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a/n: HEY! I'm not done! Hehe, two reviewers thought I was done, I'm NOT!
Lol, it ain't over till I say THE END!! Ok, so, there are a few more
chapters cause I just couldn't end it that way! ok, another vaca tomorrow..
but, this is a LOONNNG chapter, and, with luck, I'll be able to finish as
before I leave! Bear with me, enjoy the story, and guess what! My nose is
mostly better now! I can go swimming again! Yaya! Ok, well, REVIEW! And
enjoy this..
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"Hey kid." Logan drawled as he walked into Marie's bedroom. It was the day after the birth and Marie stood over Love's basinet, staring lovingly down at the babies form, "How are you doing?"
"I'm ok," Marie said quietly, still gazing down at her newborn, "A little tired I guess."
"That's not what I mean and you know it," Logan said, standing protectively behind her.
"I can touch her Logan," Marie said, her eyes fixed on the bassinet, "She came from me, and I can touch her .. And yet, I don't know what to do with her."
"What do you mean Marie?" Logan said gently, turning her around to face him.
Marie took a shaky breath and began to speak, "I love her Logan, and it's amazing how much I love her already. But I can't be a mother, I can't even look at her eyes, they are just like his! What do I say to her when she asks me who her father was? Where her father is? What do I tell her then Logan!?" Marie's face began to flush and a tear dripped softly down her cheek, "I see her, and I love the little angel that she is, but, at the same time, I hate her, for how she came to be was possibly the worst moment of my life. How can I take care of her, when I can't even look in her eyes?!"
Marie was full on sobbing now, and Logan wrapped his arms around her tightly, smoothing her hair with his large callused hands.
"Shh," He hushed her softly, his voice rough, "Everything is gonna be alright, I know it will be."
Marie pulled away from him for a second, looking deeply into his mahogany eyes, her cheeks shining with wet tear trails.
"Scott made me an offer," Marie said, looking down once more, "He told me that Jean's parents live in Ohio, and that they would be willing to take care of Love, at least until I am ready to be her mother."
Logan looked sadly down at the baby Love, his heart was aching, but he knew that Marie needed this; she needed time to accept what had happened to her, to find happiness again.
"You should do it," He said gruffly, his face blank and flat, "You need the time."
"You don't want me to though," Marie said sadly, stroking Love's soft cheek, "You think it's a bad decision."
"I don't Marie!" Logan said forcefully, turning her to face him once again, "You need this! And I want what's best for the woman that I love."
Logan covered his mouth with his hand after he realized what had been said.
Marie leaned towards him and fell into his arms, pressing her nose up against his broad chest.
"I love you Logan," Marie said softly, her voice muffled my his shirt fabric, "But I'm just not ready for anything-"
"I know," Logan cut her off, wrapping his arms tightly around her, "I know."
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The next morning Love left, and Marie cried. Everyone told her what she was doing was right, that it was the right choice. But still, she cried. She cried until she could almost feel her heart breaking inside of her, and shattering into a thousand fragments of what was once her life.
Logan didn't cry.
He smashed a lamp in his room, he cut long gashes in his shoulders, but he didn't cry.
That night was cold, and Logan layered himself with three large quilts, but he still felt it. As he shivered desperately beneath the blankets, he heard a soft noise, something so slight that only a Wolverine could hear it. Logan sat bolt upright in his bed, staring silently at the door.
It was Marie.
"Hi Logan," she said cautiously, lingering quietly in the doorframe.
"Marie, what's wrong?" Logan said with fright, his head whipping around and searching for danger.
"Nothing's wrong," Marie said, "I just-"
"What Marie?" Logan asked, gently this time.
"Come down and get some ice cream with me?" Marie asked sweetly, looking at Logan expectantly.
"Sure kid," Logan grumbled kindly, "Ice cream it is."
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"Man you'll go for anything as long as it includes beer," Marie speculated as she sat at the kitchen counter minutes later.
"Hey, who's idea was it to get the ice cream?" Logan said cynically, sitting down across from her with a can of Budweiser.
"Point taken," Marie said, shoveling herself a spoonful of Haagen Daz, "You can drink as much as you want."
"Marie," Logan said after they ate in silence for a while, "What was the real reason you came to my room tonight?"
Marie delicately sat her spoon down and wiped her face on a napkin before speaking.
"I needed to be with you," she said honestly, looking up to meet his stare, " no matter how sad I am, I can't stop loving you."
Logan shivered, but he knew it was not from the cold. In the spur of the moment he reached across the counter and grabbed her face in his hands, enveloping her mouth in a sweet, gentle kiss.
