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A/N: Thanks for the reviews! I'm glad you liked the last chapters and the addition of little Laura.

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CHAPTER 50

"Umm, chica, should we worry that Wolvie goes with Laura and a shovel into the woods?"

"Alone?" Kitty added and John noticed the rope he had slung over his shoulder. "And with a rope?"

Marie approached the window and looked out, seeing her mate and daughter vanish into the woods surrounding the mansion. "It's weird, but Ah would worry if there would be Bobby or John with him instead of Laura." She saw the two boys trade worried gazes. 'What is he up to now?'

'Not sure, Kid, but I believe you'll find out soon.' Her inner Logan answered chuckling.

Marie frowned. 'What do ya know?'

'Not tellin'.'

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About five hours later the two returned to the mansion, Marie and a few noisy onlookers awaiting them in the foyer. "Had fun out there with daddy, sweetie?"

The girl looked up to the feral, sharing a gaze and giggled like mad, her hands, pants and shoes dirty with soil. "Secret!" The toddler screamed and began to race around the foyer until her father captured her around the waist, lifting her up.

"Not so fast, kiddo, you gonna take a bath now."

Marie watched the two, her hands on her hips. "Ya ain't gonna tell me what ya did out there?"

Logan smirked evilly, pushing the shovel into the hands of a boy standing next to him. "You'll see it for yourself the day after tomorrow." He went up the stairs, a lot of students watching. "Now move your a- butt, Rogue, and help me get her outta that mud!"

Marie narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms about her chest. "Ya got her dirty, then clean her up!" The brunette turned around and stomped away.

Two days later:

"That fucking bastard!" Marie cursed, trying to bend upwards for the nth time and reach for the rope around her ankle. "Watch your step, Kid! He said! Tsk! When Ah get down here, he'll do diaper duty till Becca is in kindergarten!" Her back ached and she had to let herself fall back again, swinging slightly headfirst under a giant oak tree, while she heard her classmates share her opinion about Logan's newest training methods.

A few feet away the loathed feral stood on a little hill with his youngest daughter in his arms – gargling happily - and his oldest stood next to him, laughing hysterically as they watched Kitty and John help another teammate out of a deep hole – unsuccessfully.

"Boy, you should think about a diet, Carrie!" Shadowcat groaned under the weight of the other girl.

"Come again! I'm not fat!" The girl shouted just as the living pyramid crumbled and the teenagers ended up in a heap again. "Ouch! If you weren't so small, Kitty, you could try!"

Logan took Laura by the hand and walked down to the edge of the trap. "If you come out there till dusk, you'll resume the training from the beginning."

John looked up, hopeful that the training would end after sundown – a few weeks before Wolverine made him, Bobby and three others practice till midnight. "And what is if we take longer?"

Logan shrugged. "Then you'll either have shredded each other to pieces or you'll freeze to death down there." He smirked evilly. "Forecast said somethin' 'bout freezing tonight." He walked away casually talking to his daughters. "Too bad, Half-Pint was a decent baby-sitter." He then heard Kitty fearfully call his name. 'Gonna have to tell Summers to bring a ladder…'

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On his way out of the woods he had freed a very pissed Rogue, who had immediately showed him the cold shoulder. She had walked a few feet in front of him with Becca on her arm and Laura holding her hand, happily telling her mother about the funny traps.

Now a shower later the brunette still refused to say a word to him, but at least he was able to coax her into a massage. Marie lay only in her pj's pants on her mate's bed on her belly, her head placed on her crossed arms and she tried to not let his amazingly skilled fingertips caress her anger on him out of her system.

Logan added a few cool drops of scentless oil onto her shoulder blades, the liquid flowing down her spine caused a few goose bumps to make their appearance on her pale and creamy skin. Touch was still something sacred for her, even after a year of hugs and hand-shakes. Logan knew how to make her feel good with just a tiny brush of his bare finger over her soft cheek or over her palm. A simple innocent touch meant so much more to his southern belle.

