful clothes."
"Shouldn't you take one of the girls for that?"
"I value your opinion more."
"You know Oruro I'm starting to suspect that you just don't want me spending any time with Stripes."
"You finally got that did you dumbass." Remy thought mentally as Storm closed the book.
"Logan we are having a baby. A family. And I know Rogue is like a daughter to you, but that's the problem. She's like a daughter. She isn't yours and will never be. And face it Logan Rogue is to grown for you even to hope to make an impression on her. It is time you focus on us. We," she gestured to her stomach, "Are your family."
"So is Sabertooth."
"What was that!"
"Nothing."
Sighing heavily, "Logan give it up if she wanted a family she would have stayed with hers. But we need you. I need you. The baby needs you. And it is about time you decide who is more important. Us or some girl we just took in a year ago."
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"And that was when … no you tell it Bluebie!"
"But Cocoa Bear you tell it better zhan I."
"Well if you insist …"
"So I vas like vhere are zhe marshmallows." Kurt started anyway.
"And I was like they're gone."
"So I cried."
"He really did too like a big baby."
"Elephant tears."
"Then I."
"No Cocoa Bear I vant to tell it."
"Ok."
"Then she."
"I pulled a bag of marshmallow from behind my back."
In unison, "And then we."
"I," Kurt did his solo part, "Hugged her and said how much I loved her."
"And he," Amanda picked back up, "Said I was the cocoa in his hot chocolate." She giggled.
Discreetly glancing at her watch she couldn't believe that had only been here ten minutes! Ten. On the inside she was panicking. One more lovey dovey story and she might have to hasten her suicide plans. Death by dessert didn't sound bad at all.
Thankfully the waiter had come back with their drinks and menus. Nearly snatching it from his hand rogue made a show of reading each one mentally to take time away from their I love you no I love you chatter.
"I'll take te hamburger." She finally said. The waiter wrote her order down.
"Vhat do you vant?" Kurt asked.
"No you go first."
"But I asked first."
"Ok Bluebie," she giggled, "I want the angel hair pasta with …"
"Chicken instead of shrimp?" Kurt asked.
"How did you know?"
"That's vhat I vanted too!"
"Really?"
"Ja."
"Let's share."
"One pasta with chicken please."
As Rogue sat through this dinner it reminded her somewhat of why she wanted to die. She would never have this. She would never know the touch of another, she would never move on, and if she did fall in love and it was reciprocated she couldn't reproduce because she couldn't touch people.
In all honesty she felt like one of those people who read a new acronym online and don't know what it means but everyone else does. She didn't like feeling left out. Ever since she was little she tried to find a place she belonged. A home. But that wasn't meant to be.
At home she was tortured. At school she was always ignored, no not really ignored, people always talked about her. They mocked how pale she was, her hair, her height, her tomboyness, her love of literature, her makeup, her clothes, her awkwardness, her everything. In fact there wasn't any part of her that people seemed to like and when she was a mutant the first person besides a teacher in high school that talked to her called her a freak.
Not that he needed to since her locker had the word spray painted into it. At the time she just couldn't understand why her? Why should she have to go through this? She never told nobody this but she really didn't believe in god. If he cared so much then why make her imperfect then slam on being a mutant to make things worse?
And after being pushed around school, lunch getting knocked out of her hands, being picked on, verbally and every once in a while physically assaulted, she still considered it a pariah compared to being at home with her father. She had wanted so badly for things to go back to normal. She wanted both of her parents to love her and she them. Rogue knew I was a childish dream, but it was what she wanted most. If all was well there then she would at least have one place where she was wanted, but that just couldn't happen.
She had to kill her father. She had to. There was no way around it. It was either that or be hiss fuck toy until he died and she didn't want that. And secretly she did love her father more than her mother. He was her favorite parent. She was a daddy's girl and enjoyed being with him when she was little. It tore her up inside to kill him. If he would have apologized and meant it then she would have broken down and ran to him, but once again nothing ever works out the way Rogue wants it.
So she fled and ended up with the X-Men where she once again didn't belong. It was like her old high school submerged in hell and she just wanted so badly to have what everyone else is having. Just a taste of happiness again, a taste of safety, just one day to be loved for who she was would be a dream come true. But, like everything else, it wouldn't' happen. She would die just as alone in life.
"You haven't touched your food." Amanda said.
She looked down at the plate reminded that she wasn't one hundred percent alone. Amanda and Kurt liked her not that she could tell anymore since they spent their time together sucking face, "Didn't realize it was there. Thanks."
"So vjat college are you going too?" Kurt asked.
"One that is … very hard to reach."
"Oh so you're going abroad?" Amanda asked.
Nodding, "Something like that."
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A/N: So this chapter was a little rushed but I'm just trying to get yall to an understanding and speed up the clock so to speak.
