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Warning: There are a few intimate situations in this chapter that others may not feel comfortable reading. Just a warning.

Indication

'Ah missed mah period.'

Rogue sat on her bed while she gawked at the medium sized calendar in her hands---the place where she marked all her important dates, such as birthdays, holidays, etc. Large red squiggles covered the eleventh through the seventeenth. Those scribbles symbolized the days that her period was due to come. It was now the nineteenth of September, and still, no menstruation. She flopped back onto her pillow and looked up at her ceiling in despair.

'Maybe Ah'm just late,' she advised herself.

Recollections then began to flood her memory. She suddenly remembered everything. She was presently lying in bed with Remy. Both their lips were locked in a deep, passionate kiss that seemed to last forever, but only was about thirty seconds long. Her hands rested on his bare chest as she nuzzled her head into the crook of his neck. His arms were wrapped around her shoulders and he warmly smiled down upon her. And then they ... they ...

'Eeew. Ah don't even want ta think about that.' It was at that moment that she realized what could come of her actions ... of sexual intercourse. She remembered listening to her sex-ed teacher babble all about the signs of pregnancy. 'Missed period, check. Tender or swollen breasts, check. Vomiting or queasiness, check. Frequent urination, check.' Unfortunately, she had all the symptoms she had just listed to herself. She gulped. "Maybe Ah'm pregnant."

Rogue immediately jumped up from her bed after those words were ushered from her lips. She dug through the drawer of her nightstand and grabbed her keys and money. The same purple sweater she wore in France was snatched off of the seat of the chair and thrown over her shoulder. She dropped the keys into the pocket and hastily ran down the stairs, but slowed down when her nausea began to act up again. The blaring noise of the television attracted Rogue to the recreation room. There she found Jean and Scott, snuggling up to a romantic movie. Jamie was on the floor and had apparently fallen asleep from boredom. He stirred for a moment, and Rogue began to tear up.

'What's wrong with meh?' she asked herself. She promptly wiped the salty droplets of water away and gathered her herself up before waltzing over to the couch where the two lovebirds sat.

"Jean?"

"Yes, Rogue?"

"May Ah use ya car? Just for a few minutes?"

"Sure."

Using her telekinesis, Jean summoned her keys from her room, down the staircase, and into the other girl's gloved palm. Without ushering a single word of thanks, Rogue dashed into the garage, nearly knocking over a box of Evan's old belongings. She hopped into the front seat of the car and jammed the keys into the ignition. At the sound of the exasperating, monotonous beeping, Rogue buckled her seatbelt and tore out of the garage and onto the semi-empty road.

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She only drove a few miles away from the mansion when she happened to come upon one of Bayville's drug stores where they sold everything from school supplies to the unmentionables. Parking the car close to the entrance, Rogue stepped out of the SUV and locked all the doors with the single touch of a button. The headlights flickered on and off as a clicking sound reassured her that no one would get into the car while she was shopping.

Rogue strode into the shop and looked up at the cardboard signs hanging down from the ceiling. Finally, she spotted the word 'Feminine Care'. Her partially tied tennis shoes squeaked as she moved over to the particular aisle and walked down, her eyes darting from place to place as she searched the shelves for pregnancy tests. She stopped in front of a cluster of small boxes. She remembered her teacher recommending the "EPT Pregnancy Test". Standing up on her tiptoes, she reached up to one of the high shelves and grabbed the small package.

She ambled over to the cash register where the clerk rang up her purchase, in the process, glaring at her. Thirteen dollars and forty-five cents was the total. Rogue dug into her sweater pocket and was surprised to not only pull out a wad of cash and her house keys, but also a ring and a crumpled piece of parchment. With care, she unfolded the paper and read it in silently to herself: Remy LeBeau---2462 N. 16th St.---Bayville, NY 914. Underneath her breath, she muttered, "Swamp Rat," and scowled.

"What?" the clerk asked. "Did you say something?"

"Umm, no, Ma'am. Here's the money." After placing the money into the employee's outstretched hand, she rushed out of the store, her purchase bouncing along in the incredibly large bag she had received. She unlocked the door of the car and sat in the driver's seat. Pressing her foot down gently on the gas, the car backed out of the parking lot and slowly cruised down the road back to the Institute.

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Once up in her room, Rogue bolted the door locked and made a left into the restroom. She took the small box out of the bag, anticipation building up with her. A folded piece of paper fell out of the box and onto the linoleum floor. Gently, she picked it up and thoroughly began to read the directions.

Soon, a cupful of urine sat on the counter. She let the testing stick fall to the bottom of the cup. Anxiously, she looked at her watch and measured the time. Only a minute had passed so far. Rogue nervously paced around the bathroom, repeatedly taking time to monitor the time on her watch.

Three minutes finally elapsed. She lifted the stick from the pee and studied the lines with great diligence. There were two lines. 'That has ta be wrong.'

Since there was another test stick, she decided to try again. She got the same answer.

The stick dropped from her hand and fell to the floor. The world in front of her seemed to go blurry. Everything around her seemed to be spinning, picking up speed with every minute. She tripped backwards and landed against the door with a thump. A single tear, for the first time in over thirteen years, glistened as it rolled down her right cheek. It was soon followed by a multitude of tears and loud sobs that escaped her mouth and couldn't be kept in. She couldn't believe it. How could she be so careless? How was she going to explain this to everyone? It would've been different if it was only the marriage thing---no had to know. But now, if she had a big belly sticking out, it would be impossible to keep the secret.

"Rogue?" a perky voice asked from behind the door. "Are you, like, okay in there?"

Rogue didn't answer. She turned deadly pale and stifled her wails and wiped the tears from her eyes. After waiting for an answer and not being answered, Kitty phased through the door to find her best friend on the ground, her eyes gleaming from the tears that had spilled. She looked around and gasped as she saw the package on the counter. She then looked back at Rogue and whispered, "Are you ... pregnant?"

Rogue nodded her head.

"How?" Kitty asked.

Rogue shook her head and began to cry again. Kitty sat down next to her and rocked the older girl in her petite arms, making sure to keep their skin distances away.

As Kitty swayed her back and forth as if she was a swaddled baby, one thing remained on Rogue's mind. It was the same question Kitty had asked moments ago---how?

- Once again, I'm very sorry. School has started and my schedule is busier than ever now that I also have volleyball practice every weekday. But, here's the chapter you wanted. Also, I don't own "EPT Pregnancy Test". See you guys later. Please review. Also, if don't mind, if you're a boy, can you holla? I just wanted to see if all of my reviewers were guys or girls. Thanks! xmengirlzrule -