Chapter 56 – Restoration – Part III

Relationship Status – married

SUMMARY: Logan reassures Ororo after receiving what he has been searching for

"I don't need a babysitter," Logan grumbled.

"Well, you have one," was the tart reply from the beautiful Goddess, as she placed the tray with his breakfast over his lap. She had him lounging on a mountain of pillows on their king-sized bed. He would be lying if he said he was not comfortable. Logan eyed the food warily. There was more fruit than meat.

Ororo looked at him lovingly, her hands on her hips and a saucy smile on her face. "Fruit is good for you. I do not understand your aversion to fruit, my love. Now eat."

It was on the tip of his tongue to offer the erotic remark of rather eating her, but he swallowed the words. It was not so much that he disliked fruit, but he was a carnivore for crying out loud. His grumblings and constant complaints were getting him nowhere. Once he had emerged from his coma and went through a slew of tests, he was effectively placed on the disabled roster. Though he was by all accounts healed, Xavier had thought that he needed the time off to deal with the bombardment of memories that he had recovered. However, he was not going crazy from the reinstated memories, but from the constant hovering of his wife, and the mother-henning from Hank and Xavier. The two scientists had relayed their theories of what happened and why it happened to him. All talk of memory suppression, brain resetting and mutant powers he never knew existed had him literally scratching his head. But when he really thought about it, it all made sense when he easily spat out his date and place of birth and readily recounted some of his adventures alongside Captain America in World War II.

Finally getting what he had painstakingly sought after for years, was a shock to his system to say the least. He discussed his newfound memories with Charles, Hank and Ororo. Charles and Hank, he only told them what he thought they needed to know. He did discuss everything with his lovely wife because she was the one that anchored him once he remembered everything. After Charles, 'Ro and Hank filled in the blanks for him, he had begun the laborious task of shifting through decades of memories. The memories of his extreme brutal past, his true heritage, his age and how he had been used all his long life by those he trusted, of why he was created to be a weapon, his tragic past in Japan and of his few lost loves, were now all his. His mission now was to come to terms with his past and reconcile said past with his present and future.

"Darlin'…"

"Do not darlin' me," she mimicked. "It is my responsibility to make sure you are back in tip top shape."

Logan looked at the woman he loved more than life itself and mumbled something about stubborn frails under his breath.

Ororo leaned over and kissed him softly, their eyes colliding, their love and respect for each other shining through. "I love you too."

But the love and respect did not hide the lingering fear he saw in her baby blues and that was enough to sober him. He figured her constant hovering was her way of dealing with the experiences of the last week. If that was what it took to make her feel better, then he figured he can put up with it. It did not mean he was not going to call her out on it though. "Yer still afraid."

The prelude of her tight smile before she went about reassuring him, had him shaking his head. Ororo clicked her mouth shut, knowing it would be useless to lie to him. After a few moments, she whispered, "Yes I am." Her mind chose that moment to wander to the events of the past week that had her the most fearful and vulnerable she had ever been in her life. Fighting demigods, aliens, mutant haters were nothing compared to the horrific feelings that coursed through her when she had found him unconscious. She moved to sit next to him on their bed, caressing his hair-strewn jaw.

He closed his eyes and relished her caress along his stubble, before stabbing piece of honeydew with his fork and offering it to her. He watched the sensual motion of her mouth as she chewed and the bobbing of her throat as she swallowed. He groaned, getting sidetracked from their conversation. He willed himself back to the important task at hand, reassuring her. There would be time for lots and lots of lovemaking later. They needed to clear the air around her, in his opinion, unnecessary fear. "Why?"

'Ro sighed heavily. "You know why, Logan."

"I thought we talked 'bout it already," he countered.

"I am never going to get the image of finding you unconscious in our living room out of my head anytime soon." She shuddered as said image flashed across her mind. "But that is not what has me so…anxious."

Logan tossed a piece of bacon into his mouth before lifting the tray off his lap and placing it on the floor. He immediately turned to her, gathering her in his arms. He sighed, knowing exactly what had her worried. "Ya know there ain't nothin' that will make me forget ya."

She lazily melted into his solid bulk, drawing comfort from him. She had thought that the similar words he uttered to her when he awakened from his coma had eased her terror, but as everything settled and Charles' explanations registered, that fear of him forgetting about her and everything they have shared and done to get to where they were now in their relationship, was slowly taking over. "I do not know what I would do if you forgot about us, Logan. It is too painful to think about." Her voice trembled. "All of Charles' and Henry's talk about memory loss and suppression being normal for you has had me on edge."

He drew her closer and tighter to him. He exhaled nosily. "I want ya ta listen ta me and listen ta me good, 'Ro." At her slight nod, he continued, "Ya know once a feral chose its mate, it's fer life. Ain't nothin' nor no one could change that." Logan rose a bit and lightly touch the bite mark that occupied the juncture between her neck and collarbone. She had others on other parts of her body, but he was focused on this one, being that it was the first marking he gave her. "No mutant power of memory suppression, memory loss or whatever the hell is goin' on, is goin' ta take away my connection or commitment ta ya. Yer mine until the end 'o time."

"But Logan…"

He interrupted her. "No buts, darlin'." He leaned down and kissed her hard. "Don't ya think if that was the case then I would have come out the coma not rememberin' ya?"

Ororo gasped in shock, never looking at the fact that he remembered her and everything about their lives together once he emerged from the coma. As a matter of fact, his first words were assuring her that he was right there. She was the first person he thought of after his ordeal. Goddess, she felt so ridiculous for letting irrational fears get to her.

She exhaled loudly, the air squeezed between her lips ruffling the scattered hair strands resting on her forehead. "Thank you, love. You always know what to say to make me feel better."

Logan squeezed her tighter. "Anytime baby. Don't go beatin' yerself up. Ya just needed the reminder that's all." He easily maneuvered their positions, so she was now lying beneath him and he settled comfortably between her legs. He offered her one of his rare, sexy smiles.

Figuring he was taking too long, Ororo raised her head and kissed him. Logan winded his hand into her hair, deepening the kiss, both taking the opportunity to enjoy being with each other. "Better now?" He whispered, slightly withdrawing his lips from her sweet soft ones.

"Oh definitely," she returned softly.

"Good, 'cause I don't want ta talk anymore." Logan said, lowering his head to nuzzle her neck smirking at the loud moan that erupted from her lips.