Guess who's baaaack? Wow. I almost forgot what this website looked like! Not only has it been far too long since I've updated, I have a ton of stories to catch up on (if you're not reading Karen11- you need to be! Her stories ROCK!).
Without further ado, here's a new chapter! Enjoy!
Marie thought about following Logan right back to Westchester to fight for him, but she decided against it and instead called him when she thought he had a chance to cool down.
When he refused to speak to her, she wrote several letters that went unanswered.
In them, she told him that there was no chance that the baby was Scott's and that any flirtation he ever witnessed was the product of her misplaced good intention of keeping the spice alive in their relationship. She also professed her love for him and told him that even if he didn't want to be with her, she wanted him to know his child.
What she didn't know was that Jean was cleverly intercepting each letter.
After several weeks of attempting to contact Logan, Marie realized that the only thing she could do was concentrate on making a life for her and her baby.
She needed to start making an honest living and get the hell out of the professor's townhouse.
After applying for hundred of jobs, Marie landed a couple of interviews. She was finally offered a receptionist position at a spa. She didn't hit the pay load, but she did begin earning enough to put away for the baby and for a deposit on her own small apartment.
After two months on her own and countless overtime hours, Marie moved into her own apartment. Despite the fact that she was lonely, she couldn't help but be overjoyed over the fact that she was going to become a mother.
Having gone from believing she would never have her own children to being pregnant was quite a whirlwind...but she was thankful nonetheless. If Logan wasn't going to be there, she was confident she had enough love to give her baby on her own.
Save for the weekly phone call from Jubilee and Kitty, Marie had absolutely no contact with anyone else from the school. During their last call, Marie asked about Scott.
Toward the end of her time at the mansion, she'd avoided him the most because of Logan and Jean's accusations, but he seemed desperate for an apology from her. Right before she found out she was pregnant, Scott left to visit some relatives in Alaska and clear his head.
Jubilee sighed into the phone, "I guess he's fine. He calls the professor every now and then."
"Wow. Didn't expect him to be gone that long."
Her friend chuckled slightly, "Yeah. I think the professor thought the same thing, but I mean...whaddya expect? He was with that psycho for his entire adult life. Of course he's gonna take it hard."
As their conversation wrapped up, Jubilee said she had something she wanted to send Marie, and requested her address, so she texted it to her.
A week later, she got a "care package" from the firecracker containing some chick magazines, Marie's favorite Bath & Body Works collections and the two Sex and the City movies. A vibrator was also included with a note attached.
It read:
*For use until Wolvie comes to his senses.*
Jean found Logan shirtless, beating a punching bag to a pulp in the gym. She sauntered in, "Mind if I join you?"
He stopped beating the punching bag and panted, "Whatever."
She pulled off her sweatshirt to reveal her sports bra underneath before she began stretching and walked over to the weight bench, "Think you can spot me?"
Logan rolled his eyes as he reluctantly walked over to take some of the heavy weights off of the barbell. When he was done he nodded and stood over her, "There."
Jean laid down on the bench and began her reps, seductively breathing out at every one. That did have some effect on the feral who hadn't gotten laid in over two months.
When she was done, Logan easily set the barbell back in its holder, but she stayed in her spot on the bench, "So...how long you gonna mope around?"
He let out a small growl, "Can it, Red."
She slowly stood, "I'm sorry. I don't mean to be insensitive. I just...I care about you Logan. It tore me up to see her get her claws into you..."
Logan raised a brow, "What about Scooter? Care about her making him a potential baby daddy?"
Jean let out a small sigh, "He chose his alliances when he started sleeping with her behind my back...I'm just glad you came to your senses."
"Well thanks for the vote of confidence. You mind droppin' it now?"
She nodded as she began to walk out of the room, "Sure...no problem." Right when she was about to exit the room, she abruptly turned around and began stalking back toward him, "Oh...one more thing."
"What?"
Logan got his answer when Jean latched herself onto him in a forceful kiss. His initial desire was to push her away, but his horniness and lingering attraction for her overrode his good judgement.
Before Logan knew it, he and Jean were rutting against each other as they fucked on the gym floor. Just as they reached climax, Scott, who had just returned from Alaska, chose that moment to enter the hallway.
The sound of Jean crying Logan's name stopped him in his tracks. Her cries of ecstasy were followed by Logan growling her name was enough for him. He knew that if he came any closer, Logan's sensitive hearing would likely detect his presence, so he left the way he came.
A few hours later, Scott showed up at Marie's door.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
He looked pitiful, standing there in the rain, "I kinda...lifted your number and address off of Jubilee's phone. I tried to call before-"
"And again I ask. What the hell are you doing here?"
Scott shivered and raised his shoulders in a useless effort to shield himself from the rain, "Uh...can I come in? I heard on the radio that this stuff is supposed to turn into snow soon."
