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Agreement

Noisily chewing on the apple she held in her left hand, Rogue walked down the silent corridor. As she passed the mansion's unreasonably enormous library, the whispers of her teammates caught her attention. She leaned against the doorpost, completely quiet unless you counted the sound of her breathing. Gradually poking her head inside, Rogue made sure that no one saw her. That's when realization finally dawned upon her... 'They're talking about meh.'

"Haven't you noticed Rogue's been acting a little---"

"Odd lately?" Amara finished for Roberto.

The other mutants nodded their heads.

Her adopted brother agreed, "Ja. She's totally out of it. It's like no one is home." He pointed towards his head.

'Great. They think Ah'm dumb.'

"I guess we'll just have to wait and see," said an optimistic Cyclops.

Rogue's hands trembled with fear. 'They're beginnin' ta suspect somethin'."

Her thoughts must've been sonorous, because Jean's head turned towards the door. Her lengthy, red hair fell over her shoulders, every strand falling perfectly into place, making her look even more celestial and angelic than usual. Rogue hated that look. She hated Jean. Or is your loathing just jealousy? the voices inside of her head asked. Are you just jealous of me? Jean's voice inquired. 'Ah already told ya ta shut up!'

The telepaths green eyes searched the room until she came to the door, finally meeting Rogue's gaze. She knew she was there, yet she said nothing and continued to act as if nothing had happened. Instead, she sent a telepathic message to the worried girl. ((( I'm not going to tell anyone that I know. It's your secret. And I plan to keep it that way. )))

Rogue briskly strode along. She was astonished at Jean's consideration for her situation. 'She knows, but she's not gonna tell. Ah've definitely underestimated Ms. Perfect.' She could feel her guilt consuming her. She finally broke down. 'Ah've gotta tell them---everyone, about the babies. They've gotta right ta know.'

But to do this, she needed to get a hold of Remy. Once in her room, she loped over to her nightstand. She grabbed the piece of paper with Remy's name, phone number, and address and slid it into her jeans' pocket. Snatching her jacket from her small walk-in closet, Rogue darted towards her door, slipped on her shoes, and ran out of the mansion, seizing a griping Kitty on the way.

"Meh and Kitty are going out!"

"Where are we going?" Kitty asked.

"To see mah babies' daddy."

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Both girls looked at the supposedly secret headquarters that Magneto and his Acolytes lived in. The house standing in front of them seemed to old and appalling to be something that Erik Lensherr could reside in. With all the money he and his lackeys stole, he could probably afford a mansion or villa. Why would he want to live in a house covered in spider webs. 'Maybe he's just in ta ancient junk. Who knows.'

Before she could knock, the door opened, revealing a large Russian man in a pair of sweats and a muscle t-shirt that exposed his bulging muscles. Kitty blushed madly and rocked back and forth on her feet, something she usually did when she was nervous around something or someone. The man smiled before asking in a gruff voice, "What is it that you want?"

"Ah'm here to see Gambit."

He nodded his head and put a hand up to his mouth as he hollered as loud as he could, "Remy! It's for you!"

The Cajun rushed into the room in only his blue jeans. Rogue had never noticed how good his pecs looked, or how that his medium long, auburn locks fell in his face. She couldn't help but stare for a moment. 'He's so sexy. Eeew. What am Ah thinking?' She felt like slapping herself into reality, but she decided to save that for later.

"Oh. Hello, chère. And chérie. What can Remy do fo' y'? Or is it that y' just needed t' see Remy's gorgeous face before y' went t' bed?"

"LeBeau, if Ah had a purse," Rogue started, "Ah'd smack ya over the head with it for being so vain and conceited. On the contrary, Ah came here ta talk ta ya about the... well, ya know." She wasn't totally comfortable explaining her circumstance in front of a total stranger.

Remy looked up at the muscular man still standing at the door. He cleared his throat. When the man still didn't budge, he said, "Colossus!" He cleared his throat once more and signaled for the man to leave and talk Kitty with him.

