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Anew

Half-awake, a sleep deprived Rogue swung her legs over the edge of the bed and slowly made her way into the private, lemon scented bathroom next door. A huge yawn escaped from her mouth as she bent over the porcelain bathtub and turned on the faucet, eyes still glued shut. She unhurriedly stepped in, careful not to slip on the smooth surface underneath her feet, and completely submerged herself under the warm water that caressed her untouched skin. Her head rose above the water's top and shook itself free of the tiny droplets that clung to its short, auburn locks. The white stripes---her trademark; the one, solitary thing that made her who she was or that everyone could recognize her by---clung to her damp face.

She grabbed the loofa sponge off to her side and began scrubbing her unusually pale skin,---a side effect of her mutation---ridding herself of all the dirt and grime that collected itself on her body everyday. While humming a quiet lullaby to herself, she rinsed the soap off with the retractable showerhead she and Kitty had bought as a special treat for themselves.

Suddenly, she felt a soft, fluttering feeling in the pit of her stomach that made her gasp for a breath. Her whole body stilled as the little quivers continued, growing stronger and stronger with every passing minute. It was then that she realized that it was, in fact, not gas, but the babies kicking. She smiled and patted her pregnant belly. What a gift it was to feel another human being---or beings---moving inside of your own.

Rogue pulled the plug and watched the water swirl down the drain. She walked back into her room, a smile plastered on her face, for she was an extremely proud mother at the moment. She didn't bother in wrapping the towel around her, thinking that no one would be trespassing in her room. This was a mistake she would soon regret.

"Even pregnant, ma chère has de sexiest, nicest shaped body in de world. And de cutest butt, at dat."

She whirled around, her cheeks reddening with embarrassment and anger. Quickly, she covered herself with the too-small towel and backed into her closet where he wouldn't be able to see her. "Too late, chère. Remy's already seen what he needs t'." A smirking Cajun stood at her door, eyes still bulging at the fact that he had seen the Rogue naked... That was definitely a first. He then met her angry eyes and returned her glare with a look of pure innocence.

"Mah door was locked, Swamp Rat. How'd ya get in?" she asked.

"Remy picked it."

"Ah'm gonna call Logan on ya if ya don't get out."

He chuckled and stroked the recently shaved stubble on his chin. "Remy's willin' t' take y' threats and make sacrifices if he gets t' see his naked chère get dressed."

Rogue could feel the vein on her left arm popping up as she curled her hand into a fist. "Get outta mah room, ya disgusting, perverted..." She grabbed the pillow at her bed and chucked it at his head. "... arrogant, self-centered..." He was out the door before she could finish.

The door slammed shut. "Remy'll just wait outside!" he yelled through the thick door separating the two of them. He was satisfied when he heard a shout of frustration.

Rogue pulled out a random outfit from her closet: a double layered t-shirt and jeans, both that would hang a bit loose on her. As she was now twenty-one weeks pregnant, she would be seeing Mr. McCoy for another ultrasound. Granted the babies were in proper positions, they would be able to determine their genders and announce the results at the New Year's party later that night.

She opened the door and was greeted by a smug looking Remy LeBeau. With a roll of the eyes, she grabbed him by the shirt collar and dragged him to the med bay; quite like a dog on a leash. By now, everyone---for the exception of Logan---was used to having Remy around so much. She still received a few curious looks from her teammates at times, especially Kurt, but it didn't faze her. Overall, no one was really concerned about her affairs. He was, after all, the father of her children. Most men would've denied their paternity and refused to pay child support. But Remy was too much of a gentleman to do that. To tell you the truth, Rogue was beginning to think of this experience as more of a miracle than a curse. 'What more could Ah want?' she asked herself. 'A husband who's there for meh, bein' able ta touch, and cute kids...' The experience was bringing her closer to something she never had... love.

