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

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            Rogue sat on the kitchen counter with a whole gallon of chocolate ice cream on her lap. She spooned a big mouthful back and fourth between the container and her mouth. A half empty jar of pickles sat at her side along with a half eaten donut. Jubilee entered the kitchen and stopped when she saw Rogue.

            "What?" Rogue asked. Melted ice cream dripped down her chin. This was a weird sight. Usually you never saw Rogue eat but when you did, she would pick at it.

            "I just don't want to hear you complain about how fat your getting."

            Rogue dropped the spoon. "Ah'm getting fat?"

            "I wasn't going to say anything but you are getting a little chubby on the hips."

            Seconds later, Jubilee's scream was heard out-through the mansion.

            ***

            "Some things never change." Amara murmured after hearing the familiar scream. As if on cue, Jubilee ran into the living room with Rogue right behind her. St. John didn't respond. He just watched the two with amusement.

            "At least now you're burning some calories!" Jubilee said laughing as she jumped on the couch then off. Rogue jumped off the table and tackled her to the floor before she could run away. "Think about your—" Her face was flushed and she continued to laugh. "—Child."

            "Ah'll—" Rogue suddenly sat up and placed a hand on her stomach. "Oh my gawd." Amara quickly got off the couch, along with John and stood next to Rogue.

            "I broke you." Jubilee gasped and covered her mouth. "Amara— go get Hank." Amara quickly jolted out of the room with John at her feet. "Ohmigosh, Rogue, I am so sorry. Are you okay? Please tell me you're okay!"

            "Ah'm fine.." Rogue whispered looking down. "Ah just got a really weird feelin'." She brought her hand to her mouth. "Oh— an' Ah think Ah'm goin' ta be sick!"

            ***

            "Why do they call it mornin' sickness when ya're sick at all times durin' the day." Rogue groaned rubbing her stomach. "And Ah can't buckle mah pants."

            "Sweat pants." Hank said walking towards her. "I think you should get an ultra sound done. Just to make sure everything is okay in there."

            "In where?"

            Gambit suddenly just busted into the room. "Rogue!?" He looked around the room then ran to her side and grabbed her hands. "Are y' okay? Jube's said she broke y'!"

            "Ah'm fine." Gambit just looked at Hank who nodded.

            "She's fine. Rogue just needs some rest. I have a few phone calls to make."

            After he left the room, Rogue laid her head against Gambit's chest. "Rem? Carry me to mah bed."

            "'Course chére." He smiled and picked her up. "Am I a good servant?"

            She just slowly nodded her head as she drifted off into sleep.

            ***

            "Ah'm not hungry." Gambit's head fell forward. He sighed heavily and set down the tray of food. Rogue looked up at him and gave him a small smile. "Ah ate like four hundred pounds of food alone in the past week."

            "'Dat never stopped y' from eatin' more."

            "Honey?" She motioned for him to come closer. When he did she grabbed the collar to his shirt and pulled him in closer to her face. "Ah eat when Ah'm hungry. Ah don't eat when Ah'm not hungry. Learn ta live with it or.. or.. or..!" She paused. "Ah don't know."

            "Mm.. dat's mon chére.. She never knows what she is talkin' 'bout." She growled at him but he just smirked and patted her head. "Yor hormones gettin' in de way?"

            "Darlin'.. if you value your life.. leave meh alone." She smiled sweetly at him. He leaned down and kissed her forehead.

            "'Cause y' de girlfriend."

            "Yeah.. 'Cause Ah'm the girlfriend.. who is carryin' your child."

            He nodded. "And dat's why Remy is leavin."

            ***

            After Gambit left, Rogue picked up the phone. She hesitated before she dialed. 'Ah'm getting' Remy ta N'Awlins. If he likes it or not.'

            ***

            Gambit walked into his room wearing a pair of boxers. His hair was wet which meant he was in the shower. Rogue was standing in front of the mirror in black sweats and a bra. She stared at her stomach in the mirror, as she turned sideways. It had been two weeks since Jubilee mentioned that she was gaining weight and right now she realized something else.

            "Yo're showin'." Remy noticed walking towards her. Her stomach was gently pushed outwards. It was noticeable. Remy grinned as he wrapped his arms around her waist, picked her up and spun around. "We goin' t' be parents, chére!"

            She laughed and smiled at him. Oh, how he loved her laugh and her smile. But it soon faded. "Oh gawd, Rem, put meh down!" The minute her feet touched the ground she dashed off into the bathroom.

            Remy sighed. That was something he didn't want to get used to. But he still grinned. 'I'm goin' t' be a père.'

            ***

            "Non."

            "Yeah."

            "Non."

            "Yeah."

            "Non."

            "Yeah."

            "Non."

            "Remy Etienne Lebeau!"

            Gambit opened his mouth, thought about what he was going to say, but blurted out words anyway. "Rogue!" It wasn't like he even knew her 'real name.' He gently stroked the side of her cheek. "We not goin' t' Louisiana."

            "An' that's where ya are oh so wrong, darlin'."

            "Non. It be final. We not goin'."

            "It's two 'gainst one, Rem." She placed her hand on her stomach.

            "Oi. 'Dat be cruel, chére."

            She sighed and pouted. "But we won't be leavin' foh a few weeks."

            "Non."

            "Remy."

            "Roguey."

            She stomped her foot. "We're goin'!"

            He glared at her. "Make me."

            Rogue gently touched the side of his face with her hand. "Sugah, Ah'll jus' go there alone an' tell everyone Ah'm pregnant with Remy Lebeau's child an' that Ah love 'im dearly."

            He snorted. "'Dat's instant suicide." She raised her brows. "Non! Y' not goin' 'dere alone."

            "What?" She smirked. "Ya goin' to make meh stay?"

            He slowly walked out of the room. "'Member petite, Remy has his ways."

            "Oh great. Here goes the whole third person talk again."

            ***

            "Do Ah hafta do this?" Rogue asked as she laid down on the white hospital bed in the medical wing. Hank, along with his doctor friend, nodded.

            "You need this done." She, the doctor, said. "Many pregnant woman were supposed to have this already done. Don't you want to make sure the baby is healthy?"

            "Ah jus' don't want an ultra sound." The woman lifted up her shirt and squirted gel on her bare stomach as Hank brought over the monitor and flipped it on. After a short minute she heard a heart beat. "Oh mah gawd." She looked up at the monitor then at Hank. "Go get Remy an' hurry." She smiled at the picture on the screen as Hank hurried out of the room.

            "Weird.." The woman said listening more carefully to the heart beat. Rogue's own heart beat skipped a beat. Was something wrong? The woman looked closer at the screen. "That explains it."

            "What explains what?" Rogue asked, worried and concerned.

            "If I'm not mistaken, you're having twins." She said just as Gambit and Hank entered the room. Gambit stopped dead in his tracks.

            "Merde.. two?" He then passed out right then and right there.

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            To be continued.