It was a small house with a steep driveway. Rebecca could still imagine the front yard after all these years, but the rest of the house seemed to have faded away with time. In the spring, before the summer heat struck, there were plants with brightly colored flowers. The grass would be bright green and soft. When her father forgot to mow the lawn, the grass would get so tall, it tickled Rebecca's legs. Her older brother, Olivier, would chase her around the front lawn. He would make her laugh so hard that tears came out of her eyes and her abdomen would ache afterwards. The sun would shine down on her skin and, despite the amount of sunscreen her parents put on her exposed skin, her cheeks would always turn a little bit pink. The sun would also heat up the brick stairs leading up to the porch. It would be hot against Rebecca's hands and bare feet. Olivier would always hold her hand as she walked down those stairs. Then, they would race off into the lawn to play. They had a one of those red plastic pedal cars and, although he did not fit, Olivier would sit in it anyway. His longer limbs handing outside of the toy as he pretended to drive the car about the lawn. The sight made Rebecca giggle.

That final night was also on the front yard. She was grabbing onto her father's long trench coat and her throat was sore from crying. Still, she begged as tears blurred her vision and carved rivers down her round cheeks. Her mother had been screaming at her father and he was yelling back. Both of them had ordered the other to leave but it was her father who stormed outside of the house. Rebecca screamed at the top of her lungs too as she asked him not to leave. When he did not listen, she chased him outside. Looking back at the porch, Rebecca saw her mother standing there. Her arms lay limply at her sides and Olivier came outside. He had been crying too. Olivier sniffed and wiped at his nose with the sleeve of his pajamas. He was looking at his baby sister, but he grabbed their mother's hand tightly. Rebecca clung to her father's leg, wrapping all her four limbs around his calf, and resting her bottom on the top of his foot. It disabled him. Her father looked back at the house one last time before picking up Rebecca. He cradled her in his strong arms and moved her into the backseat of the car. They drove out of the driveway and left the familiar street. Rebecca was exhausted from her tantrum and quickly fell asleep in the car.

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When Rogue had gained the smallest amount of control of her powers, she went to Remy. He was the first person she thought about telling. Though, she did not at first. She did allow herself to grow much closer to him. A barrier had been dropped down and she found herself telling Remy as much as she had told anyone else before. It was not an immediate switch, living life without her guard down. It had become habitual but eventually she left the gloves behind and found the courage to reach out and grab Remy's bare hand. Skin was touching skin. His hand was rough and large against her much smaller one. It felt nice to feel him intertwine their fingers.

The relationship was already passionate. It had always involved a lot of flirting and longing stares. Once the two could touch, it became ravenous. The couple could not keep off each other. They spent their days and nights together. Remy was insistent on holding her hand or keeping his hand at the small of her back. Rogue was stealing kisses all throughout the day from her lover. For the first time in years, Rogue decided to leave the institute. It was Remy's idea for them to go out into the world. Rogue had been locked away for so long. Yet she felt relaxed by Remy's side. Their days were filled with adventures and sightseeing. They traveled across state lines and seeing the sights of their own country. When that got tiresome, Remy bought plane tickets and they were flying across the ocean to visit the other side of the world. Their nights were spent in a tangle of bedsheets and each other.

It was somewhere along these travels, which lasted a much longer time than expected, that the two got married. It was a type of elopement. Rogue asked Remy to not waste time and money on a big ceremony. She claimed that it was a blessing to have someone to marry and she did not need such material items. Remy respected her wishes but still spend thousands of dollars on a dress and another special vacation as their honeymoon. Though, their life was feeling like a forever vacation.

They had rented a lodge in the mountains and spring was beginning to blossom. The two were out on the back deck in their secluded woodlands. It was night and the stars had just come out. They heard an owl in the distance, and it was cold. However, inside the hot tub it was steaming hot. The water left their skin red, but their muscles felt relaxed as they gazed up at the stars. Remy had his arm around Rogue's shoulders. He kissed her on the cheek and then lined those kisses along her jaw. Rogue, who usually would mewl at such affection, was silent. She had gotten a call earlier that day. It was big news in the institute that Scott Summers and his wife, Emma Frost, were welcoming their first child, a daughter, into the world. It was confirmed that the child had the mutant gene. There was going to be a new generation of mutants. The institute was curious as to how the genetics would have altered. The mutant gene was rapid with its evolution. There was no telling how powerful these children could be.

"Ah…Ah don't want children," Rogue claimed, though her voice sounded unsure. She did not look Remy in the eyes but, instead, stared straight ahead. Remy nudged her with his nose, which was cold from the air. He whispered in her ear that he loved her. Rogue was waited a while, anticipating Remy's reaction, but he continued to say romantic words to her that sounded like poetry on his tongue.

