Father and Son
Chapter One
" Devon, hurry the hell up!!!"
Logan was irritated with his son. Devon was normally on time. Sheila, Devon's twin, sat in the back of Logan's car, determinedly not looking at him.
Logan agitatedly lit a cigar and stared up at his son's window. They were already ten minutes late for the wedding.
" One more minute, Dad!" Called Devon, over the clacking of the computer keys.
" We don't have one more minute, Devon! Remy's gonna' kill me if I miss his wedding! Now get off your damn computer and get down here!!!" Shouted the mutant commonly called Wolverine, taking a hurried drag from his Cuban.
" I just finished, down in a sec!"
The clacking abruptly stopped and there was a moment of silence before Devon burst out the front doors of the mansion. His navy blue suit was rumpled and his tie was slung around his neck halfheartedly.
Logan swore at his son's appearance and commanded that he tie his tie properly while climbing into his black Viper. Devon obeyed then also got into the car.
" I'm the best man fercrissakes!!! The Cajun's gonna' kill me!!!" Ranted Logan, speeding away from the mansion.
" Sorry, Dad, but I was finishing my new computer program." Explained Devon, slightly ashamed.
Logan shot him an aggravated look but said nothing.
The rest of the ride passed in silence. Devon was consumed with thoughts of his computer program and was slightly annoyed that he'd had to leave it for the wedding. But it was Gambit's wedding, after all, his dad's best friend. And Gambit had always treated Devon more like a younger brother than anything else so it was all right, he supposed.
Devon was an average looking young man with silver hair and blue eyes. He was seventeen years old and had been at the X-mansion for five years, ever since his mother died. He missed her, but the pain was bearable now. Devon wasn't sure if the same was true for his father.
Logan had been crushed after Spark's death. For no good reason Devon could see, Logan blamed himself for it and probably always would. Whenever Genevieve was mentioned, Logan went quiet and his defenses went up. He wouldn't talk about her, he never had. Devon had given up ont trying to get his father to talk about it.
They hurriedly pulled into the parking lot of the church and they all raced out of the car. Logan jogged into the chapel ahead of his children. Gambit was waiting at the altar and relief flooded his features when he saw Logan.
" Ya' sure took yer' sweet time gettin' here, mon ami." Gambit muttered when Logan joined him at the altar.
" Sorry."
Devon and Sheila slipped into one of the pews and the service began.
Logan watched as Angel walked down the aisle and couldn't help but think back to his own wedding. This brought back the memories of Genevieve. Sweet, Genevieve. His wife. He felt a lump form in his throat as he thought about her. Five years since her death and he still couldn't even think about her without choking up. But this wasn't the place. This was Gambit's wedding and he should be happy for his friend. Logan cleared his throat and pushed the thoughts away.