Don't own a thing
I heard Logan knock on the bathroom. I was leaning my head on the cold porcelain bathtub, sitting on my knees. I was desperately trying to calm the turbulent waves in my abdomen.
"Marie? You ok in there?"
"Do you think I'd be in here if I was ok?" I heard silence from outside, followed by a soft sigh.
"Marie…you know what I mean."
I groaned, but forced myself to get up. I went to the sink and washed my hands and rinsed out my mouth. I sincerely hoped this was a onetime experience. As it was I don't think I could ever eat strawberry pancakes again.
I staggered over to the door and managed to pull it open. Logan caught me as I tripped and fell. "Hello there," I said between giggles. For some reason I found it amusing that I fell. Once again I place the blame on hormones. Logan looked at me with a frown marring his brow.
"Marie? Are you sure you're ok?"
I struggled up. "Yep I'm hunky dory. You?"
He smiled. "I'm good."
I felt almost like I was drunk. "I know that silly. BTDT."
His mouth fell open. "What is wrong with you?"
I stuck my arms out and tried to spin. Somewhere in my head I knew I was acting ridiculous, but I couldn't stop. "Nothing's wrong with me. I fell like a…like a butterfly. Hey what are you doin'? Logan had picked me up and almost ran into the elevator. I hummed to myself as the elevator went down. The mansion had great elevator music.
We came out in front of the med-lab. Why was he taking me here? He walked through the doors, calling for Hank.
"Hank, you in here? I think something's wrong with Rogue," he growled.
Dr. McCoy walked out from behind a table and came towards us with a worried expression. "What do you mean something's wrong?"
Logan carefully set me down on a bed and ran a hand agitatedly through his hair. "Well she got sick and…"
Hank chuckled and put a friendly hand on Logan's shoulder. "Look Wolverine, it happens. She may have the morning sickness come later than normal, but it's ok. And a heads up, it's not just in the morning.
I peeped up, like literally almost peeped. "Wow, you're blue. I like blue." I also thought he was quite brave to lay a hand on Wolverine, especially when he was obviously agitated.
His eyes almost popped out of his head and rolled on the floor.
Logan pointed at me. "That's what I mean."
I felt another set of giggles coming on as they both stared at me like I was from another planet.
A couple minutes later Hank was finished examining me. He had given me a shot of something and I was starting to feel more like myself.
"What was wrong, Doc?" Logan asked.
"Oh, nothing fatal. She just was exhausted. When people get that tired they get like that, they can even get to the point where they don't feel tired at all. She just needs to rest."
It was true I wasn't sleeping much. Too many things were happening. Plus I felt if I rolled over I could like hurt the baby or something, which Dr. McCoy later informed me wouldn't happen. I looked at Logan and couldn't help, but slump. From the look in his eyes he would plop me into my bad and lock me inside, playing guard for at least 24 hours.
"Are you ready for your ultrasound?" Dr. McCoy asked. "You were supposed to have it tomorrow anyways, so it would probably be easier just to do it now, if you're here."
I bit my lip. Did I really want to? Part of me said yes, the other no. But both were for the same reason. Seeing it and hearing its heartbeat would make it real. I looked at Logan. He had that stupid I'm not revealing a single emotion face on. The one that just made me want to get him to show one just to spite him. I pushed that urge down and looked back at Hank. He was being so nice; he wasn't pushing me or anything. I sucked in a deep breath. "Um y…yeah…I guess."
"Ok I need you to lay back and pull up your shirt."
I felt a little embarrassed because I had notice that there was a slight bump. Logan stared at it, fascinated.
"About how far along are you?"
"Around 3 ½ months."
"So about 14 weeks."
I thought about for a second than nodded. That seemed about right.
"We won't be able to tell if it's a boy or girl for a couple more weeks, but you'll be able to see it."
He grabbed this tube and put a bunch of cold blur gel on my stomach. I sat straight up, noticing that Logan jumped. I shot Hank an evil glare. "Dammit that's cold."
He chuckled. "I know. I'm sorry I should have warned you. Normally we heat it up, but the heater hasn't been working."
I muttered under my breath, but let him gently push me back down. I grabbed Logan's hand as Dr. McCoy grabbed something that vaguely resembled a small shower head. He adjusted the screen so we could see. He put the thing on my stomach. I heard a thumping noise. Was that its heartbeat?
Both Logan and I peered at the screen trying to make sense of the moving bits of grey, black, and white. I personally could not see anything that resembled a baby. Was that seriously the inside of me? I tilted my head to the side as I stared some more. I narrowed my eyes as I started to see the shape of something. Was that…
Hank smiled at us. "Look at that, it's a…"
Cliff hanger I know.
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A/N I just wanted to mention a couple things really quick. One, there is a new Rogan challenge out and you can find the details on my profile. It's all about school :D The other thing is, if anyone is interested, I, with JPG&R just opened a forum dedicated to Rogue and Wolverine. If you're interested we'd love people to come check it out. The link is available on my profile.
