"Marie!" Logan said trying to get the attention of his wife.
They had only been married for a month and the words "husband" and "wife" still seemed foreign to him.
Logan and Rogue had dated for two years before tying the knot. Logan was taught not to get attached to anything or anyone. The more you had to live for, the weaker you became. It was rule number one. Well, Rogue had taught him a new lesson: the more you had to live for, the more purposeful your life became. She had told him, after everything she'd been through, that the fact that she was loved, apart of a team, gave her hope. She had always known someone would come for her, that someone would save her.
That someone was him.
He'd saved her, in the beginning, when they had first met. Giving her a ride. A simple gesture that grew into a friendship that grew to be a relationship. The bond would continue to grow until the day they both died. That was something to live for.
He saved her from Magneto. Saved her life by risking his own. A large part of him went into her, and she was the only person who understood him. She was the only one who didn't piss him off. That was something to live for.
He saved her from Magneto, yet again, just two years ago, and that time he made sure the Magneto threat was eliminated. As a result he and Rogue fully realized how much they meant to each other and thus Logan's new and better life began. That was definitely something to live for.
He lived for her. She lived for him. They were both each other's pillar of strength. Rogue still wore his dog tags though, after she claimed she didn't need them anymore. She even wore them on their wedding. She told him it was her "something old".
That thought brought him back to the present and the task at hand.
Rogue sat behind her desk highlighting something and looked up anxiously as he walked into the room.
"Jean has news for us." He told her slowing down his pace as she walked up to meet him.
"Of the good variety?" She asked raising her right eyebrow, a little trick that he taught her when they had way too much time on their hands.
"Of the very good variety."
"You mean we....?"
"Let's go find out."
*~*~*
"What are you saying?" Rogue asked stunned at what she had just heard.
"I am saying, Rogue, that you can have a baby. All we need to do is fertilize the egg outside of your body and then plant it in the womb at the right time and, well, you'll be pregnant." Jean explained.
"And the baby wont get hurt....inside me?"
"You mutant power only applies to you skin, not your internal organs. All we'll have to do is make sure that when you give birth, it doesn't touch your skin. That or we can go caesarean."
Rogue didn't know what to say. She could have a baby. She could have a *baby*. She looked at Logan, right into his eyes. He wanted this just as much as she did. He squeezed her gloved hand giving her reassurance.
"When can we start?"
*~*~*
They found out the news, a couple weeks later. The procedure went as smooth as it could have been and everything seemed to be in order. But it was this moment, this exact moment, in which they would know whether or not it had worked.
Rogue paced, biting her nails, wringing her glove, doing anything that seemed like it would make the time go faster.
Then the moment came.
She almost couldn't look at it, afraid that it would be negative.
Positive.
She walked out of the bathroom at the awaiting crowd.
"Positive." She stated, not fully believing it herself.
Elyot Summers beat Logan to her and hugged first.
"Are you going to have a baby, Auntie Rogue?" He asked standing on his tiptoes looking strangely at her stomach.
"Yes, I am." She said as Logan stood behind her giving her a shoulder rub. Trying to act like he wasn't about to cry tears of joy. Not in front of everyone anyway. Maybe when he was alone.
Elyot scrunched up his face and tilted his head trying to understand.
"Now?" He asked.
Jean laughed as she went up collected her child.
"Not now, sweetie, later, around Christmas." She laughed as she picked up the squirming boy who was beginning to look more like Scott with each passing day.
"Are you going to have a baby too, Mommy? Will Santa bring you one too?"
Everyone laughed and Jean just ruffled his hair, not answering him.
"Yeah, Jean? Will Santa bring us a baby?" Scott asked as he took over kid command and place his son on his shoulders.
Jean gave him a look and then rolled her eyes. She wouldn't give him satisfaction of getting mad.
"Maybe he'll bring triplets. All girls." She said in an overly vivacious tone.
The smile died on Scott's face.
"Sisters!" Elyot squealed in joy.
Everyone just kept on laughing.
"I think Santa will be just delivering Rogue's baby this year." Scott said admitting defeat.
"Or not." Jubilee Drake said clutching her stomach.
Rogue rushed over to Bobby's wife of one year and gave her a hug.
"Ooh! This is going to be so much fun. We can take classes together, pig out together, and together put our husbands through hell." Jubilee exclaimed.
The two girls laughed as Bobby and Logan walked over to each other.
