A/N: Thanks for the reviews guys, I know... They shouldn't be 16-ish, so ah'm changing the age to 18. :) Not too young, or too old... OK on w/the story.

Four

"Finally," Remy was saying over breakfast. "I finished de reports, bot' o' dem."

"Good, ah haven't really bin' payin' much attention mahself sugah."

A smile curled onto his lips. "You tell dem de news Mon Ami?" He queried.

"What news?" Asked Kitty and Emma in unison as usual.

"We're gettin' married." Remy beamed.

"No way!" Emma said. They looked at each other. "Date?"

"Damn, yo' girls an' yo' dates if yo' didn' know what day it was I t'hink yo'd die o' inhailin' too much hairspray."

Emma looked at him, slightly hurt. "How dare you I don't even use hairspray."

"No wonduh."

She gasped. "I've never! In all my life Remy LeBeau!"

"Oooh de girl used my whole name. Ouch."

"Grrr...." She stood up spilling her coffee, and squealed annoyed.

"I swear I'll get you back." She left the kitchen in a huff.

"Jus' anuddah do-gooduh." He rolled his eyes and sipped his coffee, looking at me.

"Yo' even wan' t' go t' class t'day cheri?"

I smiled back. "No... Not really."

He stood up, draining his cup. "Les' go, dere's plen'y we can do even at sun-up."

"Kay sugah." I stood up too, and threw my green cloak over my shoulders.

We headed down to the garage, and Remy pulled the cover off of his motorcycle. It shone brightly of ebony and chrome, the light glinting in all directions, waiting for Remy to mount it.

"De on'y uddah girl in mah life c'ept you." He winked, and straddled the bike, as the engine roared to life.

I stood there, not sure what to do...

"Mon cher', we've bin' ovah dis' a t'housan' times non?"

I nodded, and gingerly put my hand on the seat.

"Oy, yo' gonna make yuhself fall ovah dat way, here..."

He put his hands on my waist, and lifted me onto the bike as if I was nothing. I gripped the seat afraid the bike would fall over.

"I got'cha' mon ami," He said straddling the bike once more... "Now jus' put yer'..." I wrapped my arms tightly around him.

"Well, on de up side, yuh got dat down..."

I laughed nervously. "Trus' me, I got yo' an dis bike ain' goin' no where c'ept where I take it."

I nodded.

We started slowly out of the drive, he wanted to assure me nothing would happen. I squeaked a little when we hit the bump as the sidewalk met the pavement.

"'S okay," He said soothingly with a smile, he put on his shades the ones that shone a red I couldn't really put my finger on... At the stoplight, he tied his trench coat around him, with the sleeves over one shoulder, and tied it in a knot.

We tore through the streets of NYC as if we owned them. He was the "Hustler", and I was his Queen. Some men whistled at me, and I gave them the finger. I noticed Remy smile through the rear-view mirror. It was awkward leaning against him with the stomach I was beginning to form.

We stopped at a coffee shop called 'Café Dahli', when he stopped the bike I squeaked again with newfound fear.

"'S' okay." He said helping me get off. "I wanted t' do dis' now coz' if we didn' den yo'd be too big."

I looked at him.

"Not in a bad way mon cher'." He added.

"Jus' teasin' yah sugah."

He smiled in reply, and we went in. Remy wasn't much of a 'Coffee Shop' type. But I was. And the type he was, was the 'Bar Brawling' type, besides, he knew I hated it when he drank, and he definitely didn't want me to be in a place like that, with the men there were, he'd get himself arrested.

We drank some coffee, well, he had coffee; I had Chai Tea. We actually talked about names for the baby...

"What if it's a boy?" I asked.

"Darien,"

"An' a girl." He asked me.

"Ah don't know... Felicity's a nice name... Or Starr..."

"I like dem' wichevah' yo' choose, I'll like... What d' yo' t'hink yo' gonna have...?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, mutha's have dat 'intuitiveness' yuh know.

"Yeah... Ah know what yah mean..." It was a good question.

"I think ah'm gonna have a boy." I furrowed my brow.

"Does it mattuh?" I added quickly.

"No Rogue, it don' "

"You never use mah name? Is something wrong?" I said anxiously.

"Nuttin's wrong, jus' lookin' at yuh." He seemed almost evocative.

"What'cha' thinkin' 'bout sugah?" I asked, swiveling the remanants of blended Chai in my cup.

"The weddin' how beautiful yo' gon' look, how lucky I am..."

It was almost as if his whole fascia had changed... He was always so... Remy-ish... Now he was talking like... A Husband or a Father... It kinda creeped me out.

But I knew then how lucky I was too...

"Where else yo' wan' t' go mon ami? Wait, I got an' idea..." He said.

We got back on the bike, and as thicker and thicker sets of conurbation flew past, we began to go deeper and deeper into the districts. When we stopped I recognized it immediately... It was where we first met.

I 'member holdin' er' righ' 'ere in dis' very place... We'd bin' kissin' foolin' 'round... I never realized how much I loved de girl until I got word o' de Bruddah Hood an' de lady named 'Carole Danvers'. Marie had killed her... But she had recovah'd so well...

He looked at me wistfully again... That same look...

"Yo' 'membuh dis' place non?"

I nodded tears began to from in my eyes...

I can' break it to er' now...He told himself... Rogue... I mean Marie... No, he thought that might've been too formal... He tried to arrange the words in his mind... They wouldn't stay...

"Rogue, darlin' I got sumthin' I need t' tell yuh..."

"Yes?" I looked at him... waited...

"Me an' Belladonna... We... had a kid 'fore yo' came along..."

"What?" I said in utter shock.

"'Name's Marcel... He's old now... Not sure... 17 maybe."

"You're telling me this now?" I said laughing... I wasn't exactly sure why...

"I couldn't decide on any uddah time... I figured since... we had t' be honest, not dat I wasn' honest buh'fore by no means..."

"Doesn't really matter now does, it." I began to tremble... I was cold... I pulled my cloak around tighter.

"That's okay..." I said... Once again, I felt no connection to myself or my words...

"No it ain'... I shouldn't uh done dis..."

"Done what? You love me don't you? I mean... You aren't calling off our marriage are you?"

"No, No! Mon ami! Never!"

I looked at him relieved.

"I jus' couldn't keep dis' up wit'out yo' knowin'..."

I nodded. "Am ah goin' t' meet him?" I asked, I was more curious now then anything... Marcel right?"

"Yeah, dat's de name I gave em'."

I smiled just a little... "Ah like it..."

He ran his hands through his hair nervously... "So yo' ain' mad?"

"No sugah, ah mean, shit happens..." I said looking down at my stomach for reference.

He laughed... A little forcefully, but relieved all the same...

He came over, and held my hand... As we stood among the few oak trees lining the park before us...

"I wan' t' do dis' right, an I want t' do it... T'gether."

"So do ah Remy... So do ah..."

We left back to the mansion later on that day, we had spent time in various places throughout the day... Remy bought me some more maternity gowns, knowing I would be getting bigger... Looking down at the bulge... I wondered how big I could possibly get... I'm pretty sure, about six months from now I'd know... But for now... I liked it the way it was... Uncertain, and edgy...

But I liked it just fine.

(To Be Continued...)