Wolverine and Company ch 21
Soooooo after a 5 year hiatus and a read, re-read and planning of this story, I finally decide to finish it. Ha! A lot of things have changed these past couple years and I'm finally read to finish what I've started annnnnndddd for all those that have been asking, a sequel is coming soon! Be on the lookout and enjoy the happy ending!
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Noah Wyatt Anderson-Walker.
Finally! We put a name to our baby's cute little face.
I totally pulled it out of my ass too; there was no special rhyme or reason to it, I just liked the way it fit.
I thought about Luke and Christian and all those other hot names we talked about in that kitchen pow-wow with the professor, but nothing seemed as great as Noah. (Plus I didn't see how Luke would fit if I was to be Mrs. Walker one day and my poor son gets the Anderson tacked off his name and becomes Luke Walker. Throw a "sky" in there and he's the laughing stalk of the mansion.)
Logan fought to name him after himself, but I stuck to Noah. I thought it was fitting seeing as how The Noah owned an arc, and my little Noah was born in a jet (The weary connection is due to the after affects of giving birth, you'll have to excuse me) and plus having a holier than thou, goodie-two-shoes name for what I was sure to be the devil reincarnated meant that my son would have a fair shot at first impressions and get the equality he deserved (at least up front). It was a genius plan in the works. Kindergarten teachers had no idea what they were in for.
Anyway after the admiring of baby Jesus was over, Logan and I continued to cuddle, coo and adore our baby while the rest of the crew got back to work. They were tired and vastly distracted when the weight of the day fell on their shoulders but they got back to work.
Hank was immediately on the phones, spitting coordinates, acronyms, codes and orders again and in no more than an hour or two, helicopters, busses, government trucks and ambulances surrounded us.
We weren't that far from D.C I was told and I was very weary about getting into a helicopter, but I sucked it up and hopped on with Logan and my new born baby (who was wrapped in a cocoon to protect him…poor thing, just popped out of one and he's right back in) and we were shuttled to Washington D.C.
It was late at night by the time we arrived and I was far beyond exhausted. However during the whole trip I refused to let Noah go despite the E.M.T's strong recommendations to check him out. I knew I should have let them double check him; being back in the high altitudes of the air probably wasn't the best thing for him, and I was falling asleep so much I was scared I'd drop him, but I didn't want to risk having anyone snatch him away.
I already had a tight-knit bond with him, which headed my close eye; I couldn't pass him up.
And it didn't help we were in a helicopter with the Brotherhood either. Thanks for delivering my baby and all, but I still don't trust you.
But when we arrived at the hospital, it was a whole different ball game.
I was so tired, I could barely utter coherent sentences more or less look after a baby. Irresponsible? Yes. Normal? Well yes, I was told.
I felt drowsy and woozy and my eyelids were so heavy, I felt like they were pregnant (It's about time someone felt what I felt). The E.M.T's urged me to rest (I'm sure it was so they could steal Noah…bastards) and when we arrived wherever the hell we were supposed to go, I was knocked the fuck out, and Logan took care of the rest.
Well at least that's what I was hoping but when I finally woke up, I was happy to see that he did.
I couldn't help but smile as I came to and realized it wasn't a dream; this was real.
Noah is here and he's my son. I'm his mother and Logan is his father; I can't believe what a perfect little thing we made.
"Hey, she's finally awake little man." Logan said. Watching a big-tough biker cradle a small gentle baby was priceless. I wish I had a camera. "You must take after your mommy huh, you sure can sleep."
I smiled at Logan as he approached me with Noah in hand, sitting on the edge of the bed and passing him over to me. He was changed now; the Xavier blanket was gone and he donned a blue hospital blanket and a matching blue hat—his already thick hair peeking out the sides.
Accepting him happily, I caught sight of the hospital bracelet around my wrist. Whoa….who the hell slapped that on there?
"Hey little baby" I cooed at him softly and his gentle baby breath tickled my nose. He was so dear. "Mommy loves you" I didn't no what else to tell him; nothing else seemed appropriate. I loved him, I really did, and I vowed to make sure he never forgot it.
Kissing his forehead again I let my finger stroke the lingering kiss.
