A/N: Just a reminder that I won't be updating tomorrow. It's my birthday, so I'm going to be gone overnight. My inner Remy is itching to tell you my age, but I've threatened him with giving my inner Rogue a bad case of PMS, specifically mood swings, so he's not talkin'. XD

Chellerbelle: Thank you! :) Yeah, I was kinda winging it on the funeral service, since we didn't do one for my best friend's mother and it's been awhile since I've been to one. It took me forever to get it to where I wanted it to be.

roguey21: That is so sweet of you to say! I'm so ecstatic I'm doing my own Kitty Happy Dance. I hate it when I'm so busy, or I'm completely stuck on chapter ideas, like I was with these last three, that it takes me forever to update.

Team-JEdward2010: You know, I was seriously considering doing that, then decided against it. Hang on though, you never know when it might be....hehehehe. ;)

Kii: Sorry 'bout that, but I didn't want to use one of the X-Men. I mean, if it were Tabby, then there really wouldn't be anything much. Heck, they'd probably throw a party...lol! XD Thanks again for the wishes.

Early in the morning, two days later, Remy checks to be sure that Rogue is sleeping soundly and strokes her cheek. He carefully gets out of bed, making sure not to disturb her. She doesn't get enough sleep as it is, since it is difficult for her to get comfortable these days. He slips on his clothes and stealthily makes his way out the door. He drives into the city, specifically the cemetery. Finding the correct plot, he bows his head, letting the tears fall. He tenderly caresses the stone (A/N: Since most of New Orleans is below sea- level, most graves are above-ground. I forgot that small fact in the last chap.), then lays his head in his arms, giving release to the pent-up emotions roiling inside. "Why y', Pere? Why was it y'? Y' were s'pposed t' be aroun' f'r birt'days an' 'olidays f'r years t' come! Why'd y' 'ave t' leave us?" He shouts angrily, his fists striking his father's resting place. "Y were s'pposed t' see y'r gran'bebes grow up an' be 'ere w'en Renoir an' Rhett fin'ly started deir familles. We still need y'!" Remy sinks down to his knees, his hands sliding down the cool surface. "Pere...why'd y' leave me?" he whispers brokenly.

The sound of clapping is heard. Remy turns around to see Julien leaning on the wrought iron fence applauding him with a sarcastic smirk. "Bravo! Dat's deservin' o' a Academy Award."

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Rogue turns over and slowly opens her eyes, only to find Remy has already awakened. She rises heavily, encumbered with the precious burden of their child. After showering and dressing, she carefully makes her way downstairs where she finds everyone else, save her husband. "Where's Remy?"

"Don' know, chile. Noticed y'r car is gone t'ough." Tante answers unconcerned.

"Where would he have gone?" Rogue asks, worry beginning to color her voice.

"'E prob'ly jus' wen' somew'ere t' t'ink." Renoir comes up behind her, squeezing her shoulder gently.

"Yeah, maybe." she replies softly.

"Come sit an' eat, Rogue." Tante offers.

"I'm not really hungry, Tante."

"Y' gotta eat, chile. De bebe needs it." Tante argues, then her expression changes to one of concern when she sees Rogue wince slightly. "Contraction?" she asks, watching Rogue intently.

At Rogue's nod, she springs into action. "Keira, go put some ol' sheets on deir bed an' get plenty o' towels. Fait', chile I 'ave a few t'ings in m' room. I 'ad a feelin' dis bebe mig't make its appearance befo' dey wen' 'ome. De t'ings are in m' top drawer t' de lef'. Rhett, y' take m' car an' go look f'r Remy. Go nort'. Renoir, y' go sout'. Petit, we goin' t' keep track o' dose contractions an' we goin' t' bring de bebe int' de worl', such as it is."

"I wan' Remy!" she cries out as another contraction comes.

"Dey'll fin' 'im petit." Tante soothes.

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"W'at're y' doin' 'ere, Julien?" Remy growls furiously.

"Can' an homme pay 'is respects t' de 'dearly departed'?" Julien sneers with a mock bow.

"Sure, but ot'er dan me, I don' see one." Remy shoots back sardonically.

"Ooh, bon one, LeBeau! Y' got me righ' 'ere wit' dat one." Julien places a hand on his chest dramatically.

"Nev'r knew y' 'ad one, Boudreaux." Remy retorts spitefully. "Now, w'at d' y' wan' 'ere?"

"Would y' b'lieve me if I tol' y' I was jus' passin' t'rough?" Julien answers scornfully.

"Kinda 'ard t' b'lieve, since y' live ov'r in de ot'er direction." Remy points out.

"True 'nough. Y' see, I've come t' finish w'at I started in dat ware'ouse. I over'eard Belle tellin' Pere 'bout y' comin' down' t' see y'rs, only t' 'ave 'im die on y'." Julien callously states. "Been followin' y' since de funeral. Be a shame dat de new bebe will nev'r know its pere." Julien's eyes take on an ominous glow.

