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When Logan returned, Marie called a "meeting" in order to discuss the rules and regulations regarding their interactions during her pregnancy. As Logan and Remy sat on her bed, they eyed each other warily before she snapped her fingers to bring their attention back up front.
"There'll be none of that in here boys...eyes up front."
They obediently and reluctantly looked at her, "What's this about, kid?"
She fidgeted a little, "We've all had a little time to get used to...our situation and I feel like we should probably set up some ground rules."
"Great...the cajun keeps his hands off of you. Nuff said...we done here?" Logan said as he stood.
"Sit!" Marie snapped.
Logan rolled his eyes and plopped back down onto the bed as she continued, "Our situation isn't very conventional, but that doesn't mean that either of you should be deprived of any of the experiences a father to be should have."
Remy smirked as Logan sputtered, "What the hell does that mean?"
Remy stared at Marie for a moment, "I think she's tellin' you that she thinks I should be able to spend a lil time with her."
"What? Why?" Logan said as he stood again, looking back and forth between Remy and Marie.
Marie put a hand on his shoulder, "This baby could be his and there are a lot of important moments he wants to be there for."
Logan snarled and glared at Remy. The bastard had one upped him...he knew he would never want to go to birthing classes, crib shopping or baby showers. Since when do the pussy whipped men start winning?
"She needs support wolf man...support your pride ain't gonna allow you to give her."
Logan narrowed his eyes, "Shut up, crawfish."
"This is another thing...the arguing has to stop. I am already tired, achey and moody...the last thing I wanna do is play referee during your sword fights. I know you're not gonna be bosom buddies, but dammit, you two better learn how to be decent to one another. Remy, you cut down on the snarkiness, and Logan...quit with the name callin'."
The two men nodded slightly as Marie clasped her hands together, "Logan, I know you're a lil territorial, but I'm gonna spend time with him. When the baby comes and we find out who the father is, we'll all have to work together to make sure he or she is always surrounded by love."
The two men inadvertently mumbled "she" in unison, causing them to shoot each other a look. It seems as though they both had an inkling that they would soon have another girl to fight over.
They were proven wrong at her ultrasound. Logan was apprehensive about going at first, but when Remy bounded into the room and excitedly asked Marie if she was ready to leave yet, Logan found himself offering to drive. Take that, French Quarter.
The doctor was a mutant and a former student of the professor. Like Marie, she had a power that was activated by touch, and also like Marie, the professor had to train her to use it properly. The way her powers differed in Marie's was that she could act as a channel, taking on other mutant's powers and temporarily bestow them to another when she touched them.
She and Marie had bonded instantly over horror stories of their previously uncontrolled powers and became fast friends as a result. Luckily, she knew about Marie's situation and didn't blink an eye when both Remy and Logan showed up at the office with her for the appointment.
On their way out, Marie pulled out her cell phone. She had promised to call Jubilee and Kitty as soon as she found out. When they answered the phone, all she said was, "blue".
Logan could imagine them springing into action like some sort of crazy lady covert ops team, ordering all sorts of frou frou baby shit to destroy some room in the mansion with for Marie's baby shower.
A few weeks later, Marie sat on the bed in front of an open catalog, trying to pick out the bedding she liked for the baby's crib. Logan had wrapped a towel around his waist and was walking back into the room after taking a shower. She tossed a catalog at him, "Come on, I need help picking out the baby's bedding."
Logan caught the catalog and raised a confused eyebrow before tossed the catalog back on the bed, "Uh...I think you got that handled, kid."
She let out an exasperated sigh, "Come on. There's a lot of super cute stuff and I'm havin' a hard time choosin'!"
Logan smirked and removed his towel. She rolled her eyes, "What are you doin'?"
He crawled onto the bed and playfully nipped at her neck before kissing it softly, "Reminding you that I'm a man."
Marie wanted to yell at him and tell him to get his head out of his ass so that he could participate in something baby related, but her overactive hormones just made her giggle and give in as he gently pushed her back on the bed and began to make love to her.
He laid soft kisses all over her body before she climbed atop him and pushed his erection inside of her. As she rolled her hips, he gripped onto her thighs and arched his back, moaning her name loudly.