It was unbelievable just how fucking soft he was. He's only been doused in water once or twice to clean the gunk off him, how'd he get so smooth? Must be a baby thing.
Still feeling the lingering tire, I yawned as I adored and rocked Noah. I wasn't as tired as I was before (finally, I could almost feel my mutation kicking back in) but an extra nap wouldn't hurt.
"What time is it?" I yawned again and asked Logan who looked down at his watch.
"One o'clock"
"Hmm" I shrugged and continued to cradle my baby boy. "That's weird. It's pretty bright for one am"
Logan chuckled before continuing on. "Ness', it's one pm. It aint' Wednesday anymore."
I almost dropped the baby.
Holy shit, Thursday already! Noah was almost one day old! I was sleeping his life away!
Sensing my tears beginning to well, Logan stopped them before they could come. "Ohhhhh no you don't Nessa', I warned you about this. Remember what I said about being emotional after the squirt is born?" he asked. "Your sympathy card has run out."
I sniffled. "But…but…I'm sleeping his life away Logan. He's almost a day old." God, I can't believe I slept so long, I'm missing everything cute and adorable about him.
Logan looked to the ceiling for an answer and sighed. "The Dr. warned me about this." He grumbled to himself. "Postpartum depression can't start this early can it?"
"Excuse me?" I fired and his eyes zipped towards me.
"Ness' we got to D.C early this morning; It was almost four am. Then with all the hospital madness and check ups, hell I was practically sleeping his life away. But look he's fine, he's been sleeping his own life away."
I eyed Logan questionably. He was far too prepared with stocked answers of comfort. I was on to him.
Dropping the Logan question for the time being I decided to turn my attention back to Noah. Cute little dear Noah; he must get his cuteness from me. Logan sure as hell wasn't cute. Sexy, handsome and feral; but not cute. A cute little button nose, cute little hazel eyes, cute little squishy face that pouted when he slept. I can't believe he was so adorable. Scott was wrong, this baby was gonna' be on magazines. And he was all mine to deliciously dunk in my coffee every morning.
"There he is!"
A flash of red suddenly popped in the doorway with a motley crew of followers behind her. I should have known they would be here sooner or later. With all the adoration, I briefly forgot about the X-team.
"Oh my gosh would you look at him, how precious!" Jean nearly flew into the room from sheer excitement and passed off the "It's a boy balloons" to Scott before joining me at my bedside.
Ororo, Hank, Rouge, Scott and the professor were behind her.
"Oh Vanessa, he's only gotten cuter!" she adored and I could tell she was about to cry again. Sheesh, I think she was more emotional than I was but for this brief moment in time, I didn't mind.
"Do you want to hold him?" I asked her and she looked to me as if I offered to let her be the lead in a Broadway musical.
"Could I?" she beamed, and I couldn't help but smile, gently passing Noah to her as she took a seat in the chair next to the bed.
She cradled him gently and her eyes were instantly lit with tears. "Hey little Noah." She cooed. "Hi, I'm your God-mommy. I've seen pictures of you all nine months you adorable little button."
"Half of those pictures I'm sure you took" Hank remarked, as he and the others in the room went into adore mode. It was a scene right out of lifetime.
Jean giggled. "Hey baby boy, how are ya?" she continued. "You had a rough journey huh?"
Pssshhh him? What about me!? All he had to do was follow the light, I was the one doing all the work. I don't even want to imagine what my beaver looks like.
Gross.
"So how are you feeling Vanessa?" Ororo was the first to ask. Jean continued talking to the baby while I turned to her.
"I'm good. Super tired but definitely good; I can't be happier." And it was true. I don't know if repetitiveness assured its truth but I was beaming my son was finally here.
She smiled a warm smile at me.
"Don't speak so soon, he hasn't started crying yet" Scott piped and just like before, Logan and I lowered our eyes into slits.
Look Scooter, just because the baby is out the pod, doesn't mean we're not still annoyed with you. Comments are not welcome at the moment, thanks.
"Don't start Boy Scout" Logan warned, and Scott smirked.
"What about all of you guys?" I quickly deferred. I didn't want my baby's first day to be filled with arguments. "Are you all ok?"
"Peachy Keen" Scott replied.
