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"He passed out?" Ray questioned obviously as Piotr dragged the unconscious pyromaniac out of the room. "I'm not going in there any time soon."
"Ohmigosh!" Jubilee jumped up and down excitedly. "She gave birth to the first baby!"
"Would never have figured that out." Bobby mumbled at the crying sound coming from the room they stood outside of.
"Boy or girl?" Jubilee asked, appearing into the room. She saw Storm kneeling down over at the other bed where the pot of water and towels were. Kitty got down next to her, offering to wash off the baby. It wasn't until Ororo was back on her feet and over by Rogue when she had finally answered.
"Girl." She stated with a smile. Remy's face paled as Rogue sighed happily. "No time to relax now, Rogue. We still have another baby on the way."
"One is good enough." Rogue groaned, letting go of her boyfriend's hand. Almost immediately after she did, she grabbed it back. "Next time, you're givin' birth."
He kissed the top of head. "Of course I will, mon amour. But I can't if you keep preventing the blood from circulating in my hand."
"Don't be a smart-ass when—" Her eyes suddenly went wide as pain waved through her body, reminding her that she was only halfway done. "Oh my gawd." She realized, scrunching up her face in pain. The second Lebeau was on its way.
***
"It's kind of pitiful that more than half of us left." Jean mumbled as they got into her SUV. "St. John and Amara had no excuse."
"Pyro couldn't sit still." Scott reminded her, glancing sideways at her from beneath his ruby red glasses. He stared at her as she got into the driver's seat. "Jean, dear? Aren't you forgetting someone?"
Her eyes suddenly went wide. "Professor!"
***
Snip.
Remy watched in horror as Ororo snipped off the umbilical chord. Settled in her arms was his son. It was his crying newborn son. Rogue finally let go of his hand, which was how numb; he could barely feel his fingers, but he barely noticed.
"We did it." He realized as the African American woman walked over to the other bed and gently washed off his son.
"We?" His girlfriend protested, scrunching up her forehead. "I did it, buddy." She collapsed down, and sighed heavily. "But since it takes two ta tango, I'll give ya half credit."
"Merci." He leaned over and kissed the side of her forehead. "How you feelin' chére?"
"How do you.. think I feel after givin' birth ta two.. kids.." Her eyes slowly started to drop as her brain became fuzzy with tiredness. "Tired.. darlin'.."
"Let her sleep." Kitty walked over to the Cajun, holding his daughter. "I believe someone here is waiting for her daddy." She handed him the bundle that was wrapped in a white blanket. The first thing he did was, in a gingerly manner, unwrap the blanket, and count all her toes and fingers. She had pink velvety skin that was smooth to the touch. "She's beautiful."
"Oui." Remy softly agreed, not taking his eyes off her. "Oui."
***
Remy stood in the medical wing, outside Rogue's room. Hank and Ororo were both in there with his newborn babies, and his girlfriend. He dreaded calling her his girlfriend, because she was much more than that. He was the woman he loved and was the mother of his children.
"Look at the father." Jubilee smiled up at Remy as she walked up the hall, Bobby at her heels. "I used to have a crush on you. And now, you're a father, and I'm not even the mother."
"May I remind you that your boyfriend is standing behind you?" Bobby said, placing his hand on her shoulder.
"Y'know Rem—" Kitty phased through the wall on the opposite side of him, holding a plastic bag. "Katherine is such a great name. Katherine Lebeau."
"Katherine?" Jubilee made a face. "He's going to name her Jubilation and name the boy Robert." She glanced behind her and smiled sweetly at Bobby.
"Right." Kitty mumbled, rolling her eyes as she walked through the wall, into Rogue's room.
"In all the years I've lived here, I've never gotten used to her doing that." Bobby commented shuddering slightly, making Jubilee nod her head.
"Is Rogue alright?" A breathless Scott asked, hurrying down the hallway, Jean behind him. "What about the—"
"They're fine." Remy answered, smirking slightly. "T'anks for your concern, homme. Boy an' fille."
"Ooh!" Jean squealed, folding her hands together. "Have you picked out names yet? You should name them Emma and Peter, or Elizabeth and Brian, or—" She bit down on her lower lip as she tried to think of more names. "I've always been fond of the name Rachel.."
"Then you name your kid that." Remy stated, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. "Whenever you have 'em, that is."
"Remy?" Hank walked out of the room, a wide smile present on his face. "Rogue would like to see you." With a nod, Remy walked past him and into the room, right as Ororo was walking out.
"Ooh Bobby!" Jubilee wrapped her arms around Bobby's arm. "I want to have a baby!" That received a grunt from Ray, who was leaning against the wall.
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"I can already feel my boobs startin' ta get sore." Rogue commented without even glancing who see who entered the room. "I feel like a deflated beach ball."
"You look magnificent, chére."
"Nope." She stared down at the sleeping infants in her arms. "I still feel like one." Now, she glanced up at him, her tired grey-green eyes met his. "Want to hold one? I'd get up an' give ya one but mah episiotomy stitches make me walk like a duck."
