A/N: New cover image! I really like the previous image (hello buff naked Logan!), but this one is what his in-story uniform looks like. It's actually a picture of Ultimate universe Wolverine.

As a child I used to dogpile Logan when he came back from wherever he went during the day, usually because I was so happy to have someone paying attention to me in a positive manner. Whenever he sat and listened to the radio I was there, usually curled up on top of him half asleep or fiddling with a coloring book. He never let me sleep in his room, but that didn't stop me from cuddling up to him elsewhere and turning him into a Logan pillow.

A lot of times, I would wake up to Logan absentmindedly fiddling with a strand of my hair. In the beginning, our relationship was kind of awkward, so I guess this was his way of showing affection towards me. It was cute if you thought about it, a big muscly guy chumming up to a little lump who really only ate his food and stole his body heat.

I remember one time, it was right after we found the cabin. I was still coming down from all those diseases I got, and was sleeping all the time. Well, one day I woke up from a bad dream, and went looking for Logan. Only, I couldn't find him. I looked through the whole cabin, and when I got outside and saw that the car was gone too, I panicked. I wandered around in the snow near the cabin for a while before passing out, and when I woke up, Logan was holding me and freaking out, trying to warm me back up. Turns out he had only left to get us more food, and had taped a note to my door explaining where he went. That's how he found out I couldn't read, and how he ended up with a clingy little shadow.

In the middle of this absentminded reminiscing, I started to wonder why I could hear a dull white noise in the back of my mind. I'm dead, I shouldn't be able to hear anything. I put it out of my head, until I felt a light caress against my cheek. And another... I opened my eyes, and the dim room came into focus as the mutton chopped offender played with a strand of my hair.

"Hello, sleepyhead."

Logan?! No, he can't be here, too! He's ten times stronger than those bastards, how could they kill him? Unless... "A...alive?"

Snorting playfully at my question, Logan leaned over and kissed my cheek before pointing to a heart monitor beside the bed. "Now what kind of question is that? I'm not gonna let a greased up scumbucket and his mad scientist boss get the better of me. Remy blew Stryker to bits, and Creed'll be licking his wounds for a month. I got shot up a little, but who cares. You're safe, alive and well. That's all that matters."

Releasing a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding (and a few tears as well), I nuzzled closer to Logan as he smoothed out my hair. When my strength gave out, I really thought I was done for. I didn't remember anything except the awful pain and Stryker's last taunt. So Remy took him out? I started to sit up and ask questions, but had zero energy to do so and plopped back down like a rock. "...I feel like I'm on empty."

"Yeah, that's why you're here in this intensive care room," Logan explained. "Your healing factor is basically overloaded, and Hank thinks you couldn't heal any better than a human with a compromised immune system." He drew my attention to my arm, which was now heavily bandaged. "Remy and I had to do a little unorthodox surgery back at the compound. That bit of adamantium Stryker put in you? It poisoned you so badly, you would have died if it didn't come out right away. Only, I couldn't get it out with my claws alone..."

"How'd you...?"

"Blame Gumbo." Logan ran his fingers along the bandage very carefully. "I couldn't cut it out, it was bonded to your bone and I don't think you can grow back what's completely gone. So Remy out of desperation put a charge into it, which somehow shocked all the adamantium molecules present in your bloodstream and ended up blowing the disc out of your arm. It even cracked me in the head on the way out."

Woah. "You mean he lit me up, the same way he did to you back when you met?"

Logan grimly shook his head in the negative, and the sour expression that came on his face frightened me into next Tuesday. "No... I didn't tell him or even Furball this, but... I actually heard your heart stop while we were trying to pry that thing out of you."

I gasped and squeezed his hand. My heart stopped? Oh no, the baby...!

"I was cursing and yelling like crazy, Remy was even starting to think I had lost control. There was blood all over the place, alarms going off, Jean was screaming in my ear for our location because she couldn't sense us... Remy was wrung out, and charged the metal without thinking. After it flew out of your arm, you spasmed for a second, and then I heard your heart start again. It was almost like the shock started you back up again."