"I'm recovering, but ok Ness'" Storm answered.
"We've all seen better days, but we're pulling through" said Hank.
God they were so scripted. Helllloooo, we were just in a plane crash and I delivered a baby shortly after. You don't have to pretend to be perfect all the time, I'm sure we're all a little jittery inside.
Thankfully the professor read me like a book. "Don't worry about us Vanessa, we're safe now and delighted at the birth of Noah. The rest will come too."
I smiled at him. Thank you professor, thank you for being normal.
"Vanessa, can I hold him next?" Rouge asked. She was being so quiet I briefly forgot she was in the room.
Smiling at her, I motioned to Jean. "Sure if you can pry him away from her"
Rogue giggled and Jean playfully glared, offering her seat to the teenager and gently placing the baby in her waiting arms. "Careful honey," she cautioned. "And watch his head….there you are"
Rogue was about to cry too. "Oh my" she said, and her southern accent fell out in awe. "He's so precious" she breathed. I smiled again. "And look at all this hair."
"That's Vannessa's/Logan's doing"
We spoke at the same time causing Logan and myself to glare at each other.
"Some things never change huh" Hank commented and he and the professor shared a laugh.
"Ha, ha" Logan retorted. "Meanwhile if his hair spirals into curls, I've got a good pair of scissors waiting to be used."
I glared harder at Logan; he was pushing it too.
"Aw Logan, you're not going to claw at him already are you? At least wait until he can crawl. Give the little guy a chance to defend himself."
"Shut up Scooter!" Logan and I said at the same time, and Hank and the professor smiled again.
Ugnuhhh, I could feel old atmosphere's arising and I wasn't quite ready to loose the joy of having my baby in the world yet.
"Logan, you're not cutting his hair. Scott shut up, and Hank if you smile at Logan or myself one more time, I'll….I'll—"
"Congrats to our new mommy!"
Oh great who was it now?
An overly jolly nurse, beamed and strode her way into the room, scribbling something on a chart she had in her hand and looking towards me then Noah. "Looks like everything is doing great in here. Would you like me to teach you how to breastfeed now?"
I've never seen a room scatter so fast in my entire life. You'd think they were roaches and someone turned the light on.
Five seconds later, only Logan, Noah, myself and the nurse remained.
Loagn chuckled. "Pansies"
The nurse smiled awkwardly. "Ok then…let's give this cute little button some lunch!"
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Noah and I walked the halls and I introduced him to everything I knew. It wasn't much, I mean we were in a new city and I knew nothing of hospitals other than what I saw on my daily soaps, but it was fun just talking to him; he made me feel less lonely in the world.
It was late in the evening and Logan knocked out in the room watching TV while the motley X-crew returned to the safe camps to stay with the children and staff for the night.
The mansion was cleared and given the OK, and the first batch of kids were scheduled to return tomorrow. Logan and I were staying an extra night with Noah but before we left, there was one thing I had to do.
Insanity drove me forward but deep down I felt it was right so I pushed on anyway.
"This is Scarlett's room, can you say Scarlett?" Noah looked at me with half eyelids open and his arms wiggled around in his little blanket. I smiled. "Yeah, probably not yet. Let's go see what she's up to."
The door to her room was wide open and I peeked inside before daring to make entry.
She was alone as expected, her father and the brotherhood retreated shortly after our arrival to the hospital and only her beeping machines kept her company.
Poor thing; It must be scary being all alone in the hospital. Her family had been there for her at the mansion then suddenly they vanished. Something told me this wasn't out of the ordinary for her.
"Scarlet?"
She was lying on her side, wedged between two mountains of pillows while her body made the river. When she heard her name, she slowly rolled to face the doorway and smiled when she caught sight of me and the baby.
"Hey," she said softly, trying to roll further but I entered the room fully and stopped her.
"No, no, no, it's ok, we'll come to you" I paced quickly into the room and walked around the bed, standing in front of her so she didn't have to roll around. She slowly retreated to her original position and settled her gaze on me and Noah. "Hey there," I smiled genuinely at her, and took a seat on the chair next to the bed. "I just came to check up on you, I thought you might be lonely, so I brought you some company" I offered the baby for her to see and her eyes lit with joy, just like all the others.
