Disclaimer: I don't own anyone except the twins, Lynn and Becca. Thanks to Emily for all the beta reading and endless encouragement.
It soon became apparent that Lynn took after her daddy in that she would sleep all day. She would peacefully pass the day on any available warm surface including the Professor. You could often find Logan, Hank or even Bishop morosely watching daytime TV while she got her beauty sleep. Bobby quickly learned she was a great excuse for getting out of chores, for the slightest movement and she'd wake up screaming. She'd spend the night exercising her lungs, much to everyone's chagrin. Her howl even reached the attic with startling clarity. It got the point where it wasn't unusual to find a contingent of X men sleeping in the Danger Room since it was at least soundproof.
Scott and Jean had taken off for Muir Island to devote their energies toward Rachel. Rogue watched it all from a wistful distance. While Remy had proposed to Rogue with his Grannies' ring the night of Lynns' birth, they both realized that babies of there own were not in the forseeable future. She felt it unsafe to hold the fussy baby, shuddering at would happen at the lightest skin contact
After a thunderous fight, Logan allowed Becca to arrange a christening for Lynn. A local priest came to our chapel. Storm, Xavier, Betsy, Jubillee, Kitty, Bishop, Remy and Rogue were in attendance. When the question of "Who will be the godfather of this child?" was asked, "I will" boomed from the back of the chapel.
Spinning, we all were greeted with the sight of Magneto, in full costume. Charles visibly started and Remy pulled out a softly glowing card. "Put a lid on it." snarled Logan. Rogue looked at him in surprise, where he was holding his howling daughter. "Is this any way to treat an invited guest?" Eric intoned, making his way to the front to embrace an uncomfortable looking Becca. He even stayed for cake afterward and played a game of chess with Charles but no one ever explained how our most formidable foe became godfather to Wolverines' first child. Logan certainly was never forthcoming with an explanation.
It was actually an idyllic time. Sinister and Apocalypse hadn't been sighted for a number of years. Sabretooth had joined the previous spring so we had mostly accepted him by then. Magneto made visits instead of attacks, bringing presents and taking Becca out for lunch periodically. Mystique was bunking with Excaliber, and there was no anti mutant legislation hanging in the balance. There was the occasional human vs mutant idiocy spurred largely by a group calling themselves the Global Human Liberation Committee. How can you take a group that calls itself a committee seriously? If only we'd known...
It soon became apparent that Lynn took after her daddy in that she would sleep all day. She would peacefully pass the day on any available warm surface including the Professor. You could often find Logan, Hank or even Bishop morosely watching daytime TV while she got her beauty sleep. Bobby quickly learned she was a great excuse for getting out of chores, for the slightest movement and she'd wake up screaming. She'd spend the night exercising her lungs, much to everyone's chagrin. Her howl even reached the attic with startling clarity. It got the point where it wasn't unusual to find a contingent of X men sleeping in the Danger Room since it was at least soundproof.
Scott and Jean had taken off for Muir Island to devote their energies toward Rachel. Rogue watched it all from a wistful distance. While Remy had proposed to Rogue with his Grannies' ring the night of Lynns' birth, they both realized that babies of there own were not in the forseeable future. She felt it unsafe to hold the fussy baby, shuddering at would happen at the lightest skin contact
After a thunderous fight, Logan allowed Becca to arrange a christening for Lynn. A local priest came to our chapel. Storm, Xavier, Betsy, Jubillee, Kitty, Bishop, Remy and Rogue were in attendance. When the question of "Who will be the godfather of this child?" was asked, "I will" boomed from the back of the chapel.
Spinning, we all were greeted with the sight of Magneto, in full costume. Charles visibly started and Remy pulled out a softly glowing card. "Put a lid on it." snarled Logan. Rogue looked at him in surprise, where he was holding his howling daughter. "Is this any way to treat an invited guest?" Eric intoned, making his way to the front to embrace an uncomfortable looking Becca. He even stayed for cake afterward and played a game of chess with Charles but no one ever explained how our most formidable foe became godfather to Wolverines' first child. Logan certainly was never forthcoming with an explanation.
It was actually an idyllic time. Sinister and Apocalypse hadn't been sighted for a number of years. Sabretooth had joined the previous spring so we had mostly accepted him by then. Magneto made visits instead of attacks, bringing presents and taking Becca out for lunch periodically. Mystique was bunking with Excaliber, and there was no anti mutant legislation hanging in the balance. There was the occasional human vs mutant idiocy spurred largely by a group calling themselves the Global Human Liberation Committee. How can you take a group that calls itself a committee seriously? If only we'd known...