Marie felt warm and fuzzy all over; it was as if the whole world around her didn't exist. When his lips finally left hers he looked down shamefully.
"Marie, I'm sorry," Logan said, his eyes on the ground, "That was wrong of me, I won't-"
But Marie had already gone over to him, and her lips were on his again. Logan consented, and pulled Marie up into his arms, kissing her everywhere he could reach.
"Oh Jesus you're beautiful," Logan said as he trailed kisses down her neck. Marie moaned in reply and let her hands explore the expanse of skin that was his bare back.
"Do you wanna go up to my ." Logan said softly, but trailed off as he looked at Marie with concern.
"Yes," Marie answered without hesitation, still clinging to Logan as if she'd never let go.
"Are you sure?" Logan said, tracing the white streak in her hair with his finger.
"Yes," Marie said again, her voice hoarse and rough, and her eyes looking up at Logan with nothing short of worship, "With anyone else, no, but with you, yes."
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The night was still cold, but their love made it warm.
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Logan lay in his bed that morning, opening his eyes slowly and the sunlight filtered through his window. Marie was still sleeping peacefully in his arms, and he brushed his lips across her forehead when he awoke.
"Logan?" She asked sleepily, her voice still thick from slumber.
"Yea darlin'" Logan said hoarsely, propping himself up on one arm.
"That was ." Marie started, but trailed off at a loss for words.
"Damn good?" Logan offered, smiling one of his rare grins.
"Yea," Marie said happily, "That was damn good."
"Why thank you doll," Logan said, putting on a slight mobster accent, "I did my best."
Marie laughed gleefully, and the sound made Logan's heart swell up. It had been so long since he had heard her laugh.
"Hey Logan?" Marie said, snuggling closer to his muscled chest, "I was thinking, that maybe, if I got Love back, you could be.."
"Her father?" Logan cut in gruffly, and a trace of fear showed on Marie's face.
"Well, it was just a suggestion if you don't want to then-" Marie hurriedly added, but Logan cut her off once more.
"I'd be honored Marie," Logan said, smiling widely, "But only on one condition."
"What?" Marie asked him curiously, her eyes narrowing.
"If I could also have the honor of having you as my wife," Logan said sincerely, his tone soft and low, "What do ya say?"
"Yes!" Marie squealed joyfully, kissing Logan squarely on the mouth, "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!"
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A/n: ok, well, that's not the end, next chapter is the epilogue, but thats pretty , much it for me. I'll thank you all in the next author's note, REVIEW!
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"Hey kid." Logan drawled as he walked into Marie's bedroom. It was the day after the birth and Marie stood over Love's basinet, staring lovingly down at the babies form, "How are you doing?"
"I'm ok," Marie said quietly, still gazing down at her newborn, "A little tired I guess."
"That's not what I mean and you know it," Logan said, standing protectively behind her.
"I can touch her Logan," Marie said, her eyes fixed on the bassinet, "She came from me, and I can touch her .. And yet, I don't know what to do with her."
"What do you mean Marie?" Logan said gently, turning her around to face him.
Marie took a shaky breath and began to speak, "I love her Logan, and it's amazing how much I love her already. But I can't be a mother, I can't even look at her eyes, they are just like his! What do I say to her when she asks me who her father was? Where her father is? What do I tell her then Logan!?" Marie's face began to flush and a tear dripped softly down her cheek, "I see her, and I love the little angel that she is, but, at the same time, I hate her, for how she came to be was possibly the worst moment of my life. How can I take care of her, when I can't even look in her eyes?!"
Marie was full on sobbing now, and Logan wrapped his arms around her tightly, smoothing her hair with his large callused hands.
"Shh," He hushed her softly, his voice rough, "Everything is gonna be alright, I know it will be."
Marie pulled away from him for a second, looking deeply into his mahogany eyes, her cheeks shining with wet tear trails.
"Scott made me an offer," Marie said, looking down once more, "He told me that Jean's parents live in Ohio, and that they would be willing to take care of Love, at least until I am ready to be her mother."
Logan looked sadly down at the baby Love, his heart was aching, but he knew that Marie needed this; she needed time to accept what had happened to her, to find happiness again.
"You should do it," He said gruffly, his face blank and flat, "You need the time."
"You don't want me to though," Marie said sadly, stroking Love's soft cheek, "You think it's a bad decision."
"I don't Marie!" Logan said forcefully, turning her to face him once again, "You need this! And I want what's best for the woman that I love."
Logan covered his mouth with his hand after he realized what had been said.
