Rogue lied on her and Bobby's bed with her eyes closed. She had five
blessed minutes of time to herself and she was going to use them.
There were so many things going on in her life. The twins were growing up so fast and took a lot more energy out of you now that they knew what "bath" and "nap" meant and had the will to fight against bath time and nap time. "No" was their favorite word.
Then there was always the wedding. It was the last day of November and the big day was quite literally right around the corner. Jean and Scott had been kind enough to hold their wedding off until Rogue and Bobby were ready to wed and have a double wedding.
The squeal of William brought Rogue back to reality.
Time to rustle the two munchkins up for naptime.
Oh joy.
*~*~*
"Come here you." Jean said as she chased William around the main lobby. He was a fast little kid.
"No nap! No nap!" he squealed hiding behind a chair.
Jean finally caught him and plopped on the couch exhausted.
"Yes nap."
"No nap!"
"These kids get their butts wiped twenty four hours a day, I swear." Bobby said carrying little Logan in.
"Da Da!!" William said in excitement reaching out for Bobby.
Logan and Will ran around the lobby getting free from the adults, giggling in the pleasure of partaking in their own special game.
Jean and Bobby didn't notice the big Logan walk through the door.
"What the?!?" he asked in shocked confusion as the two kids ambushed him with loud dog sounds.
When it came to strangers the twins were not shy in the least and Logan, not being particularly good with children, looked up to Jean for help.
"Take your devil children away." He ordered. He was joking about the devil part, but he wasn't in the mood to deal with dipper dwelling twins.
"Oh, they're not mine." Jean replied trying her best not to topple over in laughter.
Bobby was already snickering behind his hand.
"What on earth is going on?" a familiar voice came from the top of the stairs.
"Ma Ma!!" The two boys hollered in joy as they crawled up the stairs to meet their mother.
Bobby got up from the couch and went to help Rogue out with the kids. He picked up Will and she picked up little Logan.
It was then she saw the real Logan standing before her. Snowflakes in his unruly hair and a stern, confused glare on his face.
Jean came to Rogue's aid by taking little Logan away.
"Ok, nap time boys." She said as she and Bobby walked into the upstairs hallway.
"NO NAP!!"
The lobby became silent for a moment as Rogue and Logan stared at each other stunned to be gazing into each other's eyes.
"Twins?" Logan asked sternly.
"Logan." Rogue warned.
"And you're how old?"
"Logan."
"Did you not listen to me when we talked about the responsibilities that came with the bracelet?"
"Logan, wait. I can explain."
"So you ignore my warning and 'bam' you are pregnant? Seventeen is not the age to become a mother."
"Don't you think I know that?"
"I thought you to be more responsible than this, Marie."
"You don't understand! It wasn't my fault!"
"It takes two to have sex, Marie. I told you to be careful around Bobby. I am going to kill him."
"No!! It wasn't Bobby. He had nothing to do with it."
Logan couldn't believe what he was hearing. The situation had gotten from bad to worse.
"Who was it then? Some punk kid looking for a one night stand?"
Rogue couldn't believe what she was hearing. She couldn't believe how ugly this had gotten. She couldn't believe she had to relive her past in this way.
"No. It was a gang. Four men to hold me down by force, one to do the dirty work. I was raped you insensitive jerk."
Logan would later feel a mix of sorrowful emotions, but right now his temper had gotten the best of him. He was pissed.
"Why the hell didn't you tell me?"
"What would have happened if I did? Huh?"
Logan didn't answer. He didn't need to. He had made his feelings perfectly clear early on about teen pregnancy and starting a family at that young of an age.
"You would have pushed for an abortion, hell, given the right tools and instructions you would have done it yourself. Well it sure as hell isn't a decision for you to make!! I don't need you to lecture me on how to keep my pants on and I don't need your advise on how to raise my children!!
"Take a look around. I am better off than other teen mothers. I have a safe secure shelter; people who care for me and who help me out when I need it the most surround me; I have a high school diploma and am working towards a Bachelor's degree. I have done a damn good job without you. I am not the little girl you remember me as, so stop treating me like I'm an infant!! Like it or not I am who I am. You can either stay in my life or stay out of it, it is your choice, but do not ridicule me how to live it."
With that she turned and stomped up the stairs and down the hallway, tears streaming down her face.
