*insert normal disclaimer*

5 months later

Logan ran a hand through his hair. "Listen Chuck, it's been five goddamned months. Why in the hell can't you find her?"

"Logan, trust me. I've looked everywhere. She's successfully managing to block me, not even Cerebro can find her.."

Logan strode out of the room. She wasn't gone. She was just…just on a vacation. She'd be back soon.

He pushed open the door to his room. Slamming it shut he turned and sank his claws deep into the oak door. With a quiet snikt he pulled them back in. Another door. That was the fifth or so, not that he gave a damn.

It was almost time for the baby to come. His son. His Marie. He knew who to blame. Jean. Hell, she was coming on to him like flies to shit. Which he certainly felt like. Shit. He knew he should have pushed Jean off right away, but with Scooter sniffing around Miss Firecracker, Jeannie was left alone. Can you blame a man for seeing if the spark was still there?

He sighed deeply. In this case you sure could. By the time he pried Jean off he had heard the roar of his motorcycle. Wondering who the dipshit was to mess with his bike, he got outside just in time to see Marie fly out the gates like the hounds of hell were chasing her.

He thought she was going to come back in the next few hours. Hours had turned into days, days into weeks, weeks into months. Each second was an ache in his chest and a hitch in his breath. A constant reminder he messed up everything, all the time.

He wanted her back. With him. With their healthy son. Staring out his window at the sun that refused to go away in these miserable hours, something that had never happened to the mighty Wolverine happened.

A single tear ran down his cheek.

…...

I stood up and stretched. Rubbing the ache in my back as I couldn't ease the one in my heart. It had been five long lonely months since I left the school. I hadn't seen any of them, nor had I contacted or been contacted by anyone.

My guess is Logan is thrilled at the fact he doesn't have to be responsible anymore. And I'm guessing Jean is glad too. They probably are going at it like bunnies in heat. Though I'm sure Logan in being very careful that he doesn't get anyone else knocked up. I'm sure everyone is that little piece of paradise has even forgotten about the untouchable girl. Bobby and Kitty are probably almost engaged. Scott and Jubilee openly dating. And Logan and Jean locked up in a bedroom all day long. Paradise perfection. Don't doubt it folks.

I slammed the tray of dishes with unnecessary force on the counter of restaurant at which I worked. Yessiree. I, Rogue, once a member of the X-Men and 8 ½ months pregnant am waiting tables at the only restaurant in Laughlin City. Which happens (of course) to be called Jimbo's. And where everything is fried and nothing is green. I love my life.

"Everything all right sweetie?"

I smiled at Anna, the owner's wife. The only person with a heart in a 25 mile radius.

"Yeah. I'm good thanks though."

"How long before that little one comes poppin' through your bellybutton?"

I glanced down at my stomach ruefully. I looked like I had eaten a seven year old. I was huge. And I have no idea how this is possible, and I know how many women out there will hate me because of this, but I have up-to-date no stretch marks. Not that anyone but me will be seeing my stomach…

"The popping, sugar, can come at any moment. The actual birth has a couple weeks left."

She looked at me and shook her finger. "Let me tell ya this. A baby comes whenever it darn well pleases. I had a friend who gave birth 2 weeks later every time. So you be watchin' for them signs."

I think I may have whimpered. Late? Please God no. I felt like I was going to bust open and I have 2 weeks left. I sighed hoping for good luck. Not that any came my way ever but hey, a girl's gotta try.

"I'm going to call it a night Anna and pack it up home, ok?"

"No problem sweetie, its 10 o'clock. You're officially off the clock."

I handed her my apron and waved goodbye as I walked out the door. I lived a mile away in an old house. It looked horrible on the outside and wasn't fantastic on the inside, but it was dry and warm, and the rent was cheap. I had to walk because I couldn't afford a car, but so far so good.

Or not.

The minute I stepped outside the clouds opened up and brought forth the works. Rain, wind, lightening, thunder. You get the general idea. I groaned but plodded ahead. I was about a ¼ mile or so away from my house when my stomach started to cramp. No, no, no. Not now. Please baby just a bit longer.

My water broke causing my jeans to become even more wet. The next contraction literally swept me off my feet. I landed in a puddle as a wave of pain covered my body. I thought my back was just aching but looking back they were probably contractions. I looked wildly around as the fierce grip of pain eased. There was no one. My house was too far for me to go and the town was too far back. I had no cell phone and no one ever went down this road. I was royal screwed.

Another contraction tore through. I gritted my teeth against the pain. Weren't they like supposed to be timed or something? The pain would let go.

"LOGAN!"

Tears started to fall down my face. I needed him. He had to be here. I needed him.

I curled into a ball as the pain eased back. No wanting to give birth by myself on a dirt road I did the only thing I could think of…

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