"Only if y' can actually manage t' kill me dis time, idiotte." Remy rolls his eyes and smirks as he waits for Julien's next move. He doesn't have to wait long as Julien roars and charges at him. Remy easily sidesteps the attack. "Y' got' t' do bett'r dan dat!" he teases mirthfully. After a few more unsuccessful charges, Julien anticipates Remy's sidestep and rams directly into him, knocking him, winded, to the ground. Julien straddles him and begins pummeling his face, talking the whole time. "'M glad y' an' Belle didn' marry. Y' don' deserve 'er! Y' always were a fou chien. Y' always t'ought y' were God's gift t' de femmes, struttin' aroun' wit' de ponytail an' de demon eyes. I'll get de las' laugh, t'ough. Oui, I will. Not only will I get de extreme pleasure o' killin' y', but also de deligh' o' knowin' I killed y'r pere t'!" An evil laugh is heard from the crazy man as he regards Remy for a moment.

Remy's eyes glow an intense red as he bellows and throws Julien off. He violently strides toward the Ripper and grabs him by the shirt front. "Y' de driver in de 'it an' run!" he grinds out with clenched teeth. At Julien's nod and demonic grin, Remy puts him down, none too gently and delivers a savage blow to his gut. As Julien is doubled over, Remy shoves him over and sits on him. "Y' de one who murdered m' pere!" he cries savagely and begins raining blows all over Julien's body. "I should kill y' m'self, y' dirty, no-good 'eartless son-o'-a-putain!" He continues beating Julien until he feels a hand on his shoulder.

"Remy, stop." Belle stoops down and looks at him understandingly. "I 'eard w'at 'e said. Pere an' I also foun' de car Julien was drivin' dat nigh'. We saw de blood an' de dent in de fron' fender. 'E did it purposely, Remy." Belle regards her unconscious brother for a moment with disdain.

"Belle, 'e murdered m' pere. Now 'm goin' t' do de same t' 'im." He states indignantly.

"Non, Remy! T'ough y' would be justified," she shoots a black look at Julien. "it wouldn' make y' any bett'r dan 'im." she gestures toward the other man. "Y' let Pere an' me take care o' 'im. De Rippers will try 'im an' will deliv'r 'is punishment. We'll make sure it's severe enoug' t' match de nature o' de crime. Exile will be suggested an' will prob'ly end up bein' de choice."

"Belle, I 'preciate w'at y'r tryin' t' do, but-"

"Den let us do it our way, Remy. If I did allow y' to kill 'im, w'at would Rogue t'ink o' y'?" Belle inquires seriously.

He ponders this question. "She wouldn' like dat I did it. I t'ink she would understan' why..."

"But she would always know dat y' murdered a man." Belle finishes.

"Oui." Remy hangs his head, the severity of what he has almost done weighing on him. He looks up and asks "Why would 'e wan' t' see m' pere dead?"

"Remy, 'e nev'r liked Jean-Luc. Always t'ought 'e was t' lenient a leader. Dat 'e was weak. Den dere was y'. 'E was always jealous o' de bon relationship y' 'ad wit' y'r pere. Julien an' our pere nev'r saw eye-t'-eye on anyt'in'. Pere was constantly tellin' 'im dat 'e needed t' be more serious 'bout gettin' t' know de people 'e would be leadin' someday. Julien jus' wanted t' be boss. 'E couldn' be bot'ered wit' knowin' who 'e would be workin' wit'."

Remy nods in understanding. "'Ow y' goin' t' get 'im back t' y' 'eadquarters?"

"Y' let me worry 'bout dat." Belle smiles and beckons to someone behind her. Andre saunters up, claps Remy on the shoulder and picks up Julien, slinging him over his shoulder roughly. A short bark of laughter escapes from Remy as he watches them leave. He imparts one last loving glance at the grave and makes it to the entrance, when he is intercepted. Rhett jumps out of the car, breathless. He grabs Remy by the lapels of his coat. "Rogue....bebe...labor..." he breathes heavily. Remy gasps sharply and hurries to his car, driving home as fast as he dares to go.

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"Where...is...he?" Rogue asks as she breathes.

"We almos' dere, Petit." Tante informs her. She lays a practiced hand on her stomach. "De bebe's movin' down, s' it won' be much longer.

Rogue takes a sharp breath as her water breaks.

"Bon! We been waitin' f'r dat." Tante pats her knee.

"Laba seems ta be goin' fasta than las' time." Rogue gets out between contractions.

"Usually does. De firs' birt' no'mally takes de longes'." Tante tells her.

"That's good, but I wan' Remy here ta see it." Rogue pants.

Remy throws open the front door and rushes in just as Rogue yells, in the throes of another contraction.

"Get ready t' push." Tante instructs as Remy runs into their room and takes his place, grabbing Rogue's hand and beginning to coach her.

"Alrig' girl...push!" Tante orders..

Rogue complies and bears down, squeezing Remy's hand.

"Bon...Bon. Get ready t' do it again....now!

"Y' doin' tres bon, mon amour." Remy coaches as she pushes.

