Jean
shuffled through a stack of papers; her desk had become her life. She
rarely made it to her bed at night, waking up on the office couch
stiff and cold, only to sit at the desk and continue her work.
"Where
is that..." she muttered to herself.
Tugging the left drawer
open, she jammed her hand blindly inside and snatched her hand back
with a gasp. Blood welled up on her palm,
"Shit," she
reached for a few tissues, looking carefully into the drawer.
She
pulled out the letter opener Logan had given her, a miniature version
of one of his favorite swords. While he thought it was funny, she
knew it was the first time he had expressed his love for her.
Logan
would have come and carried her to bed.
She
blamed it on lack of sleep, but with the opener in one hand and a wad
of tissues in the other, she buried her head into those hands and
cried quietly, whatever she was looking for completely forgotten.
Present Day…
"Hey
Logan."
"Worthington," he replied.
"Have
you seen my wife around?"
"Follow the smell of diapers,
might help you."
"Would you mind giving me some help
there, I don't exactly have your keen sense of smell."
"They're
heading this way," Logan muttered.
The kitchen door swung
open a minute later, Betsy holding Norah as Jean settled at the table
with her list.
"There she is."
"Great,"
Logan snorted, though he smiled at Norah.
"Which one of us,"
Betsy smiled.
"Both, hand her over."
Betsy gave Norah
to Warren, placing a kiss on his lips.
"I love this girl,"
Warren grinned as Norah gnawed on his finger.
"If slobber is
your thing," Logan muttered.
"You don't seem to mind
every time you have her in your arms," Jean replied.
"I
meant Warren."
"How often do you hold Warren then,"
she smirked.
"Sorry Logan, I'm taken," Warren
smirked.
"You're just jealous," Jean replied, looking
over her glasses at him.
"You know, bosslady, it's that mouth
of yours that just makes me-"
"Be my guest and try
finishing that sentence," Jean rolled her eyes, not knowing
Betsy did the same behind her back.
"Charles would be so
disappointed in you," Logan snarled.
Betsy and Warren looked
at each other, and left the room.
"Take it out on the Danger
Room, would you? I don't have time for one of your dark moods to
destroy the mansion."
"You just can't resist trying to
make me angry enough to leave," he slammed his fist on the
table.
"Is it working," she demanded.
"Try
harder," he growled.
"Be careful what you ask for,
you'll get it," she stood up and headed to the door.
"I'm
not done with you," he followed her with a dangerous gaze.
"I
am!"