"Oh my goodness, he's adorable," she gushed. Her tone of voice was gentle as I figured she was still in a lot of pain but still it was evident she was happy to have someone there with her. "What's his name?"
"Noah," I responded with a smile, and traced my finger down his cheek. "Noah Wyatt Anderson-Walker"
"That's a beautiful name," Scarlett concluded, then looked at me to meet me in my eyes. "Congratulations,"
"Thank you," I told her and got up to sit on the edge of her bed. "Thank you," I breathed, "For everything Scarlett. Really, I mean it from the bottom of my heart"
She looked up at me, a little puzzled and watched as I rocked the baby.
"Thank me for what?" she giggled. "I haven't done anything"
"Well for starters you saved our ass up there," I pointed to the sky. "If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be holding this little guy in my arms"
Scarlett smiled bashfully, then looked down at the pillows. "Well it wasn't much saving," she admitted. "Silver was right, I should have been faster"
I frowned. "No, how could you say that? It was crazy up there. Any help, was a relief to us, and you helped in a big way…a huge way."
"I'm not usually such a help with my powers." She retorted. "I can't even help myself; otherwise I wouldn't be in this hospital bed."
"Hey," I said, and gently placed a hand on hers. "You have an amazing gift, don't let anyone tell you different and don't ever think otherwise."
Scarlett chortled. "You sound like my dad"
My eyebrow rose on that one and she caught it with a laugh before smiling apologetically.
"Sorry," she began. "Sometimes I forget who my father is."
"It's ok," I told her, although I was still re-living in being compared to Magneto. Even if it was an accident. "Where is he by the way? Where's everyone? I thought they were here with you."
"They had to relocate. Brotherhood isn't much without a place to congregate I guess, so they went to go find one. My dad promised he'd keep in touch."
My heart panged once at her response and I nodded while holding back the empathy that was radiating inside. There was a part of me that identified with Scarlett, even though I had barely known her. She was a girl stuck a cross-roads in her life, torn between choosing a side where the people who loved and cared about her wanted her to be, and a side where heart truly remained. Inevitably, the lack of choice made her somewhat of a loner, left to figure it out on her own while the people around her carried on in their own lives.
It made me think of where I was, just a few years earlier, and the crossroads I found myself in when I was forced to choose between a life of search and inquiry of who I once was and a life anew with people who were there to care about me. Watch me grow and watch me create my own paths in my own life.
I looked down at my newborn son. Thankfully, this little guy here made it easy for me. As I grew to accept and love the fact that I was bringing new life into this world, I cared less about the vague life I left behind. I had new priorities now, ne responsibilities and my life was headed in a new direction. And when I think about the opportunity that was given to me, the chance to start a new at Xaviers, I couldn't be more grateful that an arm was extended to help me up, when I was once fallen.
And when I looked at Scarlett, I saw that she too, had fallen. She needed someone to pick her up.
"Hey Scarlett," she looked up at me after smiling at the baby. "What would you say about coming back to Xaviers?"
Her eyebrows muttled into confusion, and settled from going wide.
"Permanently"
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I walked Noah back to my room, humming a lullaby to him as I went, and stroking his soft cheeks and his soft nose to soothe him while he slept. When I reached my room I kept humming as I walked in, hummed when I placed him in the hospital bassinet and only stopped once I saw the Wolverine still asleep in the chair by the window, fighting a snore as gravity pulled his weighted hand, the remote for the TV just inches from the floor.
I fought a smile. Logan really was an amazing man and I loved him so much. He deserved a hard earned nap but it was just too bad he didn't have a girlfriend with a desire to keep him that way.
I quietly approached him, knowing his ears, like mine, were like a pack of cadaver dogs. Taking the remote from his hand, I set it on the table nearby and took the opportunity to straddle his lap bringing his arms from their slouched position, securely around my waist.
This of course woke him up with a jump but I was quick to lean into him, whispering calmly into his ear. "Shhhhh, it's just me you big lug. Settle down,"
He murmured a curse word or two to himself and I felt the grip of his hands tighten around my waist as he threatened to keep his claws in before he finally calmed down.
