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            Disclaimer – I don't own X-Men: Evolution

            The main reason I added Cody was 'cause putting him in there would add some real Romyness. I felt like Gam and Rogue's relationship was dull so I added Cody to make their relationship look a litter more.. erm.. yeah.. whatever. Some John/Amara hints.

            ***

            "Good morning, Rogue." Kitty sat at the kitchen table eating a bowl of cereal while flipping through a magazine. She looked up at her and smiled. "My gosh, you look like you didn't get any sleep at all."

            "Ah did." Rogue protested, rubbing the back of her neck. "Jus' not in a comfortable po'stion." Kitty winked. "Get yo mind outtah the guttah, Kit. An' Ah'm already pregnant so stop thinkin' 'bout that."

            "Good morning, ladies." Bobby said walking into the kitchen. He patted Rogue's stomach and then made his way over to the fridge.

            "Excuse—" Rogue put her hands on her hips. Kurt bamf'd in, patted his sister's stomach, then bamf'd over to the fridge. "What gives people the right ta touch mah stomach!?"

            "Ooh, Hey Rogue!" Amara then entered and gently patted her stomach. She then leaned down. "Hiya baby!" She smiled innocently at Rogue.

            Just as Jubilee and Jamie walked into the room, Rogue made her way out. "That's it."

            "Wow. I guess getting knocked up makes a woman cranky." Jubilee commented.

            ***

            Pyro laid stretched out on the couch in the living room. He inhaled deeply then slowly exhaled. For some odd reason he thought about Magneto. How he loathed that tin head.. He closed his eyes. He didn't really mind working for Magneto. He got to use his power as much as he wanted to.. Whenever they fought the X-Men and such. Him and his flamethrower became good friends. He thought about before the joined the Acolytes. John shook his head. No, He didn't want to think about that. He opened his eyes and then sat up to see Amara walking into the room.

            "Oh.. I'll just leave you alone." She smiled and starting to turn around. John frowned. It was like she was scared of him almost.

            "Don't leave, Shelia. Why don't ya come over and have a talk with me?" She looked at him somewhat surprised. She stared at him longingly. Neither of them broke the silence. She stared at his orange hair and then into his deep green eyes. She had never even realized how green they were. "I don't bite." A small smile curved on her lips. He then moved over on the couch to make room for her.

            "So, where are you from?" She mentally smacked herself. He had an Australian accent.. Where else could she think he was from? He just smirked. Then again, Gambit had a thick French accent and he could barely point Europe out on a map.

            "Sydney. Sydney, Australia. What 'bout you?"

            "Nova Roma." He blinked. Where? This was going to be a long conversation.

            ***

            "Yeah, She's being real cranky." Jubilee said to Bobby as they walked down the hall. "I mean, she has Gambit and is carrying his child. No reason to be cranky."

            Bobby put his hand on her shoulder. "I fear this is far too complicated for you. You're sixteen, You still have a lot of learning to do."

            "Oh really, Ice-cube?" She crossed her arms firmly over her chest and stopped walking. "You're only a year old than me."

            "I did a lot of studying on life during that extra year."

            "No, You did a lot of drooling over Amara during that one extra year."

            He smirked. "Sounds like you're jealous, Sparky."

            She reached for his face and ran a finger slowly down his cheek. "Dream on." She then winked at him and made her way down the hall.

            "Hey Bobby, Are yah blushin' or is that a sunburn?" He turned around quickly to see Rogue leaning against the wall with her arms crossed. A small smirk was planted on her face. Instead of responding, he turned on his heel and made his way to the living room.

            "Wow, That's so cool!" He heard Amara gasp from inside. He peeked inside the room to see Amara and John sitting on the couch. John had his lighter in one hand and a flame in another. Bobby grunted as John showed her 'tricks' and 'sculptors' with the fire.

            'That's so stupid.' He slowly turned around and ignored the voices coming from the room. He sighed and shook his head.

            ***

            "Ugh!" Rogue stumbled through her bedroom trying to button up her pajama bottoms. Gambit sat on the bed and watched her with a glimmer of amusement showing in his eyes.

            "Maybe y' shouldn' have had all 'dose choc'late covered donuts." She shot him a look that clearly said 'When-I-button-these-up-these-pants-you're-dead.'

            "Ah was jus' wearin' these pants the othah day!"

            "An' yo've eaten 'nough t' feed an army since 'den." He rubbed his chin. "It looked like it was 'de most yo've eaten all year." She fell over on the bed and landed on her back. She cried out in defeat as she buttoned the last button. She ignored the fact that it was a tight squeeze. Gambit just leaned over and poked her stomach. "Yo're squishin' our kid."

            "He don't mind."

            He laid down next to her, rested his head on her shoulder and rubber her stomach. "He don' mind bein' all cramped up in 'dere?"

            "Yeah, well, he gives meh cramps."

            "Notice we've been callin 'im a he." He smiled. "I do hope 'tis a boy. Remy wants a son."

            "As well as a daughtah?"

            He nodded. "As well."

            "As well as a wife?"

            He nodded. "As—"

            She smiled.

            "Well."

            ***

            "Do you like him?" Amara sat on her bed, brushing her hair as she got ready for bed. She looked up at Bobby surprised. He stood in the doorway to her room.

            "Like who?"

            "Fire-boy."

            She frowned and glared at him. "His name is John. St. John."

            "Sounds like a Catholic school." Bobby muttered sarcastically. Amara got up off her bed and walked over to him. She pointed her hairbrush at him.

            "You don't even know him so stop trying to diss him. He's a really great guy." Fire flamed in her eyes. She looked angry. He felt like an inch tall. She tapped him with her hairbrush and gave him a small smile. "You don't have to act all jealous."

