Early Parenting
Author's Note: lol! I know… not many people earn that much money in a month, but let's just say that they're teens who don't know any better. Now that they're going to learn how hard it is to take care of a baby with even that much money, they're gonna have to work hard to reach that goal once they're older! ^-^
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Rogue couldn't believe that Remy could live in such luxury just working for Magneto. In Rogue's opinion, nothing could compare to the mansion, however, once she saw Remy's abode, she was compelled to make an exception.
Every piece of furniture in the apartment was polished up, yet antique. The curtains were made of velvet and the floors were hard wood! ' Now I know working for Magneto can't buy things like this!' she thought as she fingered the leather couch.
" Y'take sug'r in y'coffee?" Remy asked from the kitchen.
" I don't drink coffee," Rogue replied as she sat on the couch and laid her books on the coffee table.
" Den what be de point o' us havin' coffee?" Remy asked, smirking in the kitchen. " Remy t'ought we be amis firs'?"
Rogue rolled her eyes as the smooth-talker came towards the living room with a cup of hot chocolate.
" Y'like chocolat?" Remy asked as he handed it to her. " Remy figures if y'don' like coffee, y'mus' drink chocolat."
Rogue smiled and took the cup from his hands. " Merci beaucoup," she replied, shocking Remy as she took a sip of her chocolate.
" Vous parlez francais?" Remy asked as he sat by Rogue.
" Not much, just the basics, I do understand French though," Rogue replied as she took out the envelop they had both received in school. " Now, I think we should get down to business, I have to get home soon."
Remy smirked slyly and moved closer to Rogue. " Sure, cherie," he said huskily. " Now, what should Remy call his belle wife?"
" What?" Rogue asked as she turned to Remy who was now looking through his envelope as well.
" Well, it states here, chere, dat y'an' Remy be husban' an' wife," he read as he handed her the page that she was not given. " Under Remy's last name, LeBeau wit' dere enfant, Mathieu LeBeau."
Rogue scanned through the page and paled as she realized that for 5 months, she would need to be called by her legal name, in order to fill out necessary, yet fake, papers.
" It also say here, chere dat we need t'have every kin' o' papers dere are," Remy said as he kept reading.
Rogue nodded. " Birth Certificates? Bank Loans? Passports?" Rogue asked. " What, we need ta go ovahseas with th'baby?!"
Remy chuckled as he heard her Southern accent. " Chere, y'know, y'look even cuter when y'mad."
Rogue glared at him and took the papers, shoving them into her bag. " I have ta talk ta the Professah 'bout this…"
"Chere-"
" No, I'll see ya at the orphanage ta pick up Mathieu," Rogue started, then stopped and smacked her forehead. " Y'ain't got a ride…"
Remy shrugged. " Well, Remy could get a ride from y'chere," he suggested.
" No, Logan needs it. His bike's still in repairs from Bobby's crazy night outs with Jubilee," Rogue said as she shifted her weight from her left leg to her right. " Both of us don't have a ride…"
" We could get Remy's bike-"
Rogue blanched as she had a mental image of her carrying the baby while they rode his motorcycle. " NO! I don't plan on killing the baby!" she said. " I'll borrow one of the cars and I'll pick you up."
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"And where have you been?"
Rogue stopped in her tracks and turned around, seeing a scowling Scott. She smiled nervously and checked her watch. She had been gone for almost three hours without calling any one of them.
'Damn downtown, so damn far!' she thought.
" I was-"
" Rogue! You cannot believe who I was like, paired up with!" Kitty squealed as she saw Rogue come in. " Sorry Scott, I have to like, borrow Rogue for a second!"
Without waiting for a response, Kitty dragged Rogue upstairs and into their room, leaving Scott to himself.
'Sometimes, I wish Kitty would just get stuck in the middle of a wall for once,' Scott thought
Kitty practically slammed Rogue on her bed and started jumping up and down. " Like, I know everyone's been like on my case telling me that I'm going to have like, the hardest time… but I was partnered with Lance!"
Rogue smiled slightly and nodded. " Lance is actually pretty good with kids," she admitted.
Kitty started at Rogue in shock. " Really?"
" Yeah, considering he's the leader of the brotherhood, and they're just a bunch of kids… I don't think a baby is much," Rogue lied. ' Right… I just hope I'm not in the same building as you two.'
" Like, are you lying?" Kitty asked, placing her hand on her hip. " I know Lance is a sweetie, but like… does he know how to hold a baby?"
" Truthfully?" Rogue asked. Kitty nodded her head, waiting for her response only to deflate when she said: " No."
Kitty groaned and fell on her bed. " Like, I'm going to be stuck with a 2 year old and… he's going to be like one of those dads who like, leaves to hang out with his drinking buddies!"
Rogue again, rolled her eyes at her roommate's nightmares. " At least you're not paired up with Gambit."
Kitty's eyes went wide as she turned towards the now sighing Rogue. " Like, no way! Mr. Blow-up-everything-I-touch?!"
Rogue nodded. " Ironic isn't it? Mathieu, the baby is going to have a mother who can kill everything she touches and a father who blows up everything he touches…"
Kurt suddenly transported into the room and screamed. " Help me! Hide me!"
"Like, why?" Kitty asked.
" I drank all ze milk and Evan's after me!" he cried as he crawled under one of the beds.
Shaking her head, Rogue walked out of the room and wondered whether to talk to the Professor about her situation or just suck in her gut and face the inevitable.
" Hey stripes!" Logan called after her.
She smiled a greeting and waited until he caught up with her. " Ya got a package in the mail. It doesn't have a return address."
Rogue took the package mutely and watched as Logan went back to the garage to fix up his bike, not to mention watch as Bobby waxed every car in the garage.
'I wonder who it's from?' Rogue thought, walking towards the garden. As she opened the package, she found papers to be filled out and papers already filled out. A small playing card fluttered towards the ground as she shuffled through the pile.
" Figured you might not know where to start, so I started for you. Remy," reading the inscription on the card, Rogue smiled and read through the rest of the papers. She sighed and sat on the shade of her favorite tree. Taking out one of her pens, she began to fill in the rest of the needed information.
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Author's Note: Kind of… short. Again. That's to be expected… I guess… until we get over the small minor details.