Scott leaned his forehead against the dashboard hoping, that if they got into a car accident, the airbag would not be working. Death seemed to be the friend he called upon quite often now, it was the only way he could get out of the mess he had gotten into now. He felt that he was at a milestone right now and not a particularly good one. It was time to reflect on the huge change that his life would be taking, he was going to be a father. He was now responsible for another human being aside from himself and that was a terrifying concept. His childish ways would soon be over and he would be walking down a road where there was no turning back.

People would up getting hurt in this situation, Jean in particular. She had been kind to him and had loved him with all the passion she held for anything else in the world. But all the effort that she had placed in their relationship seemed all for naught because she now had nothing to show for it. He knew he had failed her, yet he admired her courage at having accepted and taken the card that fate had dealt to them. She was a trooper, this he knew and he hoped to one day truly feel anything but guilt every time she crossed his mind. But while she had gotten the brunt of the problem, she was not the only one affected.

He had to think about the children, his children, the ones he had watched grow from inexperienced teens to young men and women. Their leader, their example and their elder had failed them as well. He was supposed to guide them in moral issues and help encourage them to do what was right and best for them. Instead he was showing them that passion was all right to give in to. He only hoped to find the words to say to them when he gave his speech tomorrow. He would not resign from his position in the X Men but he would make it clear that his behavior was nothing to be repeated. They had to learn from his examples and try not to repeat the same mistakes, a mistake because he had no idea how he was going to take care of his family.

His head was jerked back when Logan was prepared to speak to him of whatever it was he wanted to. Even though he had let down Jean, Rogue, the kids and even the professor, it felt worst seeing Logan's eyes on him. They had never seen eye to eye since he had never approved of his decisions or even his relationship with Jean but they had been amicable. Looking him in the eye was as bad as it could have been if he had to tell Rogue's father he had impregnated her. And the worst was that this particular individual had claws and ones that could easily slice right through him. He swallowed heavily, the lump in his throat rising up and down as his mouth suddenly went dry.

"What are you going to do with her?" Logan asked, speaking slowly as if he were controlling his temper. Scott decided to answer every, single question honestly. There was no using in lying to the guy, he could smell it. He rubbed the back of his neck and adjusted his glasses before letting out a rough cough. It was now time to face the facts and face them out loud.

"I decided to marry her," Scott whispered and drummed his fingers against the passenger's window. He knew it was the right thing to do; he had to make an honest woman out of her. She had been with no one else after him and he knew that she was a good girl not one of these girls who slept around with everyone and their mother. He continued to stare out the window and wondered if the yield sign had been a late sign for him. The reply was short and harsh much to Scott's surprise.

"No," was all Logan said. Scott's head snapped in record speed when he heard this from Logan. It was Scott's decision if he was going to marry her or not and Logan did not have any choice.

"What do you mean No?' That's Rogue's decision," he said firmly, upset that Logan would denounce his decision so quickly. He waited silently for Logan's reply, an answer that did not come as they veered off the highway and entered the driveway of what looked to be a bar. "You can't tell me no Logan; no one can tell us what to do!"

"Well, maybe if ya had asked nicely I woulda told you what to do before you went and screwed up your life," Logan said politely and continued before he closed the door of his car. "I'm thinkin' we gotta get rid of this kid. You guys can have more babies if ya want later on, but right now it ain't the right time. Best to clean out yer mistake before yer really livin' it."

Scott had never felt so angry in his life. Logan never oozed morals but he wasn't the type to speak about getting rid of a baby that had nothing to do with their parent's mistakes. They had made a mistake but the baby was not one. He angrily pushed the door open and marched after Logan, surprise and rage mixed together at what Logan had replied. He grabbed Logan by the shirt and banged him against the side of the bar.

"Get yer hands off me kid, before I snap them off," Logan growled but Scott did not let go. Instead he pushed Logan harder into the steel wall.

"The baby is not a mistake. She's not a mistake and that night wasn't a mistake. How the hell could you ever say something like that? What kind of man are you?" Scott growled in return. Logan relaxed his stance and pulled Scotts hands away from his shirt before cocking his brow.