"C'mon, baby. Talk to me." He purred, his hands massaging the stiff muscles in her lower back. He had to smile about her attempts to bite down her moans of pleasure and keep that scowl on her beautiful features intact.

His caress wandered back up to her shoulders. "You know in a real battle, the enemy will play dirty. And infiltrating a lab isn't easy with all that high-tech surveillance and hidden traps. In comparison with them, mine are child's play."

She huffed annoyed, knowing he was right and just wanted the best possible training for her and the other students when it came down to a real conflict. "Still it ain't funny!" Her eyes snapped open. "And ya could have saved that 'How is the view up there?'!" After a beat she added, fire flaring in her chocolate orbs. "Ya can take and shove those comments up your ass!" Marie growled, but made no effort to leave her position under his touch.

Logan tenderly wiped a white lock from her neck and leaned forward, aware of her eyes on him. "I'm sorry, Marie." He whispered into her ear, before closing the inch between his lips and the tender skin behind her ear. He began to trail butterfly kisses down her neck and she slowly closed her eyes. At the crook of her neck, he concentrated his licking and sucking to an especially tender spot, grazing her porcelain skin with his teeth.

When he was finished with his love bite, he placed a chaste kiss to her now gently smiling lips. "You still mad at me?"

"Yep." She said seriously, her eyes still closed. After a moment – his kneading of her shoulders resumed – she opened her eyes and looked at his concerned features. "But Ah love ya, sugah. This ain't a school girl's crush, but the real thing." A smiled formed on her pink lips. "So stop worrying and wipe that scowl from your face." Marie watched the crease on his forehead disappear and she closed her eyes contently. Suddenly his hot breath tickled over her cheek and a soft but love-filled kiss caressed her lips.

"I love you, too, darlin'."

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Logan's keen ears had caught on his older daughter's crying coming from the floor beyond and he swiftly pressed Becca into the next person's hands crossing his way and able to have an eye on his precious girl – Scott.

"She needs a new diaper, Boy Scout!"

"What?" He stared after the feral, who was already down the hallway. "Why me?" His gaze switched slowly to the cooing little girl, which he didn't hold to close to his body – in case of a leak or the stench rubbing off. "She seems content with her dirty diaper." He muttered but forgot the keen ears of the girl's father.

Sknit! The Canadian whirled around and lifted his sharp claws. "When I return I don't wanna find anything in her panties, if I do, then YOU will find NOTHING in yours!"

Scott swallowed and eyed the child. Up until now he was only allowed to hold her twice and that only under the watchful eyes of a reluctant Wolverine and just for a moment. "That will be fun." He said with a sigh and pushed the door to his and Jean's room open. He opened the diaper bag and fished a towel out, placing it onto the foot of the bed and the baby on top.

While he retrieved a diaper, tissues and powder, Becca was already crawling on the bed and climbed onto the nightstand. "This can't be so hard. After all your Da-" He looked up and the words stuck in his throat as he saw the infant sit on his digital clock and her tiny chubby hands reach for the second/ unused socket. "BECCA!" Scott dashed forward and tripped over the diaper bag, startling the baby and making her sway dangerously. "Shit!"

The mutant staggered to his feet just in time to catch the child, before she could fall backwards from the nightstand. "Jesus!" He breathed a sigh of relief, sitting onto the bed. "Don't do this again! Your Dad's gonna kill me if you have as much as a scratch."

The girl clapped her hands and laughed while Scott wrinkled his nose. "You need to get changed." He placed her back onto the towel and opened the green romper suit and then the diaper… "Gawd!" Scott was about to throw the smelly item into the trash, but Becca was already on her belly and he quickly grapped her, placing the re-opening diaper next to the 'readjusted' child. "Please stay here, Becca!" She only giggled and waved her fists, chewing on the paper tissue she had found on her escape attempt.

"Oh, no!" The man leaned closer and carefully opened her fist and then put his index-finger into her mouth, fishing for tissue rests. Becca gargled and reached for his sunglasses, pulling them from his eyes. "Shit!" In the last second Scott managed to press his eyes closed, saving the girl from his deadly laser.