Marie eyed him cautiously before stepping back, allowing him to walk in. She fetched him a towel and brought it back out as he removed his jacket, "Thanks."
After a few moments of silence she let out a breath, "Why are you here?"
He glanced up at her and sighed, "I never got the chance to really apologize for everything...I had no idea that the professor would ask you to leave."
"Ok...is that all?" she said as she stood and began walking toward the door to put him out.
Scott quickly stood as he glanced down at her belly, "Jubes told me you're pregnant, and I feel like the fact that you're on your own is partially my fault."
Marie crossed her arms, "Ya think?"
"God, Marie...I'm so sorry. I never meant for any of this to happen."
"I know that. But that doesn't make it any better. Logan left me because of what happened..."
He sighed, "I was going to try to talk to Logan but..."
Scott's voice trailed off as what he heard in the gym replayed in his head. Her voice suddenly snapped him back to reality, "But what?"
He shook his head, "I just wanted to come here to offer my assistance."
Marie raised her eyebrows, "Assistance? What does that mean?"
"For the baby. For you. It's hard enough raising a kid, but I can't imagine doing it alone while you're starting a new life."
She laughed a little, "Scott, that's really nice and all, but it was you trying to help me that got me in trouble in the first place. I don't think it would be a good idea for you to assume the role of father to my unborn child. I would rather just try to make it on my own and hope I can get Logan back."
Scott shook his head a little, "I don't think that's possible..."
"Why not? I mean, just cause you and Jean-"
"Logan fucked Jean!" he suddenly blurted, stunning Marie into silence.
She stared at him in bewilderment for a few seconds before she shook her head, "No...I don't believe you."
"I'm sorry, Marie...but it's true. I wish it weren't. Trust me. I just thought you needed to know because I think you're holding onto something that doesn't exist anymore..."
She suddenly broke into pitiful sobs as Scott rushed forward to pull her into an embrace that she was too marred by sadness to resist.
After nearly an hour of tears, silence and one cup of tea, she was finally calmed.
"Are you gonna be alright?"
Marie nodded, "I think so...I hope so..."
"You are a kind, beautiful, warm person Marie. You deserve more than that."
She smiled sadly, "Too bad I don't want more...I want him."
Scott brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes and sighed before glancing out the window, where snow had begun to heavily fall. Another, longer look made him see that it had also begun sticking to the streets and parking lot surfaces.
He sighed, "The storm looks pretty bad. I guess I should get going."
As he stood, Marie rose with him and looked out the window, "Oh gosh...it got bad quick..."
He nodded, "Hopefully it won't be so bad once I hit New York..."
Just as they opened the door, they observed one of her neighbors in their vehicle, struggling to get out the parking lot. The wheels kept spinning as they struggled to push the car up the hill.
Marie sighed and shook her head, "You can stay here. The couch folds out."
"You sure?"
She nodded and closed the door, "I've got some extra blankets..."
About a half hour later, when Marie emerged from her shower, she found Scott in the kitchen, making spaghetti.
She raised her eyebrows as he turned to her, "I hope you don't mind...figured you'd need to eat dinner."
"I don't mind...at all. Thanks. It's been a little while since someone helped me out."
As he stirred the noodles, he glanced at her, "This is exactly why I want to help you."
"Why?"
"Pregnant women need a little help every now and then. I remember my uncle having to help my aunt get dressed during the end of her pregnancy."
Marie shuddered at the thought. She honestly hadn't taken into consideration how alone she would feel when she was 8 months pregnant and trying to carry groceries up to her second floor apartment...or when she's trying to heal from giving birth and operating on only 30 minutes of sleep while caring for a demanding newborn.
"I guess I might need a little help..."
Scott sighed, "I know I'm not your baby's father...but I really want to do this for you...as a friend. I feel terrible for how I acted." He smiled a little, "If anything, do this so I can clear my conscience."
She eyed him carefully before slowly nodding, "OK...I'll accept your help...but only as a friend."
"Right", he said with a definitive nod.
Marie favored him with a chaste hug before they began fixing their plates of spaghetti.
She swallowed a mouthful of food and cleared her throat, "So, exactly how involved are you looking to be?"
"I figured I could maybe come up here a few times a month to take you to doctor's appointments...be in the room while you're in labor...maybe buy the baby's stuff."
"Buy the baby's stuff? You get paid enough to spare that kinda cash?"
Scott sighed, "When my dad died, he left me some cash...and control of the family business. My uncle runs the day-to-day stuff, but I still earn a percentage."
"Oh, well...I wouldn't want you to buy everything-"
Scott stopped her, "Only what you're comfortable with."
She smiled, "Thanks. I'm not really into handouts...but I do want this baby to have everything it needs."
