Logan twirled a paper plate on his finger absently. He and Marcy were seated on the kitchen's tiled floor, while their older sister sat at the table with his girlfriend. His back rested against his Gina's legs, completely comfortable but a tiny bit unsettled by all the adorable rabbit paraphernalia strewn about the apartment.

Wrinkling his nose, he declared, "There are too many goddamn bunnies in this place."

"I still say you should have gone with the Watership Down theme." Gina piped in disapprovingly.

Carmen chuckled beside her.

"You're a fucking monster." Marcy growled at the blonde girl as she tried to pry a bunny eared straw out of Joshua's pudgy little hand. Her blue eyes whipped over Logan's and widened with fury. "And stop eating those!"

Logan glared defiantly at her and shoved another cake pop in his over-stuffed mouth. "Mahkay me." Swallowing thickly, he told her to "stop being such a fucking communist" and pulled out his cellphone. Zooming in on their nephew, he cooed, "Look at the camera, Joshie. Joshie. Josh. Josh. Joshua!"

The sixteen month old paid his uncle no mind. Instead, he grinned up at Marcy and continued to pull on the straw. His aunt smirked and tugged it back, growling softly in the back of her throat. Her older sister, Carmen, looked on fondly. It was rare she got to see her siblings, much less in the same room, and was relishing in their bickering. Sipping at her water, she asked why it was Gina got to meet Marcy's new boyfriend before either of them- while batting her blue eyes innocently, of course.

"I bet it's because he's old," Logan guessed, not bothering to look up from the camera he had pointed at Josh. Frowning, he snapped, "Joshua! Obey your elder!"

"He's not that old." Marcy and Gina chimed in union. The brunette scowled at her brother, "Stop with the camera! You're stealing what little soul he has!"

"You get your picture taken all the time!"

Marcy grinned crookedly at him. "Yeah and look how I turned out."

Logan merely shifted away from her when she reached for the phone. While the brunette growled in frustration and tried to snatch the phone out of her young brother's hands, Gina carried on. "I mean, he's older, but not like, Sam-old."

"It's really fucked up that we have to use him as an old standard." Logan quickly pulled Joshua into his lap.

Carmen frowned at that. "Are you using my son as a human shield?"

Realizing that the women folk were judging him, Logan's gaze darted around the room. "Uh…no? I thought we were talking about Marcy's new beau?"

"He's hot." Gina told him with a wicked smirk. Her nimble fingers never pausing from curling some pink ribbon, she continued, "And nice."

Carmen eyed the younger girl skeptically. "I thought you barely spoke to him."

The blonde smiled brightly. "He told me to look after Marcy."

"That doesn't make him nice," The woman replied with a frown. "That makes him controlling."

Marcy rolled her eyes. "He's not controlling. Or nice." Her brows knitted together and when Joshua reached for her with grabby hands, she took him from her brother. "He's kind of a prick, actually."

"Then why are you dating him?"

"I'm not dating him, we're sleeping together." The werewolf clarified as she reached over and snatched the cakepop from Logan's hand. Her brother glared at her, but his expression softened when she gave it to their nephew. As Joshua gnawed on it with the few teeth he had, Marcy went on absently. "And kind of living together."

"I thought you'd only been dating a few weeks?" Gina asked curiously. When Logan slipped into the chair beside her, the two shared a brief kiss.

Marcy and Carmen rolled their eyes at their flirtation, but smiled to themselves afterward. After four years of dating, Logan and Gina were just as sickeningly affectionate as they had been when they were teenagers and the couple seemed to have no intention of slowing done.

Resting her head on top of her nephew's, the werewolf ignored Gina's question in favor of her own. She looked to her older sister curiously. "What's the rush to go out and get knocked up again?"

Carmen shrugged. "I dunno. It's just time, ya know? Besides, I always wanted a couple kids and I don't want them to be too far apart age wise."

"Understandable." Marcy nodded, inadvertently making Josh nod as well. He didn't seem to mind. "Are you using the same donor?"

"Yep." Carmen smirked. "Good ol'e 368A of the San Diego clinic."

Marcy nodded and nuzzled her brow against the toddler's as he reached up to grab her hair. Cooing at him, she directed her question to his mother, "And who's gonna watch this little dude while you get inseminated?"

"You are."

The werewolf pulled back from Joshua with an arched brow. "I am?"

"Mhm." Carmen batted her lashes innocently, "Unless, of course, Derek doesn't like kids."

Regretting ever giving Peter that name, Marcy rolled her eyes. "I have exams."

"It'll only be overnight. I'll be back by ten on Tuesday, I promise."

The Omega grumbled under her breath, but nodded. "Fine."

"Don't act like you're not totally excited about it," Carmen grinned, flashing straight white teeth. She stood; straightening the black blazer she wore and scooped her son out of her sister's lap. Blowing a raspberry on his chubby belly, she ignored his shrieks of laughter and cries of "No, Mama!"

Eventually, after many hours of bickering and laughter from the siblings (and Gina, who was an honorary sibling and basically an in-law), the adults arrived. Their father, Damien, was the first to show up and greeted them with tight hugs. Logan was first, then Gina, then Marcy and finally Carmen.

He rocked Carmen back and forth erratically, his long blonde hair swaying slightly as he sighed. "My baby's having a baby."

His eldest daughter blushed, the color fierce on her pale cheeks. "Dad. I'm 31 years old."

Damien frowned, pulling back to take her by the shoulders. "So? You'll always be my baby. So…shut up and someone hand me a baby before I lose my shit."