Rogue fell pregnant three weeks later with Remy's son.

Olivier Henri LeBeau was born into the world one crisp January morning. It was the first hours of the new day. Rogue and Remy had returned to the institute to plan for the arrival of their son as they were sure he was to be a mutant. The institute was the best place for knowledge on mutants. Rogue was firing off curses and swears as she felt the immense pain in her lower abdomen. She was encouraged to scream if it helped with the labor pains and she did just that. Remy was beside her the whole time. He smoothed the hair out of her face and let her grab onto his hand, squeezing at each contraction. His free hand trembled slightly, and he would smile over at Rogue, though it looked more like a grimace.

It was a very average birth. The healthy baby boy was delivered with a final push and Rogue collapsed back onto the bed. Tears sprang from her eyes and she wiped the sweat from her forehead. Olivier was screaming loudly, a high-pitched wail, and he flexed his arms at the strange sensation of being outside of the womb. Remy looked over at the small child, who looked alien to him. The baby's eyes were screwed shut as he continued to test out his new functioning lungs. Remy bit down on his cheek. Olivier was laid down against Rogue's chest and the skin-to-skin contact soothed him. Olivier took a couple more gasps then finally settled. His eyelids lazily lifted for a moment and Remy could not help but gasp at the sight of red. He looked up to Rogue, but she smiled back at him.

"I'm sorry," Remy whispered, barely audible to anyone else in the room. Rogue looked down at Olivier who, once again, showed off his red iris'.

"Beautiful," Rogue examined, "I had wished that he would look like his father."

Remy's eyes began to water, and he reached out to touch his son's tiny hand. Olivier was a normal child. Everyone was anticipating his mutant powers, but they knew it would not likely show until between the ages of 9-14 years old. His parents had plenty of time to enjoy a life with a child that was growing normally. He preferred quiet activities, staying in to read or taking long walks. They bought a small house together with a large front lawn and a steep driveway. They lived there and visited the institute regularly for Olivier's check-ups. The boy had lots of love and encouragement surrounding him. Rogue and Remy had something to smile about every day.

Seven years later, just as their first born had been a surprise, Rogue and Remy found themselves tasked with raising another child. Rebecca Marie LeBeau.

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After the unceremonious split, Rebecca was driven down south to a very different land. The first thing she noticed was how the air seemed to thicken and it smelled strange to her nose. Tall, thick trees with long branches that seemed like arms stretching out, most with green fingers drooping down towards the ground. The land looked wet from fresh rain. The birds were foreign to Rebecca too as she noticed some to be tall with long beaks and wide wingspans. She stretched out her neck to stare out at the window at the world beyond the car.

The landscape changed slowly from swamp land to civilization. The city was alien to Rebecca as well. The buildings were all right next to each other and many were painted vibrant colors of yellow, blue, and purple. The had driven straight through the night and landed in this city during the evening of the next day. There were many people on the street and the city was humming some kind of song. The car Rebecca's father was driving was forced to stop and start with the heavy flow of traffic and it was giving Rebecca a headache.

Finally, they reached their destination. It was a tall iron gate. Rebecca leaned forward as she watched her father pull up to the gate slowly. He rolled down his window and stared down the long driveway that led to darkness.

"Surprised to see Remy, non?" Rebecca heard her father talking to someone but could not see the individual he was speaking to. No one answered back but the large gate that creaked open. Then they were driving up to a tall house with large columns and balconies on the upper levels. Lights were on inside along with some from the yard shining up at the house, making it sparkle. The yard was landscaped meticulously and had tall hedges for privacy.

It was the home of the New Orleans Thieves Guild and eventually it would become Rebecca's home. There, with her father, uncle Henri, aunt Mercy, second cousin Theoron, and an elderly Tante Mattie, Rebecca spent most of her childhood.

Princess of the thieves they had called her. Living with her father's family was welcoming. Since her first night, she won over all of their hearts. She was adorned with gifts and nicknames often. Rebecca had gotten all positive facial features from her parents. Unlike her brother, she donned her mother's green eyes and her father's brown hair. One stripe of hair, that she often wore to her left side, was white like her mother's signature stripes. She had a round face that made her always look younger than her true age. Her smiles were enough to warm the heart of anyone, even the criminals she lived with.

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Reviews are nice. Thanks for reading. I don't own x-men. This story will continue throughout Rebecca's life. Let me know what you think. I hope you have a beautiful day.

-Kit