He almost smirked, knowing that she would most likely complain for several days, or months. He did, however, smile as he picked up his son. Or, so he thought it was his boy, but they looked the same, being wrapped up and all. "Guess everythin' changes from this day forward, eh?"
"Everything changed the day I found out I was pregnant, Rem." She said as she stifled a yawn.
"Why don't we let mère sleep?" He asked the sleeping infant. He looked up at Rogue with a grin plastered on his face. "See? He's not complainin'."
"That's your daughter."
"Oh."
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"Hello Remy." Professor Xavier greeted the young male as he wheeled down the hall. "How does it feel to be a father?"
"Old."
Charles chuckled as if he had made a joke. "Congratulations."
Remy eyed him suspiciously. "What? You gonna t' tell me that Charles would make a great name fo' my son?"
"Now that you mentioned it, I've always been partial to the name David.."
Remy's dinning groan had drowned out of the rest of the sentence.
***
There was no way possible Rogue was going to sleep now. The second Remy left the small room the two babies started crying. She knew she would have to get used to this. Against the will of the exhausted muscles in her body, she pulled herself out of bed and hobbled over to her babies.
"Rogue!" Ororo walked into the room and rushed over to the Southerner. "Get back in bed, child. They're probably just hungry, I'll take them over."
Child.
The word slapped Rogue across the face. Realization had hit. She was a mere child herself. She was a "mere" child with two babies of her own now. When she sat back down on the bed, she felt tears stinging in her eyes. Rogue knew the true emotion behind them, and she knew it had more to do than her hormones still being out of whack.
"Have you thought of any names yet?" Ororo asked, delicately picking up one of the twins. When she turned back to Rogue, the smile on her face faded at the sight of tears falling down Rogue's cheeks. "Rogue? What's wrong?"
"Nothing." When a sob escaped from her lips, they both knew it was nothing.
***
"And so it begins." Ray mumbled as the distant sound of crying could be heard. Jubilee elbowed him hard in the ribs.
"If you don't like it then leave." She turned to Bobby. "C'mon, lets go. I need to go pick up some ear plugs."
Wow. Ray thought with amusement. She has him whipped.
***
How do you ask the woman who just gave birth to your children to marry you? Remy was clueless and it all felt so awkward. One would think the only reason he wanted to marry her was because she was the mother of his children. But since when did Remy care about what other people thought? Hello, he was an ex-thief slash assassin for trying out loud.
"Congratulations mate." A groggily sounding Pyro said, yawning as he rubbed his eyes.
"T'anks ami."
"That's Pyro." St. John said, yawning again as he stretched out his arms. "Can't believe I passed the hell out." Remy only gave him a 'mmhmm' in response. "You're goin' to make a great father, too." The pyromaniac said with a grin. "So what—"
"Boy an' girl."
"Name 'em Jack and Jill! Phil and Lil! Ricky and Lucy! Bonnie and Cyde!" He bit down on his lower lip as he tried to think of more pairings, but Remy put his hand up.
"Stop. I'm sick of people suggestin' names. Me and Rogue can do it ourselves."
"Speaking of Rogue, why ain't ya with her? She just—"
Remy sighed and stood up. His friend had a point. Why was he sitting around in the living room while his soon-to-be wife was laying alone in the medical room.
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Breast-feeding.
Just hearing it made Rogue make a face. Ororo had explained it would be healthy for the babies, which it would provide them with nutrients but that didn't stop her from making a face of disgust. It turned out the twins weren't hungry—yet. So, with a relieved sigh, Rogue pulled up the side of the medical robe.
"You going to be all right?" The Weather witch asked, gently stroking the side of the Southerner's cheek. The dried up tears weren't as noticeable as her red and puffy eyes.
Rogue just shrugged as a small smile found its way on her lips. She stared across at the two bassinets, her mind wandered to the two infants, remembering their eyes, which she was in complete awe of their eyes. Her daughter took after her father's eyes, having these crimson red eyes over a black blanket of sea, while the boy had unique eyes. His left eye resembled his father's eyes but his right eye didn't. The right eye was a dark jade green color over the black sea of darkness. Well. She decided with a yawn. It is in their genes.
"I'm here if you need me." Storm said to her, gently patting her cheek as Remy walked in. "I'll let you two be." Rogue heard Remy mumble something to Ororo as she walked past him, shutting the door behind her.
"Do you want me t' leave?" Gambit asked, as their eyes met. He pointed behind him, at the door. "I'll understand, chére."
"Non." She decided with a smile as she leaned forward and patted the empty spot near the middle of the bed. "I could use the company. Plus, if they start cryin', you're gettin' up."
"Fair enough." He smirked down at her as he slowly walked over and sat down, with his hands resting in the pockets of his trench coat.
"I can't stop thinkin' of names." Rogue admitted, blushing slightly. "I never thought much of it while I was pregnant. Hell, I never thought about what life would be like after the twins were born."
He gave her a slight nod. "I know what you mean. I don't even feel ready for this." The Cajun took one hand out of his pocket and then reached over and took her hand. "But I do know what I'm ready for, Rogue."