His heart beat violently in his chest and he was glad to hear the baby coo and laugh. His eyes still closed he felt around for his glasses: cotton towel, silk bed sheet, a gooey and warm mass… 'What could thi-' "Eww!" He withdrew his hand like he was burned, holding the with poop smeared hand as far away as possible while searching with the other hand for his glasses, evading the area with the dirty diaper. "Damnit!" He felt something move on the mattress, fearing that the baby was fleeing again. "C'mon, where the heck are you?"

When his fingertips stroked over glass, he quickly put his glasses on and opening his eyes, he saw Becca sitting in the middle of the bed in a white cloud, whipping her butt at the red bed-sheets and dispersing the baby powder all over herself and the bed, sneezing and licking the white substance from her fist. "Oh, shit! Don't do that, Becca!"

Meanwhile in the library…

"Baka!" Michiru cried and ripped a paper out of Laura's hands, Kitty looking back and forth between the arguing kids – no baby-sitting Laura in the library again…

"Iee!" The toddler jumped up reaching for the sheet. "Watashi wa anata o riyou shite imasu!"

Logan had pushed through the crowd and stared at the two girls screaming at each other in Japanese. The other students looked at each other in panic, fearing that Wolverine would put one of his threats into reality and punish the young Japanese for upsetting his daughter. Two sprinted immediately away, looking for Storm or the professor, while Kitty retreated to the back of the crowd and out of the line of fire.

"WTF is goin' on here!" Logan barked and tore the object in question from the Asian's hands.

"Daddy, my picture!" Laura squealed in Japanese and turned to her father, positive that she would get her drawing back from him.

The gruff feral shot Michiru one of his most terrifying glares, making her hush before a single word could leave her mouth. He ignored his daughter's hurly-burly of explanation that was the only noise in the awkwardly silent library and inspected the mathematic equations over-painted by something he guessed should be a green hamster. His cold eyes suddenly centered on his clone and the girl quieted at once.

His dark eyes switched to the other girl. "Is this your paper?"

Michiru took a step back, but nodded. "Yes. My homework, Mr. Logan." She better didn't mention that it was for Mr. Summers' class, everybody knew the two men didn't like each other much.

His gaze returned to the toddler, who finally grasped that her father wouldn't give her the picture back. "Did you ask for permission to use her paper, Laura?" He saw her contemplate her answer and snarled. "Kit, remember what Rogue told you 'bout lies! And don't forget I can smell them!" Logan warned, his voice dangerously low.

She looked down and shuffled her feet nervously. "No, sir." When he remained quiet the girl looked up into his unreadable features, smiling sweetly. "I drawed it for you, Daddy!" Maybe this would make him happy and he would pin it to her other pictures on Rogue's wardrobe door?

The feral was angry with the child. This wasn't the first incident of this kind, but his Marie usually gave in and left the paper to their crying daughter, beginning her homework anew. A growl rumbled from his throat, driving the girl's smile away. "Laura, this is not your paper! You can't draw on someone else's things!" The toddler stomped her feet and began to ran away, but Logan caught her arm and held the struggling girl in place.

"Let goooo!"

"Laura! Would you like Michiru to write in your coloring book?" He let go of her arm and picked up her book from the floor next to her crayons.

Laura's eyes widened and she immediately ran towards her father jumping up, tears rolling down her cheeks. "Noooo! My book!" Jumping again, but not reaching her book. "Daddy, nooo!"

The feral arched his brow, his heart aching at the sight of his distressed girl and lowered his hand, holding her book in front of her. "Fine, kit. You don't want anyone to damage your stuff and the others don't want you to damage theirs." His jaw was tensed and his glare dark – almost like the times he reprimanded one of his students – showing everyone he was serious. "You'll ask for permission to use someone else's things. And 'no' means 'no', Laura!"

The girl swallowed, a little scared about the change of her beloved father. She had crossed a line, she had better kept her distance to. "Yes, sir." She nodded.

"Next time, I'll tear every page from your book and hand them out to the other kids to write on, got it?" Wolverine growled and handed the book back to his daughter.