            "I'm not jealous. I just don't like that stupid guy near you!" The minute he said those words, he regretted it. Amara looked at him surprised then charged up. She was flaming. Literally.      

            "Get out."

            "Wha—"

            "Get out!"

            He stormed out of the room. Pyro, who was innocently walking in the hallway, accidentally bumped into him. "Watch where you're going!"

            "Sorry mate.." He watched the younger male stomp down the hall. "Wow-eee. Ragin' hormones."

            ***

            "I hate him. I hate him. I hate him!" Jubilee walked outside. A huge ice chunk aimed for her head. She screamed and zapped it with a spark. Bobby turned around and stared at her surprised. "Sorry Jubes, I didn't see you."

            "Apparently." She muttered wrapping her arms around herself. It was a humid night. Except now the backyard of the mansion looked like a winter wonder land thanks to a certain boy. "You okay, Bobby?"

            "I'm.. fine." He mumbled, creating an ice chair. He sat down in it.

            "Yeah, right." She walked over, grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the chair. "Come with me, Ice-cube." She dragged him over to the side of a house and pointed to the roof. "Make a ladder."

            "Why?"

            "Because I said so!" He did as ordered. A realistic ladder was made from the ground to the roof. "Just follow me." She slowly made her way up the ladder. She wished it wasn't so cold. By the time they reached the roof, her hands were numb.

            "Now what?" He asked looking at her like she was wasting his time. She pointed her index towards the sky and concentrated hard. An energy stream shot from her finger and then into the sky. One after another. The sky turned into a firework show. Bobby couldn't help but smile. He steadied himself and sat down. After a few minutes, she stopped. She figured she got everyone's attention in the whole city. She slowly walked over and sat down next to him.

            "When I was younger, my real parents used to take me outside and my dad would shoot off fire works." She smiled at the old memories. Bobby stared at the side of her face. She rarely talked about her past. All he knew about her before she came to the institute was that she had lived with foster parents. "Beautiful. Weren't they?"

"Yeah." He wrapped his arm around her shoulders. She rested her head on his shoulder and they stared up at the star lite sky.

***

            "Jubilee is her own firework show." Rogue laughed walking off the balcony into her room. Gambit laid on his bed, with his eyes half opened. He was tired. Very tired. "And Bobby made a skating rink out there." She turned off the light and got into bed next to him.

            "'De people 'ere have such weird powers." He muttered closing his eyes all the way. After a few short minutes he slowly drifted off into a slumber.

            ***

            "Oh, Remy, I love you so much!" Rogue said, kicking Cody to the curb. She wrapped her arms around Gambit's neck and kissed him passionately.

            "But Rogue, I love ya!" Cody cried. A heel print from her shoe was visible on his forehead. It was from when she kicked him down to go hug Gambit.

            "Ah'm sorry but Ah love mah man ovah here!"

            Cody sniffled. "But I love ya!"     

            "Blow 'im up, sugah."

            Gambit grinned. "Mon pleasure, chére."

            Cody's mouth opened wide like he was going to scream but instead Rogue's voice came out. "Remy?"

            "What 'da.."

            "Remy!" Rogue's voice came out of his mouth again. "Are you awake?"

            ***

            Gambit's eyes popped open. Rogue sat next to him and gave him a strange look. "You were drooling." She paused. "Are you awake?"

            "Remy is now." He rubbed his eyes. "What's wrong, chére?"

            "Ah want a pretzel."

            He blinked. "We don't have a pretzel."

            "Go downstairs an' look foh one." She pouted. He wasn't the only would who could look irresistible when they pouted. "Puh-lease." He mumbled some words in French and then dragged himself out of bed. "Thank ya, sugah."

            "Yeah, yeah, yeah." He returned to her several minutes later. "We got no pretzels." He found his way back into bed and closed his eyes. He heard her sigh loudly. He opened one eye and stared at her.

            "Ah really want some pretzels."

            "We got none."

            "Ah know but Ah really want some.."

            "An' y' want yor lovin' boyfriend t' go an' get some?"

            She smiled and nodded at him.

            "Merde."

            "Ah'd do it foh you." She rubbed her stomach.

            He patted her stomach. "But 'dey goin' t' end up in 'de toilet t'morrow mornin'."

            "Remy." She gave him another pout. He sighed but didn't move. She sat up and before he knew it, she started crying. "All Ah want is some pretzels an' ya won't even get me 'em." She sniffled.

            "Aw, Roguey, don' cry." He sat up next to her.

            "But Ah want some pretzels.." She slowly made her way out of bed. "Ah guess Ah'll go walk ta the store ta get 'em and—" Sniff. "Hope no one mugs meh."

            He groaned and stumbled out of bed. "Fine. I'll go an' get y' pretzels." He mumbled even more words in French as he walked over to the closet and got changed. "Anythin' else y' want 'cause Remy ain't goin back."

            "Chocolate puddin'. Oh! An' some pickles. An' .. ice cream an' how 'bout some oranges." He raised an eye brow. The concept of all that mixed together in his mind made him feel sick. "An' make sure ya get soft pretzels. Not the hard kind. An' make sure they ain't all that salty."

            "Oui madam." He muttered opening the door. "Remy shall be back."

            ***

            Nearly twenty minutes he finally got back. He ended up having to go to several different stores. The time seemed to go extra slow. He walked back into his room to find Rogue sound asleep. He gently tapped her shoulder.

            "Roguey, Remy is back.. wit' 'de stuff y' wanted."

            She groaned and rolled over. "Ah'm not hungry anymore."

            His face fell.

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            A tad bit longer than the last chapter. Hope y'all liked this chapter. I'm going to work on the next chapter to my other X-Men fic now then go back to this. So the next chapter for this won't be up for a few days now.

           

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