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"Remy."

He barely stirred. He must have been dreaming for the voice sounded dream like, so soft and serene. The phantom touch of fingers stroking his auburn hair away from his contoured cheeks and the faint feeling of supple lips against his. "Remy, beloved," she sang again, her voice like a lone note of a harp floating through the night's air. Then there was a shake of his shoulder and a poke… This wasn't a dream, it was his Stormy.

His eyes fluttered open in mild protest while yawning. With his voice gravely from sleep he asked, "Chunky or smooth?" "Smooth," she cooed in an audible smile. He got up, his limbs heavy with sleep and trudged his way downstairs to the kitchen. He could have done this in his sleep, his body committing everything to memory by now. He did this almost every night but it didn't bother him none. Whatever his cherie wanted his cherie would get.

Since her nausea subsided her appetite returned with a vengeance. He enjoyed seeing someone who looked so dainty and poised eat like a teenage boy without any table manners. Slightly embarrassed, she'd shrug and say it was for her and her little cantaloupe, the baby bump she now sported. But most of all peanut butter was her weakness. Many times he had gone out in the middle of the night to score a jar for her. He bought so many he felt entitled to own stocks in Jiff.

He returned and handed a spoon and the jar to Ororo. He reached over to turn on a bedside lamp for her comfort but she stopped him. She adored the soft magenta glow of his eyes in the darkness. She thanked him with her lips meeting his. He laid on his side, propped up with his head resting on his hand as he watched her savor the spread as if it was a delicacy. "Ya know belle I dink we could have some fun wit' dat peanut buttah. Maybe ya could eat it off of somewhere 'sides dat spoon," he suggested in a devious tone while he cocked an eyebrow and flashed a boyish grin. Shaking her head Ororo laughed, "You are incorrigible Remy LeBeau." His face softened in all sincerity as he replied, "An' ya are exquisite Ororo LeBeau." Her cheeks turned a shade redder. She'd never get used to his compliments. You couldn't with a man like Remy. He could easily have any woman he wanted and yet he wanted her. It was a fact that since the first time they truly made love she would never forget. His planted a gentle lingering kiss on her temple. The warmth of his affections surged through her. Her little cantaloupe must of felt the sensation as well because Baby LeBeau began to move in her tummy.

Ororo took the hand that wasn't supporting him and brought it to her belly. Remy's initial reaction was to jerk it away as soon as he felt the foreign squirming but she held his hand against her roundness firmly until she felt him relax. Once he recognized what it was he was feeling his expression changed from that of horror to amazement. "Mon Dieu! Is dat de bebe?" She warmly smiled as she nodded her head. His hand remained there until the movements ceased. "We should go back to sleep. We have my appointment early tomorrow," Ororo said once she had her fill of peanut butter. He settled in behind her, kissed the curve of her shoulder then rested a hand on her belly.

Remy drove them to her obstetrician appointment in his Z4 Roadster. "You know there is no way you could fit a car seat in here. You're going to have to get something bigger," Ororo informed. He merely glowered, "D'accord." He knew it was a point that would have been brought up eventually.

As they sat in the waiting area Remy began to relax. It wasn't as terrifying as he imagined. It was decorated in soft calming colors and even cookies and decaffeinated herbal tea were out for patients to partake. But being around this many pregnant women at once was a bit overwhelming. Another pregnant lady who looked like she could go into labor at any moment began to make conversation with Ororo as she sipped her tea. He just sat quietly until they were complimented with, "I'm sure you two make beautiful babies." In which he replied jollily, "Merci beaucoup but we won' know til dis lil' one pops out."

They now awaited the doctor in a clinical room. It was his first time coming along with her for one of her check ups. She told him what usually occurred but he was still curious. Dr. McCoy was a tad taken back by Remy when he entered. "Ah so you must be Mr. LeBeau. I'm Dr. McCoy," he introduced, kindly extending his enormous hand that nearly engulfed Remy's. Though Hank himself preferred the fairer sex he found Remy to be just as striking as his wife. The sight of the two together was nearly unreal. The ancient Greeks were correct. Adonis and Aphrodite existed and he was looking right at them.

Ororo was a bit past the halfway mark being twenty weeks pregnant. After checking mother and baby's vitals and measurements it was time for the ultrasound. "Would you like to know the baby's gender? We may be able to find out if they're cooperative." Ororo and Remy looked at eachother for confirmation before she said yes. Remy was awestruck. He couldn't really figure out exactly what he was looking at other than his child inside of his wife. His child… This was real. If Ororo's growing midsection wasn't confirmation before then the ultrasound cemented it.

After some prodding to get the baby to move around for a better view Dr. McCoy's usual warm, kind smile reappeared as he announced they were having a girl.

The drive home was filled with the sound of Ororo excitedly calling Jean and Charles to share the news as Remy's pearly grin stretched from ear to ear. The image of the ultrasound and the words baby girl stayed in his head. He silently chuckled to himself as he thought God had a wicked sense of humor. Remy LeBeau was the reason half the women in New Orleans were no longer virgins. And yet he was going to be the father of a little girl and when the time came he would have to keep young Casanovas like himself away from her. Oui, Dieu like himself a good laugh an' da joke's on ol' Remy.

Jean insisted on Ororo taking the rest of the day off to celebrate and celebrate they did. They celebrated on the sofa then the living room floor. They also celebrated on the kitchen counter top as Ororo attempted to prepare lunch. And now they finished celebrating on their bed, as she lied there stewing in pleasure, exhaustion and contentment while she watched him. The top of his unclothed body hung out of their window as he smoked a cigarette, the bottom half hidden from view of the world. She smiled darkly to herself as she marveled at his behind. It was round and tight and felt oh so good to grip on to when she'd push him further into her. The man is insatiable.

