Wolverine's Greatest Challenge
Chapter 3
A.N. Sorry this took so long to come out. But as you know there have been problems with the sight and I've been too busy to check everyday whether it was operational or not. I am going to reveal a good bit of my personal bias in this book simply because it will be reflected in my writings. I can't help that and am not even going to try. This is going to be a start. If you disagree with my beliefs, that's fine. Just please don't flame! Also one reviewer asked that I reveal the mother. I can't for a few reasons. Number one: I don't know! She is not a character from the show and I don't have the originality to create her. Besides, I doubt she will ever come up in the plot. The only thing you need to know is that she was a mutant. That makes the baby a second generation mutant. I emphasize that because as far as I can tell second generation mutants are different from first generation mutants. That can wait for later though.
Wolverine was slowly coming out of shock. Storm decided it was time to tell him the rest. "Logan, Um, You probably don't realize it; but. babies require a lot of equipment. I've started a list."
Logan was staring at her like she was speaking Swahili. "What for?"
"Where is she going to sleep tonight? What is she going to wear tomorrow? How is she going to ride in a car? Where are you going to put her when you can't carry her?" Storm could have gone on like that for a while but Wolverine interrupted her.
"I get the point! What does she need?"
"Well for starters, the only clothes she has are the ones she's wearing. She is going to need onesies, those are one piece outfits often worn underneath; she is going to need regular outfits; booties; probably another hat, we have to keep her head warm; maybe a dress or two. That should do it for clothes. Also she needs some place to sleep. You can get a cradle for now and then move her up to a crib in a few months or skip the cradle and put her straight into a crib."
"Might as well skip the cradle then." Wolverine suggested.
"Maybe you should get the cradle," suggested the Professor. "It could come in handy. When she outgrows it, I'll buy it from you." Seeing his questioning look, "She may be the first baby to come here but she likely won't be the last. Might as well be prepared."
Storm nodded and continued, "You are going to want to consider a changing table. And maybe a swing." Taking their shrugs for assent she continued. "If you get a swing do you want a wind-up or electric." Seeing a look of confusion, "A wind-up will only run for about 10 minutes at a time. An electric will run until you turn it off."
"Electric."
"Okay, you'll need some sheets, an infant carrier and a car seat. Also, some bibs and toys. That should be it."
"That's a lot of stuff for one small baby." Said Wolverine in disbelief.
"Oh, I forgot! You also need a stroller, some more bottles, more diapers and wipes, you'll need more formula soon, I didn't get a lot incase she was allergic. Oh, and a diaper bag."
"WHAT!" Wolverine shouted. The baby started to cry. "Shhh, its okay, shhh." Once she stopped crying Wolverine looked up at Storm and said. "I'm not wearing a diaper bag."
"Oh, yes you are! Hopefully there's one that isn't too feminine looking."
"How am I supposed to buy this stuff? I don't know the slightest thing about baby shopping?"
"I'll come too and help." Storm offered.
"Why do I have to come at all?" Logan grumbled.
"Because she's your daughter!" Storm and the Professor said in unison.
Logan sighed, he knew when he was beat. "When do we leave?" he asked.
Storm looked at the clock. "The student's should be home soon. I think we should tell them first. She can't come this time because we don't have a car seat for her yet. You have to give her a name soon. Some of the students can baby-sit, and some may want to come."
Wolverine didn't have time to respond. The kids were back! He almost shrunk in his seat. How was he going to explain this?! Maybe Storm could explain for him. But Storm would have none of it. She practically dragged him to the top the stairs and announced loudly that Wolverine had something to tell them. Everyone looked up. No one could see the baby because of the banister. Logan took a deep breath trying to figure out the best way to explain something like this. The baby however, had other ideas. She cried loudly. It took about two seconds for everyone to be heading upstairs to look at the baby. Amidst coos of "ohs" and "ahhs" Storm answered everyone's questions.
Bobby was responsible for what would turn out to be her first and most enduring nickname. "How cute! Wolverine's got a cub!" Then and there she wound up with the nickname Cub.