The sudden seriousness in the tone of his voice made her pulse race. "An' what's that, Rem?" He took out his other hand and handed her a small velvet jewelry box. "How romantic. After I give birth."
"I wanted t' do it before but you had a pretty good grip on mon hand, petit'."
That was worth an eye roll. "Sorry about that. Squeezin' two kids out of my uterus was kind of painful."
"I love you." He stated, with a grin. This was his Rogue. His chére. "So, what do you say?"
"To what?" Both of their eyes wandered down to the small box placed in her hand. "Oh." With her other hand, she opened the box.. very slowly. "Oh, Remy.."
"So, Rogue, will you marry me?" His voice lacked any enthusiasm.
"Perhaps when you don't sound like you are giving out a prison sentence I will."
"Spendin' the rest of my life wit' you will be like prison." He taunted. His eyes glimmered with amusement.
"Gee Rem." Rogue bit down on her lower lip. "I don't think I'm ready for such a big commitment. I don't even think I'm ready to get intimate."
Just hearing how serious she sounded, made him smirk. "So you're not ready for marriage life? Or ready to settle down and have kids?" Her eyes began to get glossy, and he noticed it immediately. It was then when he had noticed her red eyes. He reached up and gently touched her cheek. "What's wrong? You know I was just kiddin', hahn?" He brushed strands of white hair out from her face and tucked them securely behind her ears.
"I'm just tired." She lied, smiling nervously at him. "While they're asleep, I think I'll try to catch some shut eye."
"What about..?"
"Remy.. Of course I'll marry you." Rogue leaned in, giving him a quick peck on the lips. "Now leave before I get emotional."
He slid off the bed and planted a kiss on her forehead. "Sweet dreams, chére."
***
Sweet dreams? Yeah right. Rogue wanted to shove those words down her soon-to-be husband's throat.
"What do I do?" Rogue was in a panic as she stared down at the crying twins. "C'mon guys, suck it up. Be quiet." She sighed as she gently rocked the bassinets. "Where's the goddamn off button?" She was still extremely exhausted and felt like crap. So, this was motherhood..
Finally, Rogue admitted to herself that she wasn't ready to be a mother.
***
"You're not supposed to leave, mate!" Pyro slapped Remy hard on the back. "You have to sit there and watch her sleep. Gosh, it sounds like you need parenting skills and hubby skills!"
"What do you know about 'em?"
"That's for me to know and for you to find out." St. John said with a wink as he pushed his friend down the hall.
***
Remy was only half surprised when he entered the room to see Rogue sitting Indian style on the bed, cradling a crying baby. He watched as she softly spoke to him, or her, he was still bad at telling them apart when they were wrapped up. Within a few minutes, the baby quieted down.
"Mathieu." She glanced up at him, smiling. "I think that's a cute name for a boy."
Remy dragged his feet over to the other bassinette and in a gingerly matter he picked up his daughter, who was starting to fuss. "Hmm." He murmured, slowly walking towards the bed to sit down. "He has the most interestin' eyes I've ever seen."
"I can already tell he's going to be a heartbreaker."
"Do you really want to name 'im Mathieu?"
"Yeah. You gotta problem with that?"
"Non." He smirked slightly. "But then I get to name our daughter."
"We ain't namin' 'er Bonnie."
"I was thinkin'.. Claudette?"
Rogue made a face. "Never. Claudette Lebeau? Ugh."
"Well, Remy likes it."
"Well, Remy doesn't have his head screwed on tightly."
"Caressa then."
Again, Rogue shook her head. "I don't like the sounds of it. Caressa Lebeau? It doesn't roll off the tongue."
"Monique?"
"Sounds like a French whore."
"Chloe?" When she started to move her head, he spoke up. "Y'know, Mathieu is startin' to sound like a bad name.."
"I like the name Chloe! Chloe and Mathieu."
"How many times do you think we'll change our minds?"
"Maybe forty times by tomorrow mornin'."
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Chapter completed – January 20, 2004
Now, was that worth the wait? No.. but still.. If you did not like this chapter, do NOT complain or I shall maim you. I rewrote this chapter and I do not plan on doing so again.
By the way, this chapter is dedicated to anyone who bugged me to write this chapter, whether it was in a review or in a e-mail or where ever else.
The next chapter will possibly be the last.
Right now a sequel isn't looking too good. Since the twins are OCs and I'm not fond of 'em I may or may not write a sequel. If a few of you want me to, tell me and I'll think about it. As long as I know people will read it, I'll write it.
I still love each and every one of y'all.
Just for putting up with me, I didn't write a cliffhanger. I just left you with a horrible chapter.
By the way, since I used a lot of names some of you suggested, just tell me in the review and I'll give ya some credit in the upcoming chapter.
OOH! On another note, Remy did give Rogue an engagement ring. I left it up for your imagination to think of what the ring looked like. Why? Because there's only one thing I write worse than action scenes and that's descriptions of rings.
Until next time..
-- Aro
