A/N: Hey everyone. =(, change in plans, ...! Thanks!
Rogue sighed tapping her fingers on the couch. Now and then her eyes would look at the small envelope of things beside. It contained her will and a few items she planned to give back to her parents. It had been two weeks since her wedding and she was now officially Mrs Howlette. For her honeymoon, the Professor had installed a program that recreated Hawaii allowing her to have the artificial experience of a real honeymoon. She and Logan had sealed themselves in for a week, enjoying the illusion while it lasted. When they came out, they found out the FOH had changed tactics.
Her hand tightened into a fist when she thought how readily her parents had given information on her to the F.O.H. Picking up the envelope, she headed to the mailing box in the foyer and placed her envelope down. Whoever was on duty today would post all mail in the box. Smiling in satisfaction, she took the elevator down to the med-lab. Logan was waiting for her patiently, leaning against the walls by the examination room. He smiled and held up a banana. She grimaced but took it anyway. Ever since Hank said that she needed more potassium, Logan gave her banana everyday to her dismay. She hated bananas ever since she was a child. Sighing she peeled it opened and took a bite, eating quickly, but trying not to choke. She finished it quickly and handed him the peel while trying to control her gag reflex.
"You okay?"
"I hate bananas!"
"I know darlin', but you gotta eat them."
"I can think of something of similar shape that I'd rather take a nibble of."
She smirked and dropped her eyes to his crotch. She heard him sigh and he reached out to lift up her chin.
"You should spend less time with Ren."
"Ren? I got that joke from Jubilee."
"Don't get me started on the firecracker. Come on; time to check on the baby."
She nodded and they walked into the room together. Hank sat patiently by the ultrasound, looking over a few notes. Logan threw her banana peel in the bin while she settled herself on the bed, lifting up her t-shirt. She winced as the cool gel touched her belly and instead focused on the screen. After fiddling around for a few moments she gasped when she saw her baby on the screen.
"She's so big!"
"You know it's a girl?" asked Hank.
Rogue blushed and shrugged.
"Lucky guess." she mumbled.
Hank nodded but there threw her a mischievous wink to show he didn't really believe her. She marvelled at the little feet and hands of her child. She reached out and took Logan's hand. She looked up at him and smiled at the way his eyes shined with proud tears. Feeling her gaze, he hastily swiped the tears away, his expression back to one of mild interest.
"Everything seems to be fine. How are you feeling?" asked Hank.
"Tired and like I never want to leave the bedroom."
"That's normal. The baby has put on more weight which is good. If you feel it's all too much, you could have a wheelchair like Ren."
"No thanks, I'll be fine."
"Alright then. Would you like a picture of the baby to show everyone?"
"Sure."
Hank nodded and turned to his laptop. Rogue smiled at the screen placing a hand on her stomach.
"Hey Amy, its mommy. I love you so much sweetheart." She whispered.
Tears came to her eyes which she quickly swiped away. Logan's hand moved to her belly, rubbing in slow circles. As Hank moved towards the printer, Logan bent down and pressed a gentle kiss on her belly.
"Hey kid. It's your dad. Don't give your mother a hard time and I'll promise to buy you a pony."
"A pony? Seriously Logan?"
"Well yeah, isn't that what girls what?"
"Please, when I was five I wanted a sword, a real one to slice things in half."
"Did you get one?"
"No, I got a dollhouse."
"Because you're a girl."
"That's not the point."
"What is the point?"
"I traded the house for a baseball bat."
"That doesn't make sense."
"Well every girly present I got afterwards, I could smash it with my baseball bat. By next Christmas I got a beautiful plastic sword."
He chuckled and placed a kiss on her forehead. Hank had finished wiping her stomach and passed her the picture. She passed it to Logan for safe keeping and pulled her top back down.
"Thanks Hank."
"Anytime my dear. Now if you excuse, if have to prepare for an appointment with Serenity."
Rogue giggled and shook her.
"Good luck Hank. You're gonna need it."