Marie leaned towards him and fell into his arms, pressing her nose up against his broad chest.
"I love you Logan," Marie said softly, her voice muffled my his shirt fabric, "But I'm just not ready for anything-"
"I know," Logan cut her off, wrapping his arms tightly around her, "I know."
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The next morning Love left, and Marie cried. Everyone told her what she was doing was right, that it was the right choice. But still, she cried. She cried until she could almost feel her heart breaking inside of her, and shattering into a thousand fragments of what was once her life.
Logan didn't cry.
He smashed a lamp in his room, he cut long gashes in his shoulders, but he didn't cry.
That night was cold, and Logan layered himself with three large quilts, but he still felt it. As he shivered desperately beneath the blankets, he heard a soft noise, something so slight that only a Wolverine could hear it. Logan sat bolt upright in his bed, staring silently at the door.
It was Marie.
"Hi Logan," she said cautiously, lingering quietly in the doorframe.
"Marie, what's wrong?" Logan said with fright, his head whipping around and searching for danger.
"Nothing's wrong," Marie said, "I just-"
"What Marie?" Logan asked, gently this time.
"Come down and get some ice cream with me?" Marie asked sweetly, looking at Logan expectantly.
"Sure kid," Logan grumbled kindly, "Ice cream it is."
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"Man you'll go for anything as long as it includes beer," Marie speculated as she sat at the kitchen counter minutes later.
"Hey, who's idea was it to get the ice cream?" Logan said cynically, sitting down across from her with a can of Budweiser.
"Point taken," Marie said, shoveling herself a spoonful of Haagen Daz, "You can drink as much as you want."
"Marie," Logan said after they ate in silence for a while, "What was the real reason you came to my room tonight?"
Marie delicately sat her spoon down and wiped her face on a napkin before speaking.
"I needed to be with you," she said honestly, looking up to meet his stare, " no matter how sad I am, I can't stop loving you."
Logan shivered, but he knew it was not from the cold. In the spur of the moment he reached across the counter and grabbed her face in his hands, enveloping her mouth in a sweet, gentle kiss.
Marie felt warm and fuzzy all over; it was as if the whole world around her didn't exist. When his lips finally left hers he looked down shamefully.
"Marie, I'm sorry," Logan said, his eyes on the ground, "That was wrong of me, I won't-"
But Marie had already gone over to him, and her lips were on his again. Logan consented, and pulled Marie up into his arms, kissing her everywhere he could reach.
"Oh Jesus you're beautiful," Logan said as he trailed kisses down her neck. Marie moaned in reply and let her hands explore the expanse of skin that was his bare back.
"Do you wanna go up to my ." Logan said softly, but trailed off as he looked at Marie with concern.
"Yes," Marie answered without hesitation, still clinging to Logan as if she'd never let go.
"Are you sure?" Logan said, tracing the white streak in her hair with his finger.
"Yes," Marie said again, her voice hoarse and rough, and her eyes looking up at Logan with nothing short of worship, "With anyone else, no, but with you, yes."
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The night was still cold, but their love made it warm.
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Logan lay in his bed that morning, opening his eyes slowly and the sunlight filtered through his window. Marie was still sleeping peacefully in his arms, and he brushed his lips across her forehead when he awoke.
"Logan?" She asked sleepily, her voice still thick from slumber.
"Yea darlin'" Logan said hoarsely, propping himself up on one arm.
"That was ." Marie started, but trailed off at a loss for words.
"Damn good?" Logan offered, smiling one of his rare grins.
"Yea," Marie said happily, "That was damn good."
"Why thank you doll," Logan said, putting on a slight mobster accent, "I did my best."
Marie laughed gleefully, and the sound made Logan's heart swell up. It had been so long since he had heard her laugh.
"Hey Logan?" Marie said, snuggling closer to his muscled chest, "I was thinking, that maybe, if I got Love back, you could be.."
"Her father?" Logan cut in gruffly, and a trace of fear showed on Marie's face.
"Well, it was just a suggestion if you don't want to then-" Marie hurriedly added, but Logan cut her off once more.
"I'd be honored Marie," Logan said, smiling widely, "But only on one condition."
"What?" Marie asked him curiously, her eyes narrowing.
"If I could also have the honor of having you as my wife," Logan said sincerely, his tone soft and low, "What do ya say?"
"Yes!" Marie squealed joyfully, kissing Logan squarely on the mouth, "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!"
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A/n: ok, well, that's not the end, next chapter is the epilogue, but thats pretty , much it for me. I'll thank you all in the next author's note, REVIEW!