When they came, she laid on her side next to him, panting and glistening with sweat. He kissed her forehead and gently caressed her body. As the afterglow of her orgasm faded, she sighed and ran a hand through her hair before getting up and walking to the bathroom for a quick shower.
He could tell something was bugging her.
When she walked out, fully dressed, he was still in the bed, naked, "Somethin' wrong, kid?"
Marie shook her head at first, but slowly sat on the bed next to him. She mustered up enough courage to look into his eyes, "I need you to do more than this."
"More than what?"
"I need you to do more than fuck me and watch sports with me. It's fun and great, but I chose you Logan...regardless of the paternity of this baby, you're gonna have to be a dad of some sort and just fuckin' and watchin' sports ain't gonna cut it. When I chose you, I chose to depend on you for everything. The sex, the love, the emotional support...and you're startin' to make me feel like you can't give me everything."
Logan lowered his head and sighed. This was all Remy's fault with his sensitivity, overly involved baby planning and empathy, "I've been there for you emotionally."
"Absolutely darlin. Durin' a crisis, you've been top notch and I love and thank you for that...but what about everyday? What about when I need you to tell me that even though I look like I've swallowed a beach ball, I'm still beautiful? What about when I've had a rough day and all I want is someone to rub my feet and curl up in front of the television to watch a chick flick...without complaining? I need everyday support during this pregnancy and I'm definitely gonna need it after the baby gets here."
Logan bit his lip and nodded, seriously considering her words.
Sleeping was proving to be more and more difficult as her pregnancy progressed. Laying on her back was no longer comfortable and sleeping on her stomach wasn't even an option. Her lower back was aching and she was starting to have heartburn every time she laid down, so she spent her nights wandering the halls or watching late night television in the den and living rooms.
She felt like punching Kitty in the face every time she mentioned how much she loved being pregnant, but she resolved herself to wait to punch Remy or Logan in the face as soon as she found out whose super sperm had done this to her. At times, she could swear that the baby was Logan's, but that was when she was cringing from powerful kicks. Every time she was with Remy, however, she felt that the baby was his, simply because of his connection to the him. He'd spent time talking to the baby, reading stories and massaging her belly and back.
Logan had touched her stomach only twice, which she secretly hated, especially since he had revealed that he had been fine with touching and talking to Itsu's belly. She figured (and hoped) it was because he was afraid of getting too attached to the baby in case it turned out to not be his.
It was the truth. He had already lost one child and he didn't want to lose another.
Logan walked in on Remy massaging Marie's lower back as she sat on the couch. She was moaning and murmuring, "Oh yea...that's it...god that's good."
Logan cleared his throat in hopes that Remy would stop pawing at her, but Marie didn't even turn around and Remy barely spared him a glance. She kept her head back as she let out another soft moan before finally speaking to him, "Sup Logan?"
He crossed his arms, "I was...ugh, do you have to keep doing that?"
Remy slowed his movements, but Marie spoke up, "Yes he does! My back is killin' me and unless you're gonna step up and do it, shush your mouth and let him keep goin'."
Logan sighed and looked around as Remy smirked at him, "S'ok if you need to keep ya reputation in tact wolf man."
Logan growled, "Move outta the way."
Marie smiled at Remy, "Thanks hon, you're a doll."
He gave her an innocent kiss on her temple and left. Logan took his place beside her on the couch and moved her hair off of her shoulder to kiss her neck before he began massaging her lower back.
Marie smiled over her shoulder at him, "You don't have to...someone can walk in at any moment."
Logan grumbled, "Shut it, kid. Enjoy your fuckin' massage."
Elsewhere...
Magneto had found even more minions to call to his following once his powers had returned...one of his followers happened to be a young doctor...a former student of his old friend, Xavier.
She stood in front of Magneto as he questioned her, "And you are sure the child will be a Class 5 mutant?"
Dr. Anderson nodded, "Absolutely. His powers may even present themselves at birth."
Magneto raised a brow, "His? It's a boy?"
Dr. Anderson noddd, "She came in for an ultrasound a couple of weeks ago...she brought those two knuckleheads with her. At least one of them is always with her...it'll be hard to separate them."
Magneto's smile was more hopeful than sinister, "I've always wanted a son..."
