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Chapter 1: Farewells, the Beginning of Remy's Bedwetting Torture, and Pyro's Firestarter

"Here are our itineraries," Jean said, handing a folded piece of paper to her husband. "Make sure Immy eats all her breakfast and don't forget to pack Bryce's lunch before he goes to school. Ummm... am I forgetting anything?" she asked, biting on the tips of her fingernails nervously.

"Yeah, you are," Scott answered, taking her hands in his own. He pulled into an embrace and kissed her soft lips. "Are you sure you'll be okay? I mean... I don't have to go if you don't want me to," she said, hugging her husband around his neck. "Jean, don't worry. The kids and I will be fine," he told her, giving her another kiss.

* Promise? * she asked him telepathically. * I promise. *

~*~*~

"Here's Isaac's schedule, and this is Emma's," Rogue said to Remy, handing two packets of paper. "You have a schedule for them, chere?" he asked, his eyes widening with amazement. "Yep. Oh, Emma still wets the bed, so don't forget to check her blankets every morning and make sure Isaac does his homework right after school or he'll put it off until his bedtime," Rogue said in her southern accent, popping a kiss on both Remy's cheeks.

"Haven't we got that girl potty-trained yet?" Remy asked. "Hank says her bladder's too small, so she can't hold it in and she doesn't wake up in time. Just feel her pajamas to see if they're wet, and if they are, change her blankets and clothes. Oh, and make sure she uses the bathroom before she goes to bed. Take care, sugah."

~*~*~

"Maybe I shouldn't go. I mean, Jenna can be a handful at times. What if she puts something on fire," Amara mused aloud. "Sheila, I can control fire, remember? Anything she can throw, I can throw back," he replied. "I hope you don't intend to throw child at our child, or else you'll be sleeping on the couch for a year," Amara threatened, her body generating heat.

"Of course not, Sheila," he said, rubbing the standing hairs on his neck. "Good. See you in two weeks," she said simply, turning around and walking towards the other women. "My Sheila's sooo hot!" he said to himself.

~*~*~

"Heed my warning. Feed Nathan sugar and he will literally bounce off the walls," Jubilee told Bobby. "Yes, baby," he said, kissing her cheek. "And be sure to tell Tara every morning that if she uses her powers at school and we find out, she'll have extra lessons with Wolvie," she said.

~*~*~

"Have a good vacation," Lance said, practically pushing his wife out the door. "Make sure Gavin doesn't phase through his food and take Lauren to the dentist on Wednesday," Kitty said. "Doesn't Dr. McCoy do dentistry?" he asked.

"No. He's strictly injuries and medical problems," she answered, walking towards the X-Van with her four bags of luggage. "See ya in two weeks, baby," she called to him, climbing into the front seat.

~*~*~

"Goodbye!" Storm said, driving the X-Van away. Logan closed the door and grumbled to himself, "This is going to be a long two weeks," as he followed the Professor and other sixteen men into the rec room.

~*~*~

"So, Professor, how are we going to handle this?" Scott asked, cradling his youngest daughter, Grace, in his arms. "I've thought this over, and I believe the best way to go about this situation is to assign jobs," he offered. All the men nodded their heads in agreement.

* Your turn, * Professor Xavier told Logan telepathically. "Okay troops. As I said before, 'this is going to be a long two weeks.' Listen for your assignments and don't complain," he growled.

"Scott, Kurt, Ray, and Sam will be in charge of meals. DON'T, I repeat, DON'T FEED THESE KIDS SUGAR! WE DON'T NEED THEM DESTROYING EVERYTHING IN THIS SCHOOL!" The four cooks funnily saluted Logan.

"Very funny. Next. Colossus, Evan, John, and Warren will read bedtime stories. Don't read them horror stories or they'll be up all night with nightmares. And I know none of you want your children sleeping in your beds, especially if your kid bedwets," he said, looking directly at Remy. Gambit mumbled something incoherently.

"Bobby, Jamie, Lance, and Roberto will give the baths and lastly, Gumbo, Chuck, Hank, and I will help the older kids with their homework. Is everyone clear?" Logan asked, glaring at everyone.

"Yes, sir!" they answered. All the men laughed and Logan gave a small smile.

"Professor!?!" Isaac's voice shouted through the intercom. "Yes, Isaac. Come in," the Professor shouted. Isaac ran in, his little sister's hand in his own. "What's wrong?" Remy asked. "Jenna set Gavin's hair on fire and Emma wet the bed again," he said in one breath.

"SHEILA!" John shouted as he and Lance ran from the office and up the stairs.

"Ok, then. Now, you said ma petite (my small one) wet the bed?" Remy asked, making sure he had heard right. "That's what she said Papa," he answered. "Great," he mumbled to himself, making a disgusted face. Some of the men still left gave a small chuckle.

Gambit looked down at his daughter who looked like she had been crying. Her eyes were red and her cheeks glistened. "Venir ici, Princesse (Come here, Princess)," he said, extending his hand out towards his daughter.

Emma came closer to her father and wiped her tears. Remy bent over on his chair and felt the wet seat of his daughter's pajama pants. "Isaac, go to bed. Let's get you changed," Remy said, holding his daughter through the loop between his arm and the side of his stomach, avoiding the wet spot on her rump.

~*~*~

Remy made his way into his daughter's bathroom and started a quick bath for her. "Do you need to use the potty?" he asked. She shook her head no. He took her clothes off and hurriedly cleaned her up. When she was done bathing, he wrapped a towel around her, drained the tub, and sat her on her bed.

From her drawers, he grabbed some clean clothes. He put her clean pajamas on and tucked her into bed. "Go to sleep, okay?" he said, kissing her cheek. "Okay, Papa," she replied, hugging up to her teddy bear and pillow.

Quietly, he crept from her room and back downstairs to the Professor's office.

~*~*~

"Sheila, why?" John asked his daughter while Lance placed a wet towel on his son's head. "He said... he said I smelled like the crapper (toilet)!" she told her father. "What the heck is a crapper?" Lance asked. "The loo," Jenna answered. "What's a loo?" Lance asked. "The john," she said, sounding irritated. "What's a john!?!" he asked. "A potty!" she said angrily.

"You called me a wombat (idiot) first," Gavin countered. "What's a wombat?" Lance asked again. "A dummy," Jenna answered, this time more calm.

"Okay. Sheila, say sorry," Pyro commanded. "Sorry," she mumbled. "Sheila, say it like you mean it," he warned. "Sorry," she said. "You too, Gavin," Lance said. "I'm sorry too," Gavin said.

"Now that this is settled, both of you get to bed," Lance said.