Once he was done he flicked the cigarette out of the window then sauntered towards the bathroom to shower. "Come to bed," she ordered huskily, wanting him to join her for a much needed nap that she tried to take when they first entered the bedroom to no avail. "I wanna but I got work ta do," he replied. She now sat up and frowned, "Be careful." He paused once he saw the worry in her azure eyes and adorable pout. He sat next to her as he assured, "I'm jus' observin' taday. Nuttin' dangerous. Don' fret. Remy'll come home ta ya in once piece. Now get some res' mon coeur." He then planted an amorous kiss on her forehead before returning to the process of getting ready. "Remy my dearest," she called out once more in a whisper.

"Yeah, chere?"

"I love you," she sighed.

A lopsided smile graced his face. "Love ya, mon nuage arageux."

Ororo's slumber was deep. Remy always knew how to bring her to the point of collapse from the gratification he granted her. Her lids finally flittered open once she heard the sounds of him trying to discreetly undress. A smile began to tug at the corners of her lips until she saw the expression on his face. "Hey belle," he said, forcing his voice to sound like his usual casual tone but the smirk appeared to be more like a tight grimace. Her eyes caught on the slashes on his blood-streaked chest, glossy and crimson from the substance. Her eyes grew to the size of saucers. In a second she bolted up to his side.

"Oh Goddess, Remy what happened?! Are you hurt anywhere else?!" she questioned frantically.

"Non, don' worry mon cherie. Jus' a lil' cut."

"No, those are serious. Look at how much you are bleeding. We've got to clean those. Sit on the bed."

"Really, petite it's-"

"Sit. Down."

Remy had never heard Ororo speak so sternly to him before. He did what he was told, not wanting to distress her more than she was.

After briskly rummaging through the medicine cabinet she returned. He observed her at work. Her face was one of concentration as long nimble fingers skimmed around the two wounds. "No need for stitches," she concluded. First she took a warm washcloth to cleanse the surrounding area of the blood that collected on the right side of his chest. She then took cotton balls and soaked them in rubbing alcohol. "This may hurt," she warned. He nodded, bracing himself for the burning sting sure to come. He bit into his bottom lip with a scowl but never objected. She blew soothingly over the injuries. Her cool breath gave relief to his searing flesh. Her full lips were pursed in a perfect O formation over his wounds as her eyes gazed up, riveted to his. How she was able to invoke desire through the pain was a mystery as he hoped the hardening in his boxers would subside. While wrapping gauze around the gashes she announced she was finished. Then her eyes demanded an explanation.

He leaned back against the bed's headboard and sighed, "It was my fault really. I got laxed. I shoulda worn my armor but didn't dink I'd need it jus' observin' when da Boudreaux Boys came up ta me tryin' to cause trouble."

"Who are they?"

"Jus' some low level hoods dat jealous me 'cause dey dink I stole dis job from 'em." Remy humphed. "Dem fools wouldn't even know wha' ta do if Fontaine handed 'em da damn necklace."

Ororo hung her head and exhaled deeply. He pushed her snowy veil of hair behind her ear. "If ya dink I'm hurt ya should see dem clowns. Between da broken noses an' missin' teeth I'm sho' dey ain't gonna look pretty in da mo'nin'," he attempted to joke. She never even cracked a smile.

At last her head rose. "I don't care about them. I only care about you. I can't… We can't lose you."

Remy pulled her into him, ignoring the pain as he held her against his chest. Running his fingers through her lengthy tresses he consoled, "An' ya won't amour. I guarantee it." Quiet enveloped them before he inquired, "Can I show ya somethin'?" He felt her nod against him. They got up from the comfort of their bed and he led her to another bedroom. Ororo at times deliberated the contents of the room as it had a secretive aura to it but never asked. She figured when he was ready he'd let her know. He always did.

They stopped in front of the door.

"Dink ya could pick da lock?"

Ororo's eyebrows crinkled. "What for?"

"Jus' humor me, petite. Remy almos' los' his life tanigh'," he teased with his trademark panty moistening smile. Ororo cursed herself for letting it affect her. "I'll be right back," she grumbled. She quickly returned with a hairpin. After some fiddling the door swung open. Remy beamed. Righ' when I dink she couldn't turn me on mo'e. The hardening began again.

The room appeared like a relatively normal room until he opened the closet door to a large safe. Ororo adverted her eyes to the floor once she saw he was putting the combination in. Remy silently chuckled to himself then said, "Ya can look now chere."

Bundles of cash spilled out of the safe. Her mouth hung wide open in disbelief. "You have allthis money?" she asked in complete shocked.

"Oui, an' dere's mo'e in multiple accounts. Plus my inheritance."

"Your inheritance?" Her mind was reeling from trying to comprehend all that he was sharing.

"Oui. When my pere died he lef' me quite a bit o' money an' property in France."

She was now bewildered. "If you inherited so much then why do you continue to steal?"

Remy gave a one sided smirk with a shrug. "It didn' feel righ'. He worked fo' dat money, not me. Wha' can I say, ol' habits die hard an' I like da challenge."

Ororo understood. Many times while in Cairo pick pocketing she would refuse the occasional handout, too much pride to beg. And the thrill of a score was invigorating.

He proceeded, "I swear when I say dis is my las' job. I jus' wanna give you an' da enfant da bes'."

Ororo combed his red-brown hair away from his demon eyes with her right hand then traced the apple of his cheek with the tip of her index finger as she said softly, "My love, we don't need the most extravagant home or finest of clothing. All we need is the best of you."

Remy pulled her into his arms and kept her there. Time lost all meaning as they embraced. He nuzzled a stubble-coated cheek against her smooth skin.

"I love ya Ororo."

"I love you too." We love you. We need you.