"Then, if it wasn't a mistake stop actin' like its one. Stop feelin' sorry fer yerself and start taking care of your future. Ya don't gotta marry her because it's the only way ta rectify the situation. Take care of her first and treat her like she was the best thing that ever happened to you."

"I don't know what to do Logan," Scott whispered and sat on the bar stool, staring at the table. 'I don't know what to do."

"Then stop trying to figure it out," Logan said and lit up a cigar, ordering himself a shot of whiskey and a glass of soda for Scott. They stayed there in silence, watching the game on the screen.

A few glasses later, Scott went off the bathroom and caught a glimpse of his face in the mirror. For the past few weeks his face had been haggard and twisted into a permanent scowl. The little bit of time he had spent not trying to work a plan in his mind had improved his appearance grandly. His face had more color in it and even the hint of a smile showed on his face. Rogue's face had been just as haggard, he would have to tell her his secret. He would tonight; he'd speak to her tonight.

"Ya ready to go home Slym? Cause I'm peeked and I got a bunch of rugrats ta train tomorrow," Logan said.

Scott nodded and they headed out, silently entering the vehicle. The rest of the ride had been simple, Scott had spoken of a weird phone call from his brother a few nights before and questioned Logan on what kind the heck his brother had been talking about regarding to something of the 'party like it's your birthday' nature. Logan shrugged in confusion and hoped he would never find out. They finally arrived at the mansion and Scott went to the med-lab, checking up on Rogue.

"Do you know why Sabertooth attacked me?" Rogue whispered, immediately aware of Scott's presence the second he had walked through the door. He sat down next to her and looked at her pale face, unsure of how to react to her still. Her belly stuck out from underneath the soft blue sheet and he grazed his hand over it, at first hesitating and then more confident as he felt the baby swim by his touch as if it knew who he was.

"I don't know Rogue, but I'm going to find out. I'm gonna take care of you okay? Don't worry," he told her. His conversation with Logan began to sink in and he willed himself to look into her eyes. He pulled his hand away and began to play with his fingers. "Rogue…?"

"Yeah," she said sleepily, her eyelids beginning to grow heavy as the sedative Mr. McCoy had given her sunk in. "What happened Scott?"

"Rogue, I…I wanna know what you want to do with the baby? With…with our family…" Scott said, hesitantly and worried. "A family is a big responsibility but I'm willing to make it happen if you are. I mean we don't have to, ya know, love each other but we should try to make this work for our baby. For our new family."

"Family?" Rogue said, her face slowly falling to the side as she let go of her struggle to pay attention to what Scott was saying.

"Yeah Rogue, family. Look, I don't know what to tell you. But I'm gonna be part of this baby's life and I'm gonna be part of it for as long as I live. No matter what decision you want to make. I just wonder if maybe, that night we…we were together, maybe there was something that was missing and maybe we found it that day. Maybe we had found family," he said to her, his eyes closed and hoping that she would say what he wanted to hear but not wanting to pretend that all is well.

"Family is Kurt's, let him take care of it," Rogue said and fell into a deep sleep. Scott just stared at her for a few moments trying to figure out what she was saying. He looked at the lump on the bed and only after a few seconds had passed did it dawn on him what she had clearly said.

"What? You want Kurt to take care of our baby?!" Scott shrieked. He heard the sudden 'bamph ' and squeal of two of the residential nosy-bodies. A second later Kurt and Kitty stood right beside him, most assuredly after having been hidden in the medical supplies closet. They stared down at Rogue and then at Scott who just stared at Kurt with lost eyes. Did she really want to do this? Did she really want to give it all up? He wasn't the only one lost in such a loop hole.

"Kurt…did you just hear what happened?" Kitty asked, looking at Kurt with large, tear filled eyes. Her heart raced at what was going on. She and Kurt had spoken about this earlier, what they would do if they had the chance to partake in this little household miracle that was about to occur. The moment of truth was nigh.

"Yes, I heard Kitty," Kurt said solemnly, "our dreams vill finally come true. I am now to become a father…"