The toddler sniffed, she didn't dare to break the eye contact with the man before her. "Got it, sir."

With a final growl Logan turned to the little Asian and offered her the now crumbled homework, pushing his clone in front of him, facing the other girl. "Now, apology to Michiru."

Laura pressed her coloring book tightly to her chest, looking up to the older girl, who was still angry, as was she. But she didn't want her father's threat to became true – she had witnessed him smashing a full can of Coke above a boy's head, just because he dared to take an un-allowed break during P.E.. "Gomenasai, Michi."

The little Asian peeked up to the scowling Wolverine and bit down her anger. "OK." She said and took her homework, straightening the sheet of paper somewhat and holding back her tears at the thought of the work she had to repeat.

Logan sighed and placed his large hand on the girl's shoulder. "You ain't gonna do that crap twice. I'm gonna speak with Summers." He told her in her native tongue, making her look up with new hope. Then his glare sent towards the onlookers made the students return to their former tasks, but with the knowledge that the Wolverine was strict, but fair.

The professor had watched the scene from the door taken aback by the unequipped way of the feral man to handle the situation. 'Impressive, Logan. You just taught her the Golden Rule.'

'Can it, Chuck.' Logan barked mentally at the old man and bent down to ruffle his daughter's hair, his features softening. "Whence do you know Japanese, Laura?"

"What's Japazneese?" She almost flinched away when her father touched her.

"A language. Do you know any others?" He saw the clueless expression on the girl's features. "Vy ponimaete, Rossiya ?" She stared at him blankly as he asked in Russian and then in German. "Und wie ist's mit Deutsch?" Again nothing. "Comprenez-vous français?"

"Oui… ce qui est français?" Logan rolled his eyes at the all too familiar question, startled that his three-year-old was able to speak three languages.

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Baby-sitting Becca for a quarter hour, Scott eventually heard footsteps in the corridor beyond his door and the child's mother's voice. He hurried over, flung the door open and held the baby into the startled faces of Rogue, Jubilee, Bobby and John.

"Here's your devil's spawn in a new diaper." Her teacher bellowed exhausted and pushed the changed infant into her arms, together with the diaper-bag.

"Umm…" Marie was speechless about the whole situation and the sight of the in powder pickled man. 'Why on Earth did Cyclops change my baby's diaper?'

Another voice in her mind barked and was ready to strike out, if possible. 'How dare this little nerd to call my beautiful angel THAT!'

'Why is her hair white?' wondered the young mother silently and scrutinized her babbling baby. "Is that powder on her lips?" She asked bewildered, but her teacher hurriedly vanished in his room and closed the door.

"Mr. Summers is so dead." John remarked wide eyed.

Blinking twice, Marie shifted her daughter and run her hand throw the downy-powdery hair. "We better get ya cleaned up, honey, before Logan sees ya like this and kills Mr. Summers."

Later that day, Scott had apologized by the upset mother about his choice of words, just to call the child's father's attention to this incident and earning him an Adamantium fist to the nose – again.

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Scott knocked at Logan's door for the daily check and heard for the first time Logan's voice followed by creaking bed springs and heavy footsteps. "I'll get the door!" Not three seconds later the door opened and Cyclops was faced with a 'Please-shoot-me-now' expression of the Wolverine.

"Is there an emergency, Summers?" His eyes were begging him to play along, while in the background Rogue sat with Becca on her lap and Laura next to her on the bed singing along a song of Arielle the Mermaid, the teenager clapping the hands of the happily gargling baby and Laura swung her legs, her hands full with animal shaped cookies with pink frosting, Marie had baked with the girl this afternoon.

An evil smirk formed on the X-Men leader's lips. "Naw, all's fine." His grin widened at Logan's horrified features. "Don't wanna disturb you any longer. You seem to have so much fun." Scott turned around, pleased with himself as he heard the feral's voice.

"You ain't disturbing us. How about you join our fun a little while?" Now Logan held an 'If-I-go-down-I'm-taking-you-with-me' smirk and Scott stared at him in horror.

