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Chapter 8
"And Baby Makes Three"


"False Alarm. 'Nuff said."


He exhaled as he told Scott. He didn't think he was ready for this. He knew it was his fault in the first place. Scott patted him on the back. "It will be here soon Logan."

That's what he was afraid of. He could fight some of the most powerful men and women in the world, and here was The Wolverine, big, bad-ass, no fear, Wolverine . . . scared shitless of a baby.

Marie had sat down with him and they went over baby names. He had no idea there were so many names for a kid. Personally he liked the name Aurora, but Marie said it sounded too much like Ororo. He hadn't really thought about whether it was a girl or boy, but he hoped it was a girl. Boys were too wild, and he hated to think what *his* son would be like.

They finally agreed on Madelynn Paige. If it was a boy, they liked Travis Xavier, after the Professor. They owed that man a lot, so they decided that they would name their first born son after him. That is *if* it was a boy, and Logan hoped to God it wasn't.

Most of his nights were sleepless now, he was too worried about Marie, who just lay there sawing logs in dreamland. He couldn't believe the change in her, she hardly was ever seen without food in her hand or nearby. She even kept a package of cookies on her night stand while she was asleep. On occasions she had some weird cravings. Logan had to hunt for watermelon in the middle of the night one time, thank God it was summer.

He had been curious about different things that had to do with the baby. He asked Hank if the baby would be a mutant. Of course Hank gave him a long explanation using big words. In other words they wouldn't find out until it was older, but Hank figured it was because of the rapid growth. Logan stared at the ceiling and wondered if he had any other kids. Marie rolled over and he shook the thought out of his head. He rolled on his side and put his arms around her, pulling her to him. He rested a hand on her belly, he really hadn't touched her since she had become pregnant. He felt the baby kick and he jumped, not expecting the sudden movement.

Marie opened her eyes and felt his arms around her. She smiled and snuggled up close to him. He was so warm and she loved being in his arms. The baby kicked again and it almost felt as if it had moved lower.

That's when they both felt it . . .
Marie first and then Logan, "You're wet. You okay?"

"Logan, sugah, help me walk."

He felt his heart start to race, he knew this was it. He helped her up and ran out of the room, beating on Jean and Scott's door. "Jeannie! It's real this time!"

Jean and Scott both rushed out of their room and found Rogue halfway down the hall, making her way to the med lab. It hurt her to breathe and she was having contraction closer this time. They got her to the med bay and got her comfortable. Logan was by her side as Jean and Hank poked and prodded her down low. Scott came in to take a look and Logan growled. Needless to say, that changed Scott's mind.

"She's almost ready Logan," Hank said after prodding her, "Now Rogue, I just need to you to push on your next contraction."

Rogue nodded and closed her eyes taking in a deep breath as she felt the big one coming. She grasped Logan's hand and held onto it with and iron grasp. She started to push, squeezing Logan's hand with her incredible strength. Logan felt the pressure on his hand and heard a bone snap and then the tingling sensation of his bones healing. Rogue was now almost screaming as she pushed each time, "Ah hate you Logan!"

"I know darlin'."

Marie bore down and pushed, growling as she did so.

"I see the head. C'mon Rogue just two more big pushes and we've got a baby."

Logan wanted to faint, his hand was continuously getting broken as fast as it healed and he had a gut feeling that something was gonna go wrong. Marie grit her teeth and pushed again. "One more, baby. You can do it," Logan whispered to her.

"Fuck you!"

Logan was surprised at her outburst, but he figured it was only natural. She pushed again and Hank motioned after he picked the baby up and smacked it on the butt. Logan left Marie's side, happy to get his hand back. He was then handed a pair of scissors.

"Cut that."

Logan looked down and didn't know if he wanted to, "Isn't that the, uhhh, genitalia?"

Hank laughed, "No, my friend, that is the umbilical cord."

"Oh."
"Cut it."
Logan did as he was told. He looked at the baby and it was covered in a creamy looking substance. He went back to Marie's side, running a hand through her hair. Hank quickly cleaned the baby up while Jean cleansed Marie and stitched her up. Hank then handed the baby to Marie.

"Congratulations, you have a son."

Logan kissed Marie's disheveled hair and looked down at his baby boy.

"Travis," Marie said softly.

"Yeah," Logan agreed.


*LATER THAT DAY*

Logan had gone around and given everyone cigars. He was ecstatic about his new family. The Professor was honored that they named their first born Travis Xavier.

Marie was back in their room since they weren't far from the med lab.

"Here, Logan, you hold him fo' a lil' while."

Marie put the baby in Logan's arms, "Jus' hold his head up."

Logan shifted and held his son's head up and gazed down at him. He was so beautiful, big eyes like Marie, his eyes were hazel now, but Hank said they would change as he got older. Logan kissed Travis' cheek and smiled, he had never been so happy in his life.

Of course everybody wanted to see him, hold him. Touch him. Logan didn't want to share his baby. He wanted to hold him and rock him and speak softly to him. Marie found herself almost have to pry the infant from her husband's fingers.

"Logan, sugah, why don't ya go down to the rec room and watch some TV? Travis needs to rest."

Logan didn't want to, but since rest was good for the baby, he decided it was for the best.

He flopped down on the couch next to Remy.

"'Ey dere, Daddy Wolvie. How be da Lil' cub?"

"He's great."

"Dat's good."
"Yeah."

They sat there watching the news. "We have new evidence relating to the Chloe LeCroix case. We have found the identity of the baby's father. Forensic Scientists have discovered semen on one of the hockey player's skirts. The father is also the suspected killer. The DNA testing has been traced to a man by the name of Victor Creed. If you have any information on this man please call . . . "

Logan laughed and scratched his chin, he glanced over at Remy and saw he was squirming too.

"Remy knew dat woman. Remy didn't know dat Sabertooth liked 'ockey."

Logan smiled, "Me neither, Gumbo."

That night Marie got out her camera and took the cutest picture of her Wolverine and their son. The pose was of the two asleep on the couch. Travis was asleep on Logan's chest, while Logan had a hand on his son's back. Marie smiled and sighed softly as she took the picture.

"Ah thin Ah'll show this to everyone," she said softly making sure not to wake the two up. She pulled the Polaroid out and slipped in into her baby's album, which one day would soon be filled with memories to come.

THE END

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