So I did die for a moment there. ...I guess that cements it, then. I wasn't strong enough to protect myself from Stryker's torture, so I must not have been able to protect the new life I was carrying. Miscarriages are so common under normal circumstances as it is, it's not like I stood a chance of coming out of this okay. I probably would've been a terrible mother, anyway. Should I even bother telling him I was pregnant? ...Yeah, I owe him that. "Logan..."

"Charles told me there's a likelihood that you may have some lasting effects from the metal ions being in your system," he interrupted, brushing off my concerned tone with a quick kiss on the cheek. "He scanned your mind and body while you were unconscious, and believes that the combination of the metal implantation, Remy's charging, and your own unique intellect have led to the emergence of a new ability." Logan then produced an oblong white box, and placed it in my hands. "Tell me what's in there without opening it."

"Logan, I need to tell you something," I insisted, sitting the box aside. He merely repositioned me so that the box was back in my hands, repeating this silly game until I threatened to tear the damn thing open just to get it out of the way.

"Just humor me, darlin, please?" Logan made a really adorable puppy dog face, and damn it, I lost. Defeated, I looked at the box. It was small, maybe about the size of a TV remote.

"Am I just supposed to guess?" I started to wonder how I was supposed to know what was in here, when just as I began feeling up the sides of the box, I got a tingle in my fingers. It was stronger in my right hand, so I used that one to brush over the lid. I could sense something, cool and thin like metal. Suddenly I knew what was inside, almost as though I had a clear picture. "There's a spoon in here!" I mumbled in amazement.

Logan smiled and nodded, a rather goofy grin etched on his face. "Go ahead and open it."

"Okay, but how'd I know it was a spoo-" I cut my own sentence short as I opened the box and pulled out, you guessed it, a spoon. But not just a regular spoon, this was a silver baby spoon, with a little bear on the handle, and a pink and a blue ribbon tied around the neck.

"Of course, I don't know if it's a girl or boy yet, so I figured I'd use both now and we'll just take the wrong one off later."

My hands started shaking as I held the cute little spoon. He knows? But surely, after all that happened, my body couldn't possibly have protected...

"Hey." I looked up at Logan, and realized that I had teared up again. He wiped my eyes, then leaned down and held me close. "It's okay... Everything's fine. Hank checked you over as soon as we got back, the baby is still there and growing. See?"

Logan took my unbandaged hand and snaked it down beneath the covers, settling right above my pubic bone. I felt around like he suggested, and to my surprise there was a firm little bump right between the hollow of my hips. "H-how...?"

"You've been asleep for about two months," Logan answered solemnly. "Remy's the one who told me you were pregnant. He said you were looking forward to telling me yourself, but then he worried that something would happen if we didn't get you out of there as soon as possible, so I needed to know. I then told Hank out of necessity, and Charles found out because he's Charles. Oh, and Wade because the rotten bastard was eavesdropping on us."

Logan's groan after the last one made me giggle a little, causing him to raise an eyebrow. "I don't care who else knows," I clarified, "least of all Wade. I... I cared about how you would react when you found out. You always made it sound like you didn't want any kids..."

"Darlin..." Logan frowned, before leaning back in his chair and scratching his chin. "I said that? Ah hell, we live in a school surrounded by kids, they're not that bothersome to me. If I had known you wanted children sooner, we'd have two or three by now."

"You mean it?! You're not angry?"

"Angry? Psht." Logan bore a wicked toothy grin. "Our baby is gonna be the first born in the mansion, and will be ten times cuter than any demon spawn One Eye might produce. I feel sorry for Jean, she might've had nice kids with someone else, but it doesn't matter because our baby will inherit all your good looks and blow everyone else out of the water."

Logan certainly has his priorities straight, I thought as I laughed to myself. "The metal in my blood didn't hurt the baby?"

"Nope. Hank says that through a miraculous combination of X-Genes, the baby inherited both my potent healing factor and your early mutation expression. Anything that made it through the placental barriers into the baby's tissue was immediately filtered out. You should feel proud of yourself Elle, your genes kept the baby safe from harm." Logan then snickered. "It seems that you and I ended up perfecting that sick bastard's experiment without even trying."