"Oh. Da. I am going now. I can see where I am not wanted. Come Katya," he replied, leaving the two alone in the living room.

Remy sat down on the love seat, seductively patting the seat next to him.

"Not in a million years, Swamp Rat."

"Remy thought we got over de name callin', chère."

"Remy thought wrong, didn't he?" She paused for a moment and began to fidget. "Look. The real reason Ah came here is ta tell ya that everyone at the Institute is gettin' suspicious. Ah can't even walk around mah own home without hearin' a rumor being spread about meh. Ah'm in maternity clothes now and it's gettin' pretty hard ta hide this gigantic bump. So, Ah wanted ta know---" She really didn't want to do this, but there was no other choice. "---Ah wanted ta know if maybe ya'd like ta come over ta the Institute for dinner on Saturday?" 'Ah can't believe Ah just asked him that.'

Remy smirked and nodded his head.

"Really?" she asked, skeptically. "What's the catch?"

"Remy'll go, but only if y' stay fo' dinner t'night."

"Ya kiddin', right?"

He shook his head.

Rogue sighed. 'Ah can't believe Ah'm doin' this.' "Fahne," she answered. "Ah'll stay, but only if Kitty can too."

Remy smiled.

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Rogue sat at the small dining room table beside Remy's empty seat. Kitty and Colossus sat next to each other, and Pyro sat at the head. She hadn't noticed until now that everything was made of metal: the cabinets, the counters, and even the chairs.

John's voice interrupted her thoughts. "Well, Sheilas, you're both in for a great treat. Moy mate, Gambit here, has cooked a treat from his home state. Personally, Oy think it's great," Pyro said.

Remy walked in with a giant pot in his hands. Using a large, plastic ladle, he dished up everyone's bowl.

"This is Gumbo, isn't it?" Rogue asked.

"Gambit's specialty. Do y' like it, chère?" he asked.

Rogue didn't have a chance to answer. A wave of nausea hit her like a hurricane. She jumped up from her chair as fast as she possibly could and ran to the bathroom, the others right on her tail.

"Oy guess that was a no, mate."

"Shut up, John. What's wrong with her?" Remy asked, changing the direction of the conversation from St. John to Kitty.

Kitty held Rogue's hair so it would drop into the toilet water. "She's just, like, starting to get over her morning sickness."

"Remy's so glad he wasn't born a woman."

"I second that."

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Rogue sat on the couch, letting the delicious southern food settle into her stomach. Never in her life had she ever tasted something so mouth-watering and delectable, although she would never admit that to anyone. 'Too bad most of it found it's way into the toilet bowl.' She looked at the clock and was surprised at the time. 'It's nine o'clock! Everyone's gonna be askin' where meh and Kitty were.'

The boys frowned as she got up and headed for the door. "Come on Kitty. We've gotta go unless we want Wolverine down our throats."

Remy got up as well. "Well, at least let Gambit give y' bot' a ride home."

She looked up at the clock again, weighing a thirty minute ride against a five mile walk back to the Institute. Reluctantly, she gave in.

The Cajun grabbed his coat from the arm chair in the living room. He led the two girls into the garage and pointed towards a shiny blue motorcycle. He attached one of the many sidecars they sitting there and handed two helmets to the girls. He got on himself, tightened his own helmet, and revved the engine.

The motorbike sped down the road. She hugged onto Remy tightly, afraid she might fall off if she let go. Remy turned his head around for a moment and raised a curious eyebrow. Rogue huffed in irritation. He grinned.

'What have Ah gotten mahself in ta?'

Note: Please read the author's note below.

- Hello. I've gotten two reviews, both of which asking if Rogue can control her power. As I mentioned in earlier chapters, yes, she can, but she doesn't know that she can or how to. The whole pregnancy is still a mystery to her. Thanks for all the reviews, and I'm sorry for the confusion. I hope this clears things up. Byieeee! -