"What the hell did we just get ourselves into?" Logan asked him.
They had only been married for a month and the words "husband" and "wife" still seemed foreign to him.
Logan and Rogue had dated for two years before tying the knot. Logan was taught not to get attached to anything or anyone. The more you had to live for, the weaker you became. It was rule number one. Well, Rogue had taught him a new lesson: the more you had to live for, the more purposeful your life became. She had told him, after everything she'd been through, that the fact that she was loved, apart of a team, gave her hope. She had always known someone would come for her, that someone would save her.
That someone was him.
He'd saved her, in the beginning, when they had first met. Giving her a ride. A simple gesture that grew into a friendship that grew to be a relationship. The bond would continue to grow until the day they both died. That was something to live for.
He saved her from Magneto. Saved her life by risking his own. A large part of him went into her, and she was the only person who understood him. She was the only one who didn't piss him off. That was something to live for.
He saved her from Magneto, yet again, just two years ago, and that time he made sure the Magneto threat was eliminated. As a result he and Rogue fully realized how much they meant to each other and thus Logan's new and better life began. That was definitely something to live for.
He lived for her. She lived for him. They were both each other's pillar of strength. Rogue still wore his dog tags though, after she claimed she didn't need them anymore. She even wore them on their wedding. She told him it was her "something old".
That thought brought him back to the present and the task at hand.
Rogue sat behind her desk highlighting something and looked up anxiously as he walked into the room.
"Jean has news for us." He told her slowing down his pace as she walked up to meet him.
"Of the good variety?" She asked raising her right eyebrow, a little trick that he taught her when they had way too much time on their hands.
"Of the very good variety."
"You mean we....?"
"Let's go find out."
*~*~*
"What are you saying?" Rogue asked stunned at what she had just heard.
"I am saying, Rogue, that you can have a baby. All we need to do is fertilize the egg outside of your body and then plant it in the womb at the right time and, well, you'll be pregnant." Jean explained.
"And the baby wont get hurt....inside me?"
"You mutant power only applies to you skin, not your internal organs. All we'll have to do is make sure that when you give birth, it doesn't touch your skin. That or we can go caesarean."
Rogue didn't know what to say. She could have a baby. She could have a *baby*. She looked at Logan, right into his eyes. He wanted this just as much as she did. He squeezed her gloved hand giving her reassurance.
"When can we start?"
*~*~*
They found out the news, a couple weeks later. The procedure went as smooth as it could have been and everything seemed to be in order. But it was this moment, this exact moment, in which they would know whether or not it had worked.
Rogue paced, biting her nails, wringing her glove, doing anything that seemed like it would make the time go faster.
Then the moment came.
She almost couldn't look at it, afraid that it would be negative.
Positive.
She walked out of the bathroom at the awaiting crowd.
"Positive." She stated, not fully believing it herself.
Elyot Summers beat Logan to her and hugged first.
"Are you going to have a baby, Auntie Rogue?" He asked standing on his tiptoes looking strangely at her stomach.
"Yes, I am." She said as Logan stood behind her giving her a shoulder rub. Trying to act like he wasn't about to cry tears of joy. Not in front of everyone anyway. Maybe when he was alone.
Elyot scrunched up his face and tilted his head trying to understand.
"Now?" He asked.
Jean laughed as she went up collected her child.
"Not now, sweetie, later, around Christmas." She laughed as she picked up the squirming boy who was beginning to look more like Scott with each passing day.
"Are you going to have a baby too, Mommy? Will Santa bring you one too?"
Everyone laughed and Jean just ruffled his hair, not answering him.
"Yeah, Jean? Will Santa bring us a baby?" Scott asked as he took over kid command and place his son on his shoulders.
Jean gave him a look and then rolled her eyes. She wouldn't give him satisfaction of getting mad.
"Maybe he'll bring triplets. All girls." She said in an overly vivacious tone.
The smile died on Scott's face.
"Sisters!" Elyot squealed in joy.
Everyone just kept on laughing.
"I think Santa will be just delivering Rogue's baby this year." Scott said admitting defeat.
"Or not." Jubilee Drake said clutching her stomach.
Rogue rushed over to Bobby's wife of one year and gave her a hug.
"Ooh! This is going to be so much fun. We can take classes together, pig out together, and together put our husbands through hell." Jubilee exclaimed.
The two girls laughed as Bobby and Logan walked over to each other.
"What the hell did we just get ourselves into?" Logan asked him.