Ren pulled her legs up, her thighs very quickly touching her stomach. She sighed knowing soon she wouldn't be able to see her feet, walk or even move. With Summer she had been alone and had to book herself into a special clinic where she spent most of her pregnancy. At least this time she had family. She wasn't as irritable as everyone made her out to be. Sure she hated having to be picked up and sit around doing nothing but most of that irritation came from the fact this was not working out. She wanted Sam to know the child was his but she didn't want to lose Victor. Though she didn't want to say it out loud, she loved him. And he was willing to settle down for them and be there for her and Summer. Sighing and stretching her legs out, she growled as the door opened.
"Well, it's about bloody time."
"I was busy." Snarled Victor.
She rolled her eyes and waited as he set the wheelchair next to the bed and lifted her in. She crossed her arms and kept her face away from him. He didn't move when he set her in the chair. He leaned over her, sniffing at her neck, his nose brushing her cheek in a display of dominance.
"Would you stop breathing on me and get me to the damn doctor!"
"Say please."
"Fuck you!"
"Close enough."
He pressed a kiss to her cheek and wheeled her from the room. She closed her eyes and tried to stop the tears that threatened to fall. She leaned her head forward so that she could shield her face from everyone else. Sam's scent floated as they stepped into the elevator. She opened her eyes for a few seconds, looking into those mesmerising blue eyes. Closing her eyes quickly as the elevator descended from the second floor to the underground levels. She huffed and swiped at her eyes. She smiled as they passed Logan and Rogue, walking hand and hand towards the elevator.
Victor wheeled her into the lab and then lifted her up to place her on the bed. He pulled her dress up and then settled down next to her.
"I'm not useless, you know?"
"Right now you are."
"If you're going to be like this, just leave."
"No."
"Why?"
He turned to her and leant his face down by hers.
"Because I promised to make us work this time. Even if it kills us. I'm not wasting the second chance you gave me."
"Nothing can kill us."
"Almost nothing."
"Still, what happened to the loner who liked blood gore and lots of woman."
"People change. I feel very protective over you."
Ren's eyes widened and she started giggling.
"You've been watching Twilight with Summer, haven't you?"
"No!"
"Liar, Liar, pants on fire. God Victor, bullied by an eight year old."
"I told her no. But then the runt started crying and saying I hate her, and I don't, so I watched it with her."
"Your just sad."
"I thought you liked Twilight?"
"I like the books. The first movie provides comedy and the second… eye candy."
"Eye candy?"
"I have a thing for wolves and other feral types."
She winked at him and he chuckled, kissing her cheek. Hank came back in with cleaned equipment.
"Ready?"
"Yeah, I guess."
Hank nodded and set about putting gel on her stomach and beginning scanning. Ren relaxed and smiled when she saw the baby on screen. She looked at Victor who was frowning at the screen.
"Victor, you see that baby shape on the screen. That would be the baby."
"I know where it is. It's just… big."
"I know it is, I'm carrying it!"
"Any problems?" asked Hank.
"My ankles are swelling, my healing has to focus on healing the baby through placenta fluid and healing me from going into a coma. I'm always hungry, nobody feeds me-"
"You just had two steaks for lunch!" protested Victor.
"And I feel useless." She carried on, completely ignoring him, "I mean, everyone goes on missions and stuff but I just sit at home."
"Most of that is normal. The baby is growing so staying off your feet is good. Considering your healing factor has a lot to do, you might always feel a little hungry."
"Great." she muttered.
"Would you like to know the sex of the baby?"
"Sure."
"It's probably another girl." Muttered Victor.
"Actually no, it's a boy."
"A boy!" squealed Ren.
"Holy cow!"
Ren gritted her teeth and gripped Victor's wrist.
"Did. You. Just. Call. Me. A. Cow?"
"No, I didn't."
"Yes. You. Did."
"Now look Ren-"
She didn't wait for him to finish. She grabbed a pen that was lying on the table next to her and plunged it into his arm. He yelped and leapt back, cursing as blood spurted out. She then took some paper towel, wiped off the gel on her stomach and climbed back into her wheelchair. With a nod at Hank and a quick whisper about him printing a picture for her, she wheeled out of the room in a rage.
A/N: I do hate bananas and love the Twilight books but think the first film was more comedy than romance. Oh the mistakes they made... Mrs Doubtfire is a terrible film and cowards flame with anomynous reviews. Also shout-out to Comic-cake! Love your stories!