"Jeez, don't do that to me 'Ness. You wanna get yourself killed?" I gave him a pointed look and he corrected himself. "Stabbed?"
I smiled. "I knew you wouldn't stab me Steroid. You could smell me coming from a mile away."
"Hmm" he grunted, gripping tightly on my waist again and I leaned into him with a wink.
"How do I smell now?" I whispered again.
"Good," he grunted again.
"Yeah?" I lowered my mouth to his ear and gave it a little tug with my teeth.
"'Ness, don't do this. Not here…the baby's right…where the hell'd your tummy go?" Finally realizing my waist was smaller than before, the Wolverine patted the empty air between us. "You're not fat anymore"
I raised my eyebrow again. "Watch it," I warned him. "And it hasn't completely gone away but its getting' there. My mutation finally likes me again."
Finally after 9 long months of waiting, my mutation decided to kick right back into gear and heal the stretching skin, that had turned me into a balloon for the greater part of the year. And while it hasn't completely gone down, I know that by sometime tomorrow, I'd be as good as knew.
"You know millions of women around the world hate you right now right?"
I giggled. "They wouldn't hate me if they felt the ice chill of adamantium in the morning, that's for sure." Logan shivered. He, like myself, knew the meaning of sore joints in the bitter cold mornings of winter. Adamantium and cold, did not agree. "So are we just gonna talk, or are you gonna take advantage of this new, hot, sexy mama' on top of you?" I purred.
"Oh, hospital gowns, what a turn on"
"Logan!" I slapped him on the chest and he laughed before stealing me for a kiss. He growled as he kiss me ferociously, pulling me closer to him and trying to cop a feel under my sexy gown, as paper Mache as it was. I had roped another gown behind it so the whole world didn't get a look see at my ass but now I found the added material was just in the way. Logan's warm, strong hands, gripping me from behind is just what I needed.
"'Ness," he began between kisses. I stopped him my nibbling his neck. "Vanessa,"
"Mmmm, shut up." I captured his lips again and regrettably, he finally pulled away, leaning back in the chair to created some distance between us and he stared at me.
I glared at him. "What?"
He raised his eyebrow. "Vanessa, not that I don't enjoy you on top of me with no panties on and all but…"
I trailed his eyes. "Buutttttt?"
"What the hell's gotten into you? Have you forgotten you've given birth about, oh I don't know, 24 hours ago? 'You really prepared to make another one?"
I gave him a flat look. "No," He challenged my stare. "Hell no. I've got to get into my old jeans and have a few beers before I even begin to entertain that idea." Logan laughed. "A lot of beers actually"
He lazing kept one arm around me while he brought his free hand to cup my face. "Than what is it?"
"I finally fit into you," I told him. "Perfectly. And I feel, I feel like I should enjoy it. You're the father of my son, and I'm proud of you, and I admire you, and…I love you. I just don't want you to forget that."
"Jeez, you got all that from me sleepin' over here?"
I slapped his chest again, motioning to get off his lap. "Logan!"
He laughed again. "Alright, alright, I'm kidding 'Ness," he said as he held me back down on his lap. "I love you too." I smiled and gave him a kiss. "Jean was wrong," he continued.
"I'm grateful you're the mother of my child" I mouthed with him, as I leaned on his chest.
And there, Logan and I fell asleep together.
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Within a week things were back to normal around the mansion. FBI and C.I.A operatives (which the professor had close ties with..no surprise there) came in and, checked, re-checked and tripled checked the mansion and all surrounding threats before we were finally cleared to return home to business as usual.
After a restful weekend, the Professor resumed classes and the students (now armed with awesome stories to tell) went back to class excited to see each other and socialize again.
Logan was pulled away for a follow up mission shortly after we left the hospital and when he returned two days later, you couldn't tear him away from Noah and myself.
We spent a couple days holed up in our room, not really coming out for much but food and we nested with Noah, watching every adorable thing he did. The way he slept, the way he yawned, the way he cooed, the way he suckled, everything about him was perfect.
But when we began to get a consistent flow of visitors at our door checking to "see if we were alive in here" we figured it was time to show ourselves and reassure everyone we weren't a pack of wolves and didn't eat out baby.