Several minutes pass. "Jus' one more, Petit." Tante commands.

Rogue obeys and after a moment, a hearty cry fills the room.

"Looks like y' 'ave y'self anot'er fils!" Tante pronounces happily lays him on Rogue's chest.

"Oh Rems, anotha boy!" Rogue smiles as she gazes at the baby through her tears.

Remy looks over their son wonderingly. He reaches out a finger and strokes the boy's hair.

"Y' did it again, cherie. 'E's a beau fils." he pronounces.

Rogue gives him a loving look and places their son in his arms. "What took ya so long ta get here, Rems? Where were ya?" she queries softly.

"Wen' t' de cemetery t' say goodbye."

"But for four hours?"

"Ran int' Julien. 'E was de one who killed Pere in dat 'acciden''. 'E was goin' t' kill me, t'." he mumbles, looking away.

She takes his face in her hands and turns it back to her. "I'm so sorry ta hear that. I'm surprised ya didn' kill him yaself."

He looks at her sadly. "Almos' did. Would've if Belle 'adn've stopped me."

"Good thang she did." she asserts. "Ya are nowhere near tha lowlife he is. Ya would've brought yaself down ta his level if ya had gone through with it. Ya jus' proved ta be tha bigga man, Rems."

"T'ank y', mon precieux. Needed t' 'ear dat. Don' know w'at I'd do wit'out y' an' I don' inten' t' fin' out."

"So what happens ta tha scumbag now?" Rogue asks with a wicked glint.

"Seems dat Belle an' Marius, 'er pere, foun' de car 'e was drivin' dat nigh', provin' 'e did it. Dey will try 'im an' prob'ly exile 'im."

"That's pretty harsh, but greatly deserved." Rogue states decisively, as she takes the tiny boy back for his first feeding.

"Oui. Personally, I'd like t' put 'im up befo' a firin' squad." Remy suggests.

"Hmm...severe, but effective." Rogue answers with a trace of humor.

"Could also 'ave 'im drawn an' quartered, boiled in oil...jump in any time, cherie." Remy jokes.

Rogue chuckles lightly, trying to stay as still as she can for the baby.

The next day, Belle answers her door to find a box of Godiva chocolates with a note and a birth announcement.

Belle,

Thank you for keeping Remy from doing something incredibly stupid.

You're a good friend to both of us.

You and your family are invited to come visit us in New York.

Let us know when, and we will meet you.

Rogue and Remy

Several days later, Rogue and Remy arrive at the Institute, where everyone is gathered to meet the newest resident, named Colton Jeremiah LeBeau, or C.J. for short. The foyer is filled with blue and white balloons and mylar ones with "It's a Boy!" emblazoned on them. They head directly down to the med-bay, Hank insisting on examining both mother and son.

"I hear you've encountered quite an adventure while you were down there." Beast idly remarks.

"Don' we always, mon ami?" Remy drily responds.

"I suppose you are quite correct." Beast answers with a chuckle. "My dear, you have remarkably recovered completely. Your advanced healing properties have done wonders. You don't even possess any stretch marks. I'm certain that you will be the envy of every woman who does not have that particular ability. Little C.J. is perfectly healthy as well. Your Tante Mattie called me with the birth information. He was born at 7 lbs. 10 ½ oz. and he has gained another ounce since then. Remy, you are free to take them home."

"T'anks Hank" He stands and shakes Beast's hand.

"Anytime, my friend."

In the apartment, they lay C.J. in the crib and walk into their living room, hand-in-hand. As they attempt to sit down, there is a knock at the door. Remy answers it to find Jean holding a hand of each twin. "Daddy!" they shout and run into his arms. He takes one in each arm. "'Ey! Did y' miss me an' y'r mere?" He asks. In answer, four little arms wrap around his neck. He pretends to choke, causing them to laugh. "C'mon in, Jean. We jus' got de petit t' sleep."

At Rogue's beckoning, Jean walks in and sits in one of the overstuffed chairs.

"Did ya fin' out anymore 'bout who was leavin' all tha stuff out for tha twins ta get inta?" Rogue asks.

"Yes, I did. I set a trap, of sorts, and waited. It was Alexis."

"You're kidding!" Rogue replies, astonished.

"No, I'm not."

"Why would she do that?"

"Just fer funsies." Alexis answers from the open doorway. "An' ta give ol' one-eye a complex. Glad ta see it worked. Ya make too much noise." she states, gesturing to the open door. "Amazin' what people will hear if ya leave these open." She saunters away, whistling.

"Good t'in' we weren' doin' anyt'in'." Remy remarks suggestively with a smoldering look at Rogue, who blushes and tilts her head toward Jean. Jean is still sitting there, feigning an innocent expression. Rogue buries her face in her hands while Jean laughs.

"Good to be home, isn't it, Rogue?" she teases.

A/N: Okay...before anyone says anything, I know that in several of the things I've read, he does kill Julien. Just thought I'd point that out. :) I didn't want to put that in, so I didn't.