"Umm, naw…" He made a step back. "I have to… well,…"

"C'mon, Cyke, the girls would be happy to spend some time with you." Wolverine opened the door further and called over his shoulder. "Hey, Laura, wouldn't it be fun when uncle One-Eye joins us?"

"Yay!" The girl clapped her hands – the cookies either on her pj's or in her mouth, her huge eyes sparkling – it wasn't that she liked the man with the weird glasses, but how did Jubes put it: the more the merrier. And maybe Daddy would also start to sing along, when he wasn't the only man in the room? "Uncle One-Eye!"

Logan smiled and pulled his teammate into the room. "See. You ain't disturbing."

Scott was guided towards the bed, seeing the sympatric look Rogue gave him before returning her attention towards the movie. Logan had his shoulder in a firm grasp and he whispered while reaching for a bottle. "If you ask nicely, maybe I'll give you a beer, bub." He saw the other man's hopeful expression to drown this torture in alcohol. "Maybe, that is." And the evil feral downed the beer followed by a satisfied burp.

"LOGAN!" Marie slapped his chest, but this didn't make the mischievous smirk vanish from her mate's lips.

Laura turned towards their guest and held a pink rabbit into the man's face. "Here, uncle One-Eye!"

Scott forced a smile and took the cookie. "Thanks… and it's uncle Scott."

"OK." The toddler smiled and climbed onto her father's lap, pointing at the TV. "Tats Arielle, uncle One-Eye!"

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"No tees brushing!" Laura screamed and fled from Marie's bathroom, her lips framed by foam, like a rabid animal.

Marie sighed heavily, every evening the same game since the girl felt confident enough to tell her mind without the fear of being punished for it. "Laura, please!" She was so sick of this game: the crying and screaming, the threats and bribes, and then their last resort: the usage of a little force – meaning Logan holding the struggling child and Marie brushing her teeth while apologizing the entire time.

But for this evening Marie had other plans. Throwing her hands up in the air frustrated, the brunette placed the toothbrush down onto the sink and walked over to her bed, on which Kitty's laptop sat. "Fine, baby-girl. But Ah wanna show ya something."

Logan traced his callused index-finger down the sleepy infant's cheek, smiling softly at one of his beautiful angels. "Sweet dreams, Lil' Skunk." Then he turned around and approached his mate with mixed feelings. They had talked long about this idea, and both of them weren't fond of it, but they didn't see any other choice, except a repeat-performance every single evening for the next years to come. "Come here, kit, here are a few pics we wanna show you."

Laura poked her head fore between the crib and her easel, her favorite hiding spot. "No brushing?"

Marie lifted her empty hands up for her to see. "Look, no toothbrush." The toddler warily approached her parents and the teenager pointed at the screen showing a crying little boy Laura's age with rotten teeth, two even missing. "That boy didn't want to brush his teeth either. And now his teeth are damaged and hurt him very much."

Laura stared at the picture with wide, terrified eyes. "Why are te tees black?"

"Bacteria live in the mouth of everybody and they're gnawin' on our teeth." Logan tried to make her understand but the girl inspected his mouth intently with her green gaze.

"I don't see baceria."

Marie smiled relieved that their plan seemed to work. "They're so small, ya can't see them, sweetie, but brushing your teeth will kill all bacteria."

Laura stared at the adults doubtfully. "And what's with te black tees of tat boy?"

"A dentist had to pull them out or try to fix them and that's really not funny, baby." She didn't want to do this to her daughter, but they had almost succeeded, so Marie opened a tab to a YouTube video of a dentist in midst a surgery.

Laura's eyes widened even more at the sound of the medical drill and the child immediately whirled around and rushed back into the bathroom.

"Ya know we are horrible parents." Marie closed that terrible video, ignoring the chill the noise sent down her spine and faced her mate. A "Rogue, tees brushing!" rang from the bath, making her get to her feet with a sigh.

Logan shrugged. "Hey, it worked… and there are worse than us."

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A/N: The Japanese means as much as ‚I hate you'.

I hope you liked this chappie, I had a lot of fun of writing it.