Logan's Favorite Hiding Place
Rated: M

Summary: This is loosely based off of my husband's experience during my pregnancy. It wasn't ME! It was the hormones...seriously.

Logan took a deep swig of his beer and closed his eyes, smiling at the quiet of the garage. He'd been tinkering with his Harley all he could these past couple of months because, as Jean said, he wouldn't be able to work on bikes much after the baby was born.

She would know. She and Scooter had recently welcomed a baby girl into the world and even Logan had to admit, she was a cute little thing.

His precious silence was interrupted by footsteps approaching, so he hid the beer and straightened. Logan was surprised to see Scott enter the garage and quickly resumed drinking his beer. The two hadn't been alone in a room together since the night Logan punched him.

They stood across from each other for several moments...almost looking like they were in an old Western stand off. Scott looked around and noted the cooler of beers beside the Harley, "Are you hiding from your wife?"

Logan scoffed and waved him off dismissively, "Pshhhh...no! Why would I do somethin' like that? That may be what girly men like you do, but I don't have to hide from my wife. I'm not afraid of her."

They both heard footsteps approaching. Scott turned to look at the door and smiled as Storm entered, "Hey, I was looking for last year's admission records, the professor said you had them."

"Oh yeah, they're just on my desk, you can't miss 'em."

Storm quirked an eyebrow, "What are you doin' in here?"

Scott started to motion toward where he thought Logan was standing behind him, but when he turned to look, he found an empty garage, "I was...I was...just in here...talking to myself, I guess."

Storm laughed, "Ah...I see. Don't spend too much time talking to yourself. It starts to look a little crazy after a while."

Scott nodded and waved at her as she left. When she was gone, he turned around and cleared his throat, "You can come out now, Logan."

Logan popped up from his hiding place behind his bike and a large tool chest. Scott crossed his arms and stared him down for a second before Logan growled lightly, "Alright...fine. So maybe I AM hiding...what's it to ya?" Scott laughed, causing Logan to roll his eyes and nod as he took another sip of his beer, "Ha-ha...laugh it up..."

"I'm not laughing at you...I'm laughing because you took my hiding place."

Logan raised a brow, "You hid from Jean?"

Scott leaned against the hood of his car and nodded, "Oh yeah. Started coming down here right around week 32. She turned into a real piece of work...the mood swings were-"

"God awful..."

Scott shook his head, "Mood swings? Sweet little Marie?"

"That..." Logan pointed in the direction of the stairs, "...is not sweet little Marie. That is her psychotic, much meaner twin."

"That bad, huh?"

Logan took another deep swig of his beer and tossed Scott one, "Just don't be late with her food and never EVER get the order wrong."

Scott popped open a beer and took a sip, "Oh yes. The food. Jean threw a plate of spaghetti against the wall once because there wasn't enough sauce on it."

"We've had similar incidents...and God, I love her more than life itself and I know pregnancy is hard...but all the whining and constant need for food, back rubs and foot rubs starts wearin' on my nerves."

"Well, I can tell you that it's all worth it."

Logan grunted and raised a brow, "You mean when the kid pops out, I'll immediately forget about all the bitching and psychotic behavior?"

"Not right away...I mean, look at Rachel. She's coming up on six months and I still haven't forgotten enough to start wanting to try for another baby...but I look and her and know I'd do it all over again to get her."

Logan nodded and looked down thoughtfully. There was a long moment of silence between them before Logan looked up, "Sorry about the punch, man..."

Scott raised his brows, "Wow...7 months later. I wasn't even sure you remembered."

Logan smirked, "You were bein' an ass that night. Can't say I fully regret it..."

Scott rolled his eyes. They both looked up as Jean entered the room with Rachel in her arms, "Logan...there you are. Marie's looking for you."

Logan drained the rest of his beer and stood. Scott held up a fist, "Stay strong."

When Logan left the room, Jean would ask what that was all about.

He found Marie in the kitchen, heating up a mug of hot cocoa. She seemed to be craving all things chocolate nowadays. He smiled, "Hey baby...how are ya?"

She sighed, "My kidneys are getting pulverized by mini-Wolverine."

Logan rubbed her back and kissed her temple, "Go lay down darlin'. I'll finish up here."

Marie clutched her heart and smiled as she pursed her lips, "Oh god...baby...you're so sweet."

Oh shit...I know that look. Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry...fuck...she's cryin'.

He smiled wearily and pulled her into an embrace as he kissed her forehead, "It's ok baby...I'm happy to do it."

She sniffled and nodded as he gave her ass a gentle pat, scooting her off toward the direction of their bedroom.

When he arrived in their room, she was laying on her side in one of his flannel shirts. Her belly was too large to button it in front, so it stuck out of the opening of the shirt. Logan smirked and cocked his head to the side, "You look amazing."

Marie blushed softly and held out her hand to him, "Come 'ere, handsome."

He took her hand before she pulled him down onto the bed. She placed his hand on the side on her belly. He felt a very strong, very sizable shift within her, "Whoa..."

She nodded and laid her head down, "Been like that every night."

Logan gently pressed against her stomach. After a few seconds, he watched the baby bump back, making them both smile and laugh. He did it again, eliciting the same response. He breathed out and looked at her as he continued stroking her stomach, "Strong..."

"And smart..."

He leaned over and laid a kiss on her belly before straightening and brushing some hair out of her face, "I love you, darlin'."

"I know this pregnancy hasn't been easy on you...and I wanted to let ya know how much I appreciate you for puttin' up with me."

Logan smiled a little, "You're havin' my baby...it's the least I can do..."

She sat up and kissed his lips hungrily, "If my fatness doesn't disgust you...I'd like to show you just how much I appreciate you."

"Baby...for the last time, you're not fat."

"Oh yeah? Then what am I?"

"Sexy as hell", he murmured as he captured her lips in a loving kiss.

He trailed kisses down her body and whispered sweet nothings against her skin before undressing and climbing onto the bed behind her. He gently fingered her for several moments before gently pushing himself inside of her.

Logan gripped her thigh and lifted her leg up in the air as he pumped into her and kissed her neck, "Mmmm...love you baby...love you so much..."

She reached back and gripped his ass as he pumped into her, making her body shudder and writhe in pleasure. Making love to him never ever got old...

After several moments of intense love making, she whimpered his name and cried out as she gripped the sheets, cumming hard. Logan followed close behind, almost roaring as he spilled himself inside of her.

After they had an opportunity to bask in the afterglow of their mutual climax, she stood and walked over to the hot chocolate he had brought up for her.

Her sweet demeanor melted away as she slammed the mug back down and screeched, "You didn't put marshmallows in it! Goddammit Logan!"

He sighed and looked at the clock. She'd lasted forty-five whole minutes without an outburst. He tiredly ran a hand over his face, "I'll go get you some more."

She grumbled as she lifted her pregnant frame out of bed and walked to the bathroom, "Don't bother."

Logan got dressed and went back down to his hiding place...hoping to be able to hang out there until her next outburst or she needed more food, sex, foot rubs or coddling.

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