Logan stood there dumbstruck. He had some serious thinking to do.
A/N: r/r!
There were so many things going on in her life. The twins were growing up so fast and took a lot more energy out of you now that they knew what "bath" and "nap" meant and had the will to fight against bath time and nap time. "No" was their favorite word.
Then there was always the wedding. It was the last day of November and the big day was quite literally right around the corner. Jean and Scott had been kind enough to hold their wedding off until Rogue and Bobby were ready to wed and have a double wedding.
The squeal of William brought Rogue back to reality.
Time to rustle the two munchkins up for naptime.
Oh joy.
*~*~*
"Come here you." Jean said as she chased William around the main lobby. He was a fast little kid.
"No nap! No nap!" he squealed hiding behind a chair.
Jean finally caught him and plopped on the couch exhausted.
"Yes nap."
"No nap!"
"These kids get their butts wiped twenty four hours a day, I swear." Bobby said carrying little Logan in.
"Da Da!!" William said in excitement reaching out for Bobby.
Logan and Will ran around the lobby getting free from the adults, giggling in the pleasure of partaking in their own special game.
Jean and Bobby didn't notice the big Logan walk through the door.
"What the?!?" he asked in shocked confusion as the two kids ambushed him with loud dog sounds.
When it came to strangers the twins were not shy in the least and Logan, not being particularly good with children, looked up to Jean for help.
"Take your devil children away." He ordered. He was joking about the devil part, but he wasn't in the mood to deal with dipper dwelling twins.
"Oh, they're not mine." Jean replied trying her best not to topple over in laughter.
Bobby was already snickering behind his hand.
"What on earth is going on?" a familiar voice came from the top of the stairs.
"Ma Ma!!" The two boys hollered in joy as they crawled up the stairs to meet their mother.
Bobby got up from the couch and went to help Rogue out with the kids. He picked up Will and she picked up little Logan.
It was then she saw the real Logan standing before her. Snowflakes in his unruly hair and a stern, confused glare on his face.
Jean came to Rogue's aid by taking little Logan away.
"Ok, nap time boys." She said as she and Bobby walked into the upstairs hallway.
"NO NAP!!"
The lobby became silent for a moment as Rogue and Logan stared at each other stunned to be gazing into each other's eyes.
"Twins?" Logan asked sternly.
"Logan." Rogue warned.
"And you're how old?"
"Logan."
"Did you not listen to me when we talked about the responsibilities that came with the bracelet?"
"Logan, wait. I can explain."
"So you ignore my warning and 'bam' you are pregnant? Seventeen is not the age to become a mother."
"Don't you think I know that?"
"I thought you to be more responsible than this, Marie."
"You don't understand! It wasn't my fault!"
"It takes two to have sex, Marie. I told you to be careful around Bobby. I am going to kill him."
"No!! It wasn't Bobby. He had nothing to do with it."
Logan couldn't believe what he was hearing. The situation had gotten from bad to worse.
"Who was it then? Some punk kid looking for a one night stand?"
Rogue couldn't believe what she was hearing. She couldn't believe how ugly this had gotten. She couldn't believe she had to relive her past in this way.
"No. It was a gang. Four men to hold me down by force, one to do the dirty work. I was raped you insensitive jerk."
Logan would later feel a mix of sorrowful emotions, but right now his temper had gotten the best of him. He was pissed.
"Why the hell didn't you tell me?"
"What would have happened if I did? Huh?"
Logan didn't answer. He didn't need to. He had made his feelings perfectly clear early on about teen pregnancy and starting a family at that young of an age.
"You would have pushed for an abortion, hell, given the right tools and instructions you would have done it yourself. Well it sure as hell isn't a decision for you to make!! I don't need you to lecture me on how to keep my pants on and I don't need your advise on how to raise my children!!
"Take a look around. I am better off than other teen mothers. I have a safe secure shelter; people who care for me and who help me out when I need it the most surround me; I have a high school diploma and am working towards a Bachelor's degree. I have done a damn good job without you. I am not the little girl you remember me as, so stop treating me like I'm an infant!! Like it or not I am who I am. You can either stay in my life or stay out of it, it is your choice, but do not ridicule me how to live it."
With that she turned and stomped up the stairs and down the hallway, tears streaming down her face.
Logan stood there dumbstruck. He had some serious thinking to do.
A/N: r/r!