"Well that will do until she gets a real name." Wolverine finally said. The three oldest girls, Jean, Rogue, and Kitty asked to come with them while shopping. Kitty and Jean were borderline shopaholics anyway, and while she wouldn't generally admit it, Rogue absolutely adored anything to do with babies. Everyone else was fine staying home and babysitting. Seeing how Wolverine was still slipping in and out of shock and was in no state to refuse, Storm agreed to let the girls come.
It wasn't until they were almost to the store that Logan finally completely came out of shock and started grumbling about having to come. The girls, (he was starting to include Storm in that category) were ecstatic. To them, this was almost a game. They got to have the fun of playing with a real live baby and picking out things for a real live baby but he was going to be raising a daughter. This was going to get complicated. Then they reached the store. Storm started taking charge.
"Okay, Let's get necessities first. That means what will she need today and tomorrow. Then we can deal with everything else. She is going to need a cradle, mattress, sheet, pajamas, some more bottles, and a changing table. Oh, and a car seat. The rest can wait if it has to. Let's start with cradles. And Logan has the final say."
'Why did she have to say that? What do I know about baby things?' Very quickly, he was glad that Storm had said that. The girls' tastes were very different. Both from each other's and from his. Kitty liked really bright colors, especially pinks. Jean liked the really expensive things. Rogue liked black and other dark colors. Finally Logan found a nice wooden cradle that looked like it would last a long time. "Is this the right size?" He asked. Storm pulled a tape measure and note pad out of her purse.
"Perfect. Now lets find a mattress and sheets."
More arguing. Finally Wolverine refused to look at any color other then white for the mattress and the only qualification he had was that it fit the cradle. He found one fairly quickly. Now sheets. There, Kitty surprised him. She found a nice set of blue and white sheets that weren't bright and fit the mattress. And to his surprise no one else argued. Jean managed to find a pair of fuzzy pale green pajamas with feet that were a good size, and by careful searching Rogue found a matching hat. The girls wanted to get decorative bottles but Logan just grabbed a three pack of see- through plastic. Then it was time to find a changing table. After about 15 minutes, Storm found a good one. It was collapsible and easy to clean. Then for a car seat. Finally they choose one with colorful bears on it.
"Are we done yet?" Logan asked warily.
Storm looked at her watch. "No, we're making good time here. We might as well continue." Logan groaned. Storm ignored him. "A baby bath! I forgot about that." By the time they had finished, they had everything she would need for a while and Logan was wondering how it would all fit in the car.
"I need a drink." He muttered. Storm gave the girls a look and they scattered.
Then she calmly said, "Maybe you should think about either giving up or cutting back on drinking."
Had it been someone else Wolverine might have gutted them. As it was he gave her a look calculated to melt steel and said, "Why?"
Storm continued unfazed, "Well, do you want Cub drinking when she's older?"
"No!" was his gut-level reaction followed by a more moderate, "well, not till she's old enough at least."
Storm looked at him. "You don't want her drinking but if she sees you drink she likely will too. And if you drink while telling her not to then she is going to consider you a hypocrite. Think about it."
"Alright, I'll think about it. But since she's only one week old and not here, I am going to have some beers right now." Storm shook her head.
"Alright, meet us in 15 minutes at the book store."
Fifteen minutes (and two beers) later Logan was attempting to find the girls in the bookstore. When he found them they were paying for some books. They saw him and giggled. Then Storm with mock ceremony presented him with two of the books while the girls looked on trying not to fall over laughing or making a scene. The books were (of course) about the newcomer. One of them was called 'Daddy's girl: how to raise a daughter; a guide for men.' The other was a book of names.
"Thanks, . I think." He walked out of the store.
"Was he, like, upset, Storm?" asked Kitty.
Storm smiled, "No, he's just getting used to the idea. Just wait until she first says 'Dada'. You'll know because there will be a puddle of Wolverine on the floor!"
AN. Long one huh. All right, some of you are probably wondering why I came on strong about the alcohol. I admit that I personally believe that alcohol should be drunk rarely if at all. So this affected my personal bias. Also as a role model that is one thing I think he should consider. Also I don't know of any book like the one I named; but, that doesn't mean there isn't one.
Next Chapter Wolverine learns how to feed a baby and change a diaper.