So one afternoon when school let out and we knew the crew would be socializing in the kitchen, Logan and I showered and changed our clothes (you wouldn't believe how hard it was to do that while nursing and keeping an constant eye on your newborn) and headed down.
I was finally able to fit in my old jeans again so I wasted no time hauling them on and kicking all my maternity clothes to the back of the closet.
Logan slapped my ass while we walked and I had the baby in hand and I sqeaked then winked at him.
When we finally entered the kitchen, conversation paused and everyone looked relieved to see us.
"Yay! Noah's here!" Rogue cooed.
My mistake. Everyone was relieved to see the baby.
Shooting out of her seat along with Kitty, Jubes and Jean, they all surrounded me while I gave them a look see at our adored champ.
"Oh my gosh he's gotten so big since I last seen him," Rogue cooed
"No way!" Kitty protested. "He's still a little button of cute."
Logan shook his head and excused himself to dig around in the fridge for a beer.
"How'd his first Dr. appointment go 'Ness?" Jean asked, dying to hold her God son again. I acquiesced and passed him up to her waiting arms. He fidgeted a little, I could tell already he knew the difference between my hold and someone else's but when Jean began to sway him, he settled down.
"Good," I told her, and when Logan offered me a beer I turned him down. He shrugged then quickly chugged his down before starting mine. I didn't miss smoking anymore but I did strongly fight the urge to drink. Noah's new pediatrician (a referral from Dr. Phillips) warned me about drinking while breastfeeding and while I was almost sure my mutation would filter the alcohol faster than my milk would reach Noah's lips, I didn't want to risk it.
After all I already survived 9 months without drinking, what's another I don't know…5 or 6?
Ugnuhhh shoot me.
"The doctor says he's in great shape, especially you know, all things considering. And he's latching on to the breast and eating great, so I won't have to worry about using bottles for a while."
"Uhhhhh, was not prepared to hear about your breasts this afternoon Ness'" Scott interjected. "Thanks for the mental image"
I shrugged in his direction and made a mental note to walk into one of his classes one of these days and nurse in the middle of his lesson.
"That's great," Jean said, continuing to sway him and ignoring her husband.
Logan walked by her and pressed a kiss to the baby's head. "My boy," he said. "Nursing like a champ."
"Uhh excuse me," Everyone's attention from Noah was diverted when a meek voice entered the kitchen. "Has anyone seen the professor?"
It was Scarlett. Scarlett Danielle Lenshurr. Our newest resident at Xavier's school for gifted youngsters.
After our talk Scarlett gave some serious consideration to coming back to the mansion. She was considering it but didn't know if her father would approve so I let Chuck in on my conversation with her. I knew Xavier and Eric exchanged some words over it (as documented my Chuck holing up in his office for three hours on the phone) but ultimately they both came to the conclusion that this was the best place for Scarlett to be.
She was a wondering soul, who needed time to harness her powers and figure out who she wanted to be. And what better place was that then Xavier's?
Some of the others were a little leery about her presence here in the mansion but sensing her discomfort and knowing what it was like to be an outcast, her and Rogue were quickly becoming friends.
"I'm right here Scarlett," the professor said, wheeling from behind the group. "What do you need?"
"Umm, I finished organizing those papers like you asked." She said. "Do you need me to do anything else?"
"No that's absolutely alright. You can clock out for the rest of the day and relax. Explore the mansion a little and make yourself at home."
"Ok," she said shyly. Scanning the kitchen over once before resting her eyes on me. She smiled at me and I gave her a wink. She was taking my place in the office while I was on maternity leave and today was her first day.
"One more thing though Scarlett, have you seen Ororo? I haven't seen her since school let out."
"Ummm…." Scarlett's face was a little confused. She was new and didn't know everyone's name yet. She was searching to put a face to the name.
"Short lady, white hair and young body." Logan finished for her.
"Oh!" Scarlett said. "She signed out during the last class period. She said she had an errand to run. She should be back shortly."
"Ok thank you," the professor said and I could see Hank's face mottle in confusion in the corner of the room. Apparently he had no idea of his girlfriend's last minute errand.
"Hey Scarlett, do you want me to show you the stables outside. Xavier told me you like to ride." Rogue offered.