"Just as any good mother would."
Marie blushed, "I'm not even a mother yet."
"You are. You have been since the moment you found out and you started making better choices..."
She smiled and reached across the table, "I'm actually glad you got snowed in with me...you have no idea how lonely this can be sometimes..."
Scott relished the feeling of her hand on his until she moved away and continued happily delving into her spaghetti.
After eating, Marie gave Scott some blankets and a pillow after he folded out the couch into a bed.
"You always go to bed this early?"
She shook her head, "No, I get ready for bed, read for a couple of hours...then go to sleep."
The look on Scott's face was borderline disappointed as he spoke with a dropped head, "Oh, ok..."
"But feel free to watch TV or whatever."
"I'll watch the weather forecast to see if they're expecting a break in this stuff," he said, motioning toward the window where they could still see the snow falling.
Marie gave a nod, "Goodnight, Scott."
"Night."
The next morning, Marie woke up and immediately looked out the window. She was surprised to see that, not only had the snow continued to fall, but a couple of the trees in the woods outlining her apartment parking lot had buckled under the weight of the snow and fallen on a couple of her unsuspecting neighbors cars.
Oddly enough, she was kind of excited that the snow had persisted. She liked spending time with Scott. He was definitely good people.
After washing her face and brushing her teeth, she exited her room to find a shirtless Scott scrambling eggs in her kitchen.
He smiled in her direction, "Your refrigerator is surprisingly well stocked for someone who lives alone on a tight budget."
"Well, when I watched the news three days ago and they mentioned a snow storm, I did what any Southerner would do."
Scott slid the scrambled eggs onto her plate and raised a brow, "What's that?"
"I raided the grocery store for survival gear and packed my fridge to capacity! This is the apocalypse to a girl from Southern Mississippi."
He laughed, "This is nothing. I walked to the grocery store this morning...but it was closed."
Marie scoffed, "Did not!"
"Is that so hard to believe? I am from Alaska! We'd probably still have school if this happened there."
She shuddered as he put a couple of sausage links on her plate, followed by toast. As they ate, they compared childhoods that were spent on opposite sides of the country. After eating, Scott began to clean the dishes, but Marie stood and shook her head, "You cook, I clean."
"Is that a house rule?"
Marie smirked, "Yep. Take a load off."
"I'd actually like to take a shower if you don't mind."
"Oh...sure. You want me to toss your clothes in the wash?"
Scott nodded, "Yeah, that'd be great."
After Scott got undressed, he placed the clothes outside of the bathroom door for Marie to pick up. She put them in her washer and started it just as she heard him start to whistle from his place in her shower.
Marie sat down in the living room to wait out Scott's shower, but soon, her phone rang. She automatically hopped up and walked into her bedroom to answer her phone, but upon seeing an unrecognized number, she ignored it and rolled her eyes, figuring it was a telemarketer.
Just as she set her phone back down on her nightstand, Scott exited the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his glistening wet waist. Marie briefly raised her brow at the impressive physique that stood before her.
Scott may not have exactly been her type, but it had been a long time since she'd gotten laid...and her pregnancy hormones were making her hornier than ever.
As she unsuccessfully willed herself to avert her eyes, Scott smirked a little and took another step closer. When he saw that she didn't back away, he cautiously closed the space between them and gently placed his hands on her hips.
Marie's breath caught in her throat as Scott pulled her body to his and laid a passionate kiss on her lips, which she eagerly returned. As her fingers played through his hair, she felt him press his growing erection against her.
As Scott backed her up against the bed, her mind began to wander. He was a great kisser, but somehow, it didn't feel right. Marie shook her head and gently pushed against his chest, "I can't. I'm sorry."
He let out a breath, "What's wrong?"
"If I do this now, I'll be doing it for all the wrong reasons...I mean, you just told me that the man I'm in love with is fucking the woman who hates me more than anything else in the world. I think if I do this with you now, it'll be because I'm using you to get back at them."
Scott moved away from her and slowly nodded, "I can respect that..."
Marie sheepishly sat on the bed, "I guess this means you don't wanna help me with the baby anymore, huh?"
"Marie, I meant what I said when I wanted to help you. Even though I like you, I would be honored to have you as nothing more than a friend."
She smiled and took his hand in hers, "Thank you."
Of course I had to redeem Scott and reaffirm Jean as the she-witch I believe she is in this story.
The point of this chapter is this: Scott feels very responsible for Marie being all alone now. He has yet to speak to the professor since his return, so the professor hasn't tapped into his brain to find out whether Marie was telling the truth about Logan being the father.
About Scott and Marie: Of course Marie is slightly attracted to Scott...she's a red blooded woman! But she really can't think of him in that way because of her feelings for Logan.
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