You should have been there! I swear I almost pissed myself I was laughing so hard!" Cam exclaimed the next morning. Rouge was far too livid to even go to her own home, so she headed straight for the mansion.

"Oh Ah'll be going next time. It's been awhile since Ah've seen Warren's parents." Her mamma said calmly. It was that kind of deadly calm. That calm that would rather you have her ranting and raving in a blind rage than super calm.

"Can ya promise no bloodshed?" Rogue heard Logan unleashed his claws at the sound of bloodshed. She almost rolled her eyes at him. Almost. Rogue asked her mother, looking at her over the rim of her coffee mug.

"No." Rogue almost snorted. She doesn't even know why she asked.

"Then no," Her mamma pouted at her like a child, and even gave her puppy dog eyes. It didn't work. Rogue merely sat there and drank her coffee, and soon all the noises and voices became nothing more than background noise. That was until she felt a familiar hand touch her shoulder. She turned and looked up to see Remy's unique eyes staring down at her with concern. She gave him a reassuring smile.

Owen narrowed his eyes at the Cajun as he walked into the kitchen, saying good morning to everyone, when he saw the Cajun's eyes glued to one spot. His little Rogue. He was now glaring at Remy as he walked over to her, and said glare turned into a full blown murderous look as he watched Remy touch his daughter's shoulder and as the two seemed to be having a silent conversation.

"Does Warren know where you are?" Rogue heard her daddy say, and she turned to him. He looked pissed. Looking in between Rogue, Remy, and Remy's hand that was still on Rogue's shoulder; she rolled her eyes.

"It ain't that hard ta figure out." Rogue said take a sip of her coffee.

"Ya should go and talk ta him and apologize ta him. Ah'm sure ya tempers have cooled enough to have a rational conversation about what happened last night." Rogue tilted her head to the side slightly.

"No. If he wants ta talk ta me then he's goin' have ta come ta me. And even if Ah wanted ta see him, Ah ain't talkin with him. Just because his temper may have cold, don't mean mehn has." Rogue almost growled out. She didn't know what it was about her dad always trying to butt into Rogue and Warren's marriage, hell even her own mother and friends didn't try and butt in that much. Oh they put they're two cents in for sure, but other than that they mostly stayed out of it.

"Rogue ya acting like a child." Before Rouge could even open her mouth, mother snapped.

"Just what the hell is wrong with ya? Ya daughter's husband's family disrespects her, while her husband just sits there like a damn pussy and ya want her ta apologize to him? The fuck kind of shit is that? Are ya seriously talking his side over ya own daughters?!" By this point Sophia was no longer talking but yelling. She was beyond pissed off at her husband. How dare he? She almost got up and broke the bastards jaw for what he just said. But instead she just stormed out to the kitchen, not even wanting to be in his presence right now.

Owen didn't say anything as he walked passed everyone and to the garage. Both the grange door and the kitchen door slammed with such force that let the whole room in silence for several minutes. No one knew what to say or do. They all looked at Rogue, who just sat there, cradling the cup of coffee in her hands. They all watched as she took a deep breath before puffing out of the room. Remy had a pretty good idea to where she had gone.

Remy parked his bike and headed up the stairs. He stopped just outside the door. He hadn't been here in four years. Hoping Rogue hadn't changed the locks on him; he took out his key, put it in the key hold, turned and (thankfully) unlocked the door. Remy was shocked to see the place so well kept. And not empty and full of dust, hell even his stuff that he left behind was still here. Rogue was in the kitchen, over the stove. He knew she heard him come in, because after a moment she said.

"Ya can have a seat. Ah'll make some for ya too." Remy walked into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around her. She stopped her moments only for a split second before she returned to cooking again. Remy leaned in to sniff her hair. Like always she smelled of strawberries; God he missed her smell. Her touch, everything about her, but he wouldn't move on it. Not until she was ready.

Remy's hands twitched, all he wanted to do was run his hands all over her body, then turn off the stove and bend her over that damn table and fucker her. But no, he couldn't. Slowly, he removed his arms from around her and went to sit at the table. He watched her in silence as she finished cooking, and walked over to the cabinets to get the bowls He was watching her so intently that he hadn't even noticed that she had already put the bowl in front of him. He sniffed. Gumbo?

"Ya really freakin' meh out with all that starin'," Rogue said as she sat her bowl on the table and sat.

"Remy wonder if Mona Lisa said the same thing. Then again, that one is a fake," Rogue nearly choked on her gumbo.

"Fake? Ya can't be seriously tellin' meh…" Rogue trailed off. Remy smirked and nodded. Rogue just shook her head.

"Yo' knew Remy was gonna follow yo?" Rogue nodded.

"Of course I did Cajun. You're not as spontaneous as you think you are." Remy snorted lightly before returning to his gumbo. They finished their meals in silence after that. When the dishes were done and the kitchen was clean, Remy suggested going somewhere with him; Rogue who was not in the mood to deal with Warren or her father, agreed.

….

"What is this place?" Rogue asked looking at the empty building that was in need of some serious repairs.

"Remy's new club, Chere. Le Coquin."

"The Rogue?" Rogue said softly.

"Qui? " Remy said as he wrapped arms around her and pulled her close into his chest. She sighed and welcomed his touch. She missed it, his touch. His smell; everything about him. She couldn't remember the last time Warren had held her like this. To simply hold her for no reason at all. And at this moment, she couldn't say she cared at all.