A.N. Sorry this took so long to come out. But as you know there have been problems with the sight and I've been too busy to check everyday whether it was operational or not. I am going to reveal a good bit of my personal bias in this book simply because it will be reflected in my writings. I can't help that and am not even going to try. This is going to be a start. If you disagree with my beliefs, that's fine. Just please don't flame! Also one reviewer asked that I reveal the mother. I can't for a few reasons. Number one: I don't know! She is not a character from the show and I don't have the originality to create her. Besides, I doubt she will ever come up in the plot. The only thing you need to know is that she was a mutant. That makes the baby a second generation mutant. I emphasize that because as far as I can tell second generation mutants are different from first generation mutants. That can wait for later though.
Wolverine was slowly coming out of shock. Storm decided it was time to tell him the rest. "Logan, Um, You probably don't realize it; but. babies require a lot of equipment. I've started a list."
Logan was staring at her like she was speaking Swahili. "What for?"
"Where is she going to sleep tonight? What is she going to wear tomorrow? How is she going to ride in a car? Where are you going to put her when you can't carry her?" Storm could have gone on like that for a while but Wolverine interrupted her.
"I get the point! What does she need?"
"Well for starters, the only clothes she has are the ones she's wearing. She is going to need onesies, those are one piece outfits often worn underneath; she is going to need regular outfits; booties; probably another hat, we have to keep her head warm; maybe a dress or two. That should do it for clothes. Also she needs some place to sleep. You can get a cradle for now and then move her up to a crib in a few months or skip the cradle and put her straight into a crib."
"Might as well skip the cradle then." Wolverine suggested.
"Maybe you should get the cradle," suggested the Professor. "It could come in handy. When she outgrows it, I'll buy it from you." Seeing his questioning look, "She may be the first baby to come here but she likely won't be the last. Might as well be prepared."
Storm nodded and continued, "You are going to want to consider a changing table. And maybe a swing." Taking their shrugs for assent she continued. "If you get a swing do you want a wind-up or electric." Seeing a look of confusion, "A wind-up will only run for about 10 minutes at a time. An electric will run until you turn it off."
"Electric."
"Okay, you'll need some sheets, an infant carrier and a car seat. Also, some bibs and toys. That should be it."
"That's a lot of stuff for one small baby." Said Wolverine in disbelief.
"Oh, I forgot! You also need a stroller, some more bottles, more diapers and wipes, you'll need more formula soon, I didn't get a lot incase she was allergic. Oh, and a diaper bag."
"WHAT!" Wolverine shouted. The baby started to cry. "Shhh, its okay, shhh." Once she stopped crying Wolverine looked up at Storm and said. "I'm not wearing a diaper bag."
"Oh, yes you are! Hopefully there's one that isn't too feminine looking."
"How am I supposed to buy this stuff? I don't know the slightest thing about baby shopping?"
"I'll come too and help." Storm offered.
"Why do I have to come at all?" Logan grumbled.
"Because she's your daughter!" Storm and the Professor said in unison.
Logan sighed, he knew when he was beat. "When do we leave?" he asked.
Storm looked at the clock. "The student's should be home soon. I think we should tell them first. She can't come this time because we don't have a car seat for her yet. You have to give her a name soon. Some of the students can baby-sit, and some may want to come."
Wolverine didn't have time to respond. The kids were back! He almost shrunk in his seat. How was he going to explain this?! Maybe Storm could explain for him. But Storm would have none of it. She practically dragged him to the top the stairs and announced loudly that Wolverine had something to tell them. Everyone looked up. No one could see the baby because of the banister. Logan took a deep breath trying to figure out the best way to explain something like this. The baby however, had other ideas. She cried loudly. It took about two seconds for everyone to be heading upstairs to look at the baby. Amidst coos of "ohs" and "ahhs" Storm answered everyone's questions.
Bobby was responsible for what would turn out to be her first and most enduring nickname. "How cute! Wolverine's got a cub!" Then and there she wound up with the nickname Cub.