But something was wrong. She couldn't help but remember when she and Remy were eating ice cream and he told her to keep the 'touching thing' their little secret. Everything was too good to be true. The more times she thought about love, the more she thought about all the bad in her life and the consequences she would have to face in the end. Nothing good ever happened to her. Surely this was a jest. Why would something delightful happen now? 'He's a player and Ah'm... meh. It just couldn't work. It won't work. He'd eventually run away when Ah couldn't give him what he wanted. That's just how it is.' He would hurt her in the end and she'd be left with nothing but memories, a broken heart, and three troublesome kids. 'Ah can't get serious. After the babies are born, he'll be gone. Ah can't fall in love or he'll take mah heart with him.'

Once down in the medical wing, Beast led Remy and Rogue threw a maze of hallways before they finally came to the same room where all the ultrasounds, check-ups, and ultimately, the birth of the babies, would take place. She laid down on the cot and lifted her shirt, being used to the procedure by now.

Mr. McCoy ran the transducer against her stomach and pressed in, to her dismay. 'Ah've gotta go.' She squeezed her legs together as he applied more pressure.

"Hmm," he said, letting up a bit. "The babies are all very healthy, as they should be. Heartbeats are normal. They look of appropriate weight for the amount of time they've been growing... Would you like to know the sexes, or will it be a surprise?"

Remy looked to Rogue who nodded. "Sure, Henri," he answered.

Beast studied a blackish-gray blob on the screen. "Baby A is a..."

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Rogue sat on the couch in the recreation room, squashed between the numerous boys on both sides of her. All were concentrating on the Rose Bowl football game, screaming and howling whenever one of the teams made a touchdown.

"Score!" Bobby and Roberto slapped hands, while Sam and Jamie stomped their feet in victory. Logan took a swig of beer and raised a fist in the air.

'Ah think Ah'm beginnin' ta go deaf,' she thought, rubbing her ears, hopping she would soon be able to hear again. Pushing her way through the grouped, hormonal males, she went to see what the other girls were doing; she sat down at the table and grabbed a piece of pizza as she caught onto the conversation.

"What pigs," Amara said matter-of-factly, flipping her long, brown hair over her shoulder. "Getting all excited over a football game when they should be doing something meaningful with their time."

"Yeah!" Bobby yelled over the noise. "Like painting our nails and going shopping!" The other guys laughed and gave each other high-fives. Amara crossed her arms over her chest and snobbishly pointed her nose upwards, reminding Rogue of how spoiled the Nova Roman princess could act at times.

Ororo walked into the room with a small goblet full of apple cider and spoon in her hands. She tapped the glass, but the noise was not loud enough to attract the men's attention. Glancing over to Jean, she gave her a wink which was the signal for the redhead to turn off the television with her telekinesis. The boys groaned and looked toward the ebony skinned woman who smiled and curtsied graciously.

"Now that I have your attention," Storm started, "it's time to make our New Year resolutions. Who would like to volunteer to go first?" No raised their hand. She sighed. The same as every year. "Fine. I'll go. My resolution is that I will see to it that all of you are safe here at the Institute. Kitty, you're next."

Shadowcat smiled. "Mine is, to, like, be a better girlfriend to Lance."

Next was Logan who didn't look as pleased. "Do I have to do this, 'Ro?" he asked, practically begging for a way out of the silly tradition he was made to endure every year. She nodded her head. Mockingly, he said, "My New Year resolution is that I'll limit myself to four beers a day instead of five." He grinned jubilantly and looked to Rogue who was next in line.

She looked to her belly and took a breath. "Mah resolution is ta raise mah babies right... Ta give mah two boys and a girl the life they deserve."

Kitty squealed and wrapped her arms tightly around her friend. "A girl! Somebody to dress up and do their hair..." she went on and on.

"And two boys to teach the ways of football," Ray quipped.

Everyone began to talk about their plans for the triplets and argued about what was best for them. Rogue's smile disappeared as she realized that she didn't have a plan.

'What about mah plan?'

- Hi ya'll. Hoped you liked this chapter. There you go. She's twenty-one weeks pregnant with two boys and a little girl. To find out what happens next, review. Thanks for your support. Bye! And a HAPPY NEW YEAR to all! xmengirlzrule -