Scarlett smiled a warm smile. "I'd love that," she said and the two girls left.
Meanwhile Jean was still swaying my son back and forth and I took a seat at the table. I was actually kind of hungry.
Logan and I didn't do much but feed and take care of Noah. And when he wasn't pooping or nursing, he was sleeping so we watched him sleep. This didn't leave much time to take care of ourselves so we often found ourselves skipping the occasional meals or showers. Yet oddly enough we never missed a moment's sleep (unless Noah woke up for his 3 am feeding).
Reading my mind like a book however, Logan plopped a sandwich down in front of me and I smiled at him. I'll never get over him bringing me food.
"So what are your plans now guys?" Jean asked, sitting across from me, still swaying baby Noah. "You've got your perfect little baby and a happy little family in front of you. Any plans on making that legal?" she asked.
Logan and I both rumpled our eye-brows. Legal? What was she talking about? All the papers told us that Noah was ours.
"Ba, da, da dum, Ba da, da dum," she hummed the wedding tune while Logan spit out his beer and I chocked on my first bite of sandwich.
Jean only laughed.
"I uhhhh….we…." Logan searched for a response.
"There's no time to plan a wedding." I responded for him. "Taking care of a newborn is very taxing." I said.
"Yeah" Logan quickly added.
Jean giggled again. "Oh calm down, I was only teasing." She said. Then she thought of something and spoke again. "Buuttt if you change your mind, I'm great at planning more than just baby showers."
Logan grunted at her and I smiled. I was very appreciative Jean was as involved as she was. I know she was the right choice to make Noah's godmother.
Before anyone could say another word, Ororo entered the kitchen, putting her keys in her purse and searching the kitchen for her boyfriend.
Hanks eyes found her first. "There you are Ororo," he said. "Is everything alright? Scarlett said you left the last period of the day to run an errand but I didn't know you—"
"Everything's fine Hank," she said. She was calm and she was trying to suppress something. I couldn't tell if it was excitement or sadness but I knew she didn't want to share it with everyone. "Could we talk for a moment?"
Hank looked at her puzzled, before looking to everyone else as if it would answer his questions.
Scott shrugged and Logan gave him a "don't look at me bub" stare before the professor reassured him.
"Go and talk to her Hank, it's alright." He urged. "She needs you"
The professor knew something we didn't.
Hank made his way to the weather witch and they moved behind the swinging doors while the rest of us did our best to make it seem as though we weren't eavesdropping.
"I wonder if she's going to dump him," John speculated.
"She's not going to dump him John," Jean corrected. "Those two are on their way to the alter."
"What is it with you and this marriage thing Jeannie" Logan asked. "Not everyone wants to look like you and Boy Scout around here."
Jean stuck her tongue out while Scott lowered his paper to give Logan a glare.
Before he could retaliate however a large THUD pounded through the kitchen, startling the greater portion of us (thankfully not me, I was confidently coming back to my old self).
"Oh my God Hank!" Jean cried as she was quick to her feet and swiftly passed Noah back to me before rushing to her co-doctor's side. "Hank! Hank! Are you ok?!" she shouted at him but he was out cold on the floor.
Logan was quick to his feet too. "Damn Ro'" she said. "Did you bolt him to death or something? What the hell?"
"No," she said bashfully, her cheeks were blazing red. "He just passed out."
"Passed out from what?" Jean demanded. "Hank!" she shouted at him. Kitty handed her a cool dishrag and she began to whip the sides of Hank's face. Slowly he was coming too.
I noticed something lying on the floor while the chaos continued in the kitchen and with Noah in hand I went to pick it up. It was a picture in black and white. A picture I knew all too well.
I breathed in slowly then looked at Storm who was still blushing profusely, fiddling with the hem of her shirt from being so embarrassed at her fainting boyfriend.
"Oh shit," I whispered and my eyes found hers.
"Storm this is…."
"I'm pregnant" she finished for me.
Just as Hank came too, he passed out all over again at her words.
The kitchen was at a stand still, Jean almost dropping Hanks' head, Scott lowering his paper, the professor grinning like an idiot and Logan busting out into laughter.
Here we go again.
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The end!
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