"Well that will do until she gets a real name." Wolverine finally said. The three oldest girls, Jean, Rogue, and Kitty asked to come with them while shopping. Kitty and Jean were borderline shopaholics anyway, and while she wouldn't generally admit it, Rogue absolutely adored anything to do with babies. Everyone else was fine staying home and babysitting. Seeing how Wolverine was still slipping in and out of shock and was in no state to refuse, Storm agreed to let the girls come.
It wasn't until they were almost to the store that Logan finally completely came out of shock and started grumbling about having to come. The girls, (he was starting to include Storm in that category) were ecstatic. To them, this was almost a game. They got to have the fun of playing with a real live baby and picking out things for a real live baby but he was going to be raising a daughter. This was going to get complicated. Then they reached the store. Storm started taking charge.
"Okay, Let's get necessities first. That means what will she need today and tomorrow. Then we can deal with everything else. She is going to need a cradle, mattress, sheet, pajamas, some more bottles, and a changing table. Oh, and a car seat. The rest can wait if it has to. Let's start with cradles. And Logan has the final say."
'Why did she have to say that? What do I know about baby things?' Very quickly, he was glad that Storm had said that. The girls' tastes were very different. Both from each other's and from his. Kitty liked really bright colors, especially pinks. Jean liked the really expensive things. Rogue liked black and other dark colors. Finally Logan found a nice wooden cradle that looked like it would last a long time. "Is this the right size?" He asked. Storm pulled a tape measure and note pad out of her purse.
"Perfect. Now lets find a mattress and sheets."
More arguing. Finally Wolverine refused to look at any color other then white for the mattress and the only qualification he had was that it fit the cradle. He found one fairly quickly. Now sheets. There, Kitty surprised him. She found a nice set of blue and white sheets that weren't bright and fit the mattress. And to his surprise no one else argued. Jean managed to find a pair of fuzzy pale green pajamas with feet that were a good size, and by careful searching Rogue found a matching hat. The girls wanted to get decorative bottles but Logan just grabbed a three pack of see- through plastic. Then it was time to find a changing table. After about 15 minutes, Storm found a good one. It was collapsible and easy to clean. Then for a car seat. Finally they choose one with colorful bears on it.
"Are we done yet?" Logan asked warily.
Storm looked at her watch. "No, we're making good time here. We might as well continue." Logan groaned. Storm ignored him. "A baby bath! I forgot about that." By the time they had finished, they had everything she would need for a while and Logan was wondering how it would all fit in the car.
"I need a drink." He muttered. Storm gave the girls a look and they scattered.
Then she calmly said, "Maybe you should think about either giving up or cutting back on drinking."
Had it been someone else Wolverine might have gutted them. As it was he gave her a look calculated to melt steel and said, "Why?"
Storm continued unfazed, "Well, do you want Cub drinking when she's older?"
"No!" was his gut-level reaction followed by a more moderate, "well, not till she's old enough at least."
Storm looked at him. "You don't want her drinking but if she sees you drink she likely will too. And if you drink while telling her not to then she is going to consider you a hypocrite. Think about it."
"Alright, I'll think about it. But since she's only one week old and not here, I am going to have some beers right now." Storm shook her head.
"Alright, meet us in 15 minutes at the book store."
Fifteen minutes (and two beers) later Logan was attempting to find the girls in the bookstore. When he found them they were paying for some books. They saw him and giggled. Then Storm with mock ceremony presented him with two of the books while the girls looked on trying not to fall over laughing or making a scene. The books were (of course) about the newcomer. One of them was called 'Daddy's girl: how to raise a daughter; a guide for men.' The other was a book of names.
"Thanks, . I think." He walked out of the store.
"Was he, like, upset, Storm?" asked Kitty.
Storm smiled, "No, he's just getting used to the idea. Just wait until she first says 'Dada'. You'll know because there will be a puddle of Wolverine on the floor!"
AN. Long one huh. All right, some of you are probably wondering why I came on strong about the alcohol. I admit that I personally believe that alcohol should be drunk rarely if at all. So this affected my personal bias. Also as a role model that is one thing I think he should consider. Also I don't know of any book like the one I named; but, that doesn't mean there isn't one.
Next Chapter Wolverine learns how to feed a baby and change a diaper.