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"…Logan…shugah…"
Logan moaned.
"Go 'way!" He growled, turning over.
Rogue licked her lips.
"Logan…"
The said Logan sat up and rubbed his eyes sleepily.
"What th' hell d' yeh want, darlin'? It's fuckin'…three in th' mornin'!"
Rogue looked down.
"Ah'm sorrahy, shugah…" She said nervously.
"But…ah…"
"Just tell me so's I kin go back t' sleep!" Logan snapped.
Rogue cringed.
"Ah'm hungrahy."
Logan raised his eyebrows.
"Yer hungry?" He asked incredulously.
Rogue nodded.
"Ah want…some cheesecake with some shrimp on th' saide."
Logan put a hand to his forehead.
"Rogue, this ain't th' mansion."
He sighed.
"Why th' hell would y' want somethin' so gross?"
Rogue frowned.
"It's not gross," She said defensively.
Logan growled.
"Well y' kin jus' forget about it, cause I'm sure as fuck not spendin' my next three hours in search of an all-night cheesecake-an-seafood bar."
Rogue sighed sadly.
"Please, shugah?" She asked with wide green eyes.
Logan looked away.
"It's not gonna work," He said firmly.
"I don't care how fuckin' big yer eyes get, I'm not goin'."
Rogue leaned her cheek to his back.
"Please…shugah…ah'm hungrahy…" She purred.
Logan felt his defenses quiver.
"No!" He said stubbornly, crossing his arms in front of him.
Rogue slipped around to his front.
"C'mon…please…foah meh…"
Logan glanced at her face and sighed.
"Alright. Fine. I'll go an get yeh a cheesecake with shrimp toppin's."
Rogue wrapped her arms around him and laid her head on his chest.
"Shrimp on th' saide, shugah," She whispered.
Logan rolled his eyes.
"Shrimp on th' side, then," He mumbled.
"Yer really gonna owe me fer this one though."
Rogue grinned and kissed him on the lips.
"Yah're th' best, shugah," She said.
Logan shrugged and slid off the bed.
"Hey, anythin' t' make me more sensitive an carin' than Scooter."
Rogue chucked a pillow at him.
"Go!" She ordered.
"Hey, hey, I'm goin', jeesh. No need t' get nasty on me."
Logan made his way to the door.
"Any last requests?" He asked, pausing with his hand on the knob.
Rogue fidgeted.
"Well…just one…"
He sighed.
"Out with it."
Rogue grinned sheepishly.
"Could yah get meh a jar ahv pickles an some chocolate sauce?"
Logan leaned on the door.
"Is that all?"
Rogue blushed.
"And…some sardines…"
Logan slapped his forehead.
"What is it with you an sardines, darlin'?"
Rogue looked away.
"Ah…ah don't know what yah're talking about, shugah," She lied.
Logan grinned and waved her off as he closed the door.
Rogue waited for a moment before diving to the edge of the mattress and searching for the bag.
"Damn!" She hissed, realizing he must have moved it.
A faint chuckle resounded through the hallways.
Rogue crossed her arms and pouted.
"Not faih," She mumbled, knowing that, despite the several doors and hallways separating them, the aptly codenamed Wolverine could still hear her.
She blew a strand of pure white hair out of her face.
Ah guess ah should take that test now, She thought, swinging her legs over the side of the bed and walking up to where her savaged wedding dress lay in tatters.
Reaching in, her fingers found the secret pocket and closed around the tiny box within, her face pale, lips trembling with nervousness.
"What if it's positahve," She whispered aloud.
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