Gina passed him Joshua and the man crowed in delight at the sight of him. "Look how big you are!" He bounced the toddler on his hip and smiled proudly at him, "You're like a brick house, babe, look at you."

After him came their mother, Audrey, with Vera, Clayton's wife. The women were equally as excited about the prospect of another child to spoil and quickly swarmed Carmen. They cooed over her and wished her the best before moving on to greet the others.

Audrey swept her younger daughter up in a hug whilst Vera teased Logan's choice to grow out his hair behind them. Smiling tightly at Marcy, she brushed some of the dark brown hair from the young woman's eyes. "We missed you at Easter."

"I'm sure Victor will get over it," Marcy replied tightly.

Her mother was tall and slender with a beautiful face that carried a weight to it whenever around her younger daughter- at least as of late. The werewolf wasn't sure when she started to notice it, the hard lines or the somewhat forced sentiments, but refused to let it bother her. It wasn't that they didn't get along; they had just grown apart since Marcy had gotten the bite and become more independent.

At the mention of her husband, Audrey rolled her eyes. "Fine. I missed you. Whatever." Her smile more genuine, she teased, "I hear you've got yourself a little boyfriend…this one isn't my age, is he?"

"No. No he's not." A wicked grin crossed her daughter's lips, "I've moved on to richer and older men, mother."

The elder woman's smile fell. Marcy had always been the more closed off of her children, a bit more shy and meek than her siblings, but in the last year there had been a dramatic change in her personality. No longer soft spoken, the middle child was now outspoken and brash, sometimes to the point of cruelty. Audrey didn't totally understand the change, wasn't exactly sure if she liked it or not; this new daughter who let her words hurt and bit back, even when no harm had been intended. It was startling and scary, but Audrey didn't fault her for it. She caressed Marcy's cheek a moment before stepping away to greet her son.

Vera quickly took the slender brunette's place. Her dark skin was impeccable despite her old age, with only a few crow's feet and laugh lines to be found, and neither detracted from her appearance. If anything, they added character. Vera Jones-Clayton had a warm face and dancing brown eyes that made it incredibly easy to see why Clayton was so in love with her after all the years they had been together (even if she did fall second to his car). A wide smile, considerably more natural than her mother's, stretched over her lips. "Hello, sweetie!"

They two hugged and when Marcy pulled back, she was grinning. "Hey, V. How've you been?"

"I swear to god, Mars, that man falls more and more in love with that damn car every day!"

The two shared a laugh before Vera pulled her into another hug. Voice soft and meant only for her, the elderly woman told her, "I was so sorry to hear about your beau, darlin'."

Marcy tightened her arms slightly around her, careful not to use any of her inhumane strength. "Thanks."

As the night wore on, the family shared stories of the various births throughout the family and the difficulties of raising a child and how much of a dick Clayton was for not showing up because he didn't want to hear about the episiotomy Audrey went through for Carmen (nor did he want to see any pictures). Damien proclaimed him to be 'a bit of a bitch when it came to pain' and Vera whole heartedly agreed.

"I mean, I love him," the woman replied, cradling Joshua. He was slumped, sound asleep against her chest, her hands holding him with the utmost care. "But my god, I got a paper cut one time and he cried for me. With actual tears."

"That's so cute!" Gina chirped as she bit into a cake pop.

"It is not cute." Vera told her, features uncharacteristically tight. "We were in the middle of a goddamn Walmart."

The group cackled, waking the toddler and earning a mew of frustration from him. Carmen sighed and stood, checking her watch with a huff. "It's getting late. We should probably head back to the hotel."

"Yeah," Damien agreed with a sigh. "My flight leaves in two hours. I should probably check in."

The others murmured their agreements, and the family went about saying their goodbyes. Except Logan and Gina, who refused to be moved from their spot on the couch. Marcy glared at them. "Get the fuck out of my house."

Logan stuck his tongue out at her.

"No seriously," The woman left the room and returned with her shoes in hand. "I'll have to squeeze in some lab work if I'm going to be taking Tuesday off. Get the fuck out of my house."

After a few moments of bickering (that ended with a promise of brunch and maybe an introduction to Peter aka Derek), Marcy finally got her little brother and his lady love the fuck out of her apartment. With her jacket shrugged on and her cell phone beeping incessantly (in the company of her family, she hadn't had time to slip away for her cyclic Wolfsbane dosage), the young woman slipped into the night. A smirk pulled at her lips as she crossed the courtyard, remembering the night Peter had chased her through it with what wasn't fondness, but perhaps a hint of bitter amusement. A lot had changed for her and quite honestly between the two of them, in the year since their…meeting. If it could be called that; his vicious assault on her may have been a more accurate wording.

Flipping her dark hair over her shoulder, Marcy pulled out her key ring and unlocked the door to the science wing. It had been rather easy to acquire, she only needed to ask and the Professor had handed it over. A copy had been made and she had taken to visiting the campus in the dead of night when sleep alluded her, or worse, nightmares kept her awake.

She slipped inside, not noticing the hand that reached out to stop the door from slamming shut. The Omega moved soundlessly through the hall. It wasn't until she reached the threshold of the lab that she realized something wasn't right.

Marcy turned to find two young men, near identical in appearance, smiling at her. The taller one smiled, flashing white teeth as he cast a smug leer over her form. It was the other who spoke, his gaze sharp but not as obscene. "Haven't you heard? It's not safe to be out all by yourself."