I turned my head in disgust at Logan's joke, and he seemed to take the hint. "Sorry. Hank didn't run any further tests on the baby, only a small fluid sample to make sure it was okay and there weren't any abnormalities. We'll have to wait until birth or possibly puberty to find out if there are any other mutations, but he did say we can find out the baby's sex soon if you like?"

Snort, I don't care about that, I just want a healthy baby. "Does it matter?"

"No, not really..." Logan shrugged, then rubbed at my miniscule baby bump. "Can't deny that a boy might be fun, but then again I already have a little experience taking care of a girl. No dirty books, right?"

"Right," I answered as he tickled my sides.

"Logan..."

"Ngh..."

"LOGAN!"

"Okay, I'm up... Why are the sheets wet?"

I was three seconds away from grabbing the lamp and smashing it over his head. "Why do you THINK the sheets are wet?"

"Did you spill something?"

"NO! AUGHH!"

By now Logan was awake enough to turn his own lamp on, and had realized that a wet bed, an angry and shouting wife, and all this occurring at 3 in the morning probably only meant one thing. "Oh shit!" He jumped out of bed and made himself decent (decent in the Dictionary of Logan was defined as 'half zipped cutoff shorts that were laying beside the bed'), before picking me up and kicking the door open.

"You're gonna wake the whole damn house at this rate," I grumbled between two rather strong contractions, as Logan ran down the steps and onto the second floor. Stopping in front of Hank's door, Logan once more started kicking.

"BLUE! Get your furry ass out of bed, and get downstairs on the double! MOVE IT!"

I heard a few faint curses, very un-Hank like, before the door opened to a very annoyed Beast. "...Logan. This is the fourth time this week you've done this. I've told you before, Braxton Hicks contractions are not-"

"Hank," I interrupted him, since this time was my fault. "I woke up to ruptured membranes and I'm getting contractions every few minutes..."

As soon as I said 'ruptured membranes' (the fancy term for broken water), Hank's eyes turned to saucers. "Well, that's certainly different! Logan, take her downstairs. I'll be right there. Jean? Jean, are you listening?"

I am now, is it for real this time? I'll be right there.

Logan had succeeded in making enough ruckus, so by the time I had gotten to the actual pushing stage, Remy, Jubilee, and Rogue were already hovering outside in the hallway waiting for news. It took me ten bloody, painful hours but I got through it, and gave birth to a beautiful baby girl that we named Lilly. Logan joked about using his claws to cut the umbilical cord, but Hank threw a fit and insisted that he use sterile scissors. (He still hasn't forgotten about that blood transfusion. He'd kill Logan if he found out he was going to do another one back at the lake.)

Lilly has Logan's hair and eyes, and even though all babies are born with blue eyes, I have a feeling hers will stay that way. Remy insists she looks like me, even though they all really look alike in the beginning. Logan's reveling in all the attention the men are giving him; I didn't realize fatherhood was such a grand rite of passage. Funny thing is that he could very well have already been a father, given how long he's lived (but I like to think not). I know Logan would have liked a boy, but at least this way he doesn't have to keep his 'promise' to name the baby after Wade. (Apparently that was the price for saving us? I don't know.)

Logan makes the occasional breast joke when I'm feeding Lilly, since she took what he thinks was his, so of course I make a rather perfect Tale of Genji joke back at him. I think parenthood is going to be a nice adventure for the two of us, especially since we don't have to worry about doing it on our own. Remy's chomping at the bit to help out, and the Professor is like a parent to all of us and can guide us when we're unsure. I think the future is going to be quite exciting for our little family.

A/N: It's sort of a running gag that Elle thinks she's dead after every incident. I guess she has no faith in her own powers. :/ If you don't get that Genji joke, Deadpool actually gave you a hint several chapters ago about how to find the meaning. I included the last segment because several people wondered why I didn't include a similar scene in The Baby with the Blue Eyes. If you haven't read that one by now, you better do so.

This is a nice, happy ending for our new family, wouldn't you say? :D But what's this? There's one more movie we haven't covered... D: