Y'all know the dilly yo, that I don't own these characters, marvel or anything else. Blah blah blah

Author's Note: Okay, so I'm back from camping, and man, did I miss my bed! My sweet comfortable warm bed with the fluffy pillows and blanket. Don't get me wrong, camping was fun, but when you don't have a mat in your tent and your sleeping basically on rocks… it's easy to miss home so much. I had to sleep on my arm one night, and the rocks just dug into the skin… and the next two days I felt as if I had gotten a really painful shot! Not to mention, I think my friends are the worse people to go camping with. We left food out all over the place… I was surprised a bear didn't come eat us. Man… good times good times =) Anywho, I'm trying to update this story as fast as I can so I can get to a new chapter. Didn't do anything to this chapter except re-word things here and there. So.. I believe there are four more chapters to go until something new. And, oh yeah, I saw one of the best movies yesterday. It's called Garden State, and I highly recommend to everyone! But with all that aside, read, review, and enjoy!

The Wedding

Chapter 5

The sun hid behind the dark grey clouds as the rain poured violently. No matter though as Rogue sighed contently while continuing to snuggle with her fiancée. The previous night had been blissful and one would think that she would be tired from all that 'activity', but in actuality, she felt extremely energetic. Hell, I could probably go another few rounds right now, she admitted to herself. But I won't spoil him, she thought giddily.

Remy slowly woke up and when he finally adjusted his eyes to the dim light, she greeted, "G'mornin' sugah."

He smiled, pulled her closer into his arms and said. "G'mornin' chere."

"So was last night worth the wait?" She asked him coyly.

He chuckled and responded. "Definitely."

"Just think, Remy, we're gonna be man and wife soon." She murmured.

He smiled and said. "Sometimes I don' t'ink dat I can wait nine mont's t'be man and wife."

"Mmm…Nine MONTHS?!?" Rogue exclaimed as the realization hit her. She sprung up and out of his embrace.

"What de hell are y' doin', Rogue?" He asked as he stared at his fiancée who had already started dressing in a massive hurry.

"Remy, nine months! The weddin's in nine months! Ah still havta find a caterer, a dress, bridesmaid dresses, tux for ya, Jeremy and the groomsmen, a cake, flowers, a photographer…. There's so much to do!" She cried frantically.

He laughed and said, "Well it ain't like y're gonna get it all done in one day."

"Ah'm glad that ya're finding this so amusing. At least it tells me that ah'm the only who cares about this wedding." Rogue huffed and shot a glare at Remy.

Immediately, Remy's smiling face turned into a confused one. He knew he was stepping on thin ice; and he really didn't want to say anything stupid since he was hoping for a repeat of their show for later that night. Thinking quickly, he got out of bed, slipped on his boxers and walked over to the already dressed Rogue. He slipped his arms around her waist and kissed her luscious lips.

"Mmm… what was that for swamp rat?" A very pleased Rogue asked.

"For being de most incredible femme, un homme could ever ask for." He told her.

"Hmm… fine. Ah won't pick a fight then. But ah do want ya t'help with this wedding." Rogue told him.

"O'course I wouldn't want it any ot'er way!" He agreed.

She raised a skeptical eyebrow at his sudden eagerness, but figured she might as well take what she could get and hold him to his consensus. "Well, there's still a lot of stuff to do today in this god awful weather. And ah still have an early class t'teach this mornin'. Ya think ya can handle your son by yourself?" Rogue asked him.

"It's mon fils! O'course, I can handle 'im." He responded confidently.

"Ah do mean that ah want him t'eat a good healthy breakfast, which means absolutely no fast food! Plus, he needs t' brush his teeth, and he missed his bath yesterday so ya must bathe him too. And try t'do something with that hair of his. It just gets more tangled every day. Gets it from you, no doubt." Rogue instructed.

"D'accord. I'd be on it right away." He responded.

"Fine, Ah'm gonna go shower and then head off t'the Institute." Rogue said.

"Shower?" Remy inquired, as he made suggestive looks to his fiancée.

She scowled at him for his perverted facial expressions. He put up both of his hands and looked at her innocently. "Just askin' chere."

"Ya better be." She responded.

"But if y' need a hand for y' back or somet'ing, Remy be more t'an happy t' help." He proposed.

"Ah think ah'll be fine, sugah. On any other day ah might take ya up on that offer but there is just too much t' do today and we both know that ya would only make me waste more time." She replied.

"Can't argue with dat one. But maybe when you come home, Remy can draw a nice bath and cook somet'ing special up…" He murmured as he buried his head in the side of her neck and proceeded to leave little kisses. She succumbed to his sweet lips for a few moments before she pulled away from him.

"And that is precisely the reason why ya won't be helping me in the shower." She pointed out.

"Mornin'! J'remy hungy!" A cheery voice declared from the doorway.

"'K, baby boy. Papa's gonna get ya something t' eat while Momma showers." Rogue told her son.

"D'accord, Momma." Jeremy replied and walked over to his father while Rogue went to get herself washed up in the bathroom.

Remy lifted up his son in his arms, and gave him a big sloppy kiss on his cheek with which Jeremy squealed and tried to push his father's puckering lips away. "Papa! Stop! HUNGY!" The boy cried again.

"Papa be hungry too… hungry for some little green eyed boy. Yummy!" Remy replied and pretended to take bites out of his son. Jeremy squealed in laughter as he struggled within his father's arms and finally he won as he slipped down and out of his arms. Jeremy ran out of the room while his father chased him around the house, and thus it was just another normal day in the blue little house with the white picket fence.

-xoxo-

He walked up to her door and knocked lightly on it. No response came as he stood and waited patiently. After a few minutes, he knocked on it again, this time a little harder. Once more, no response came and he began to worry for she had been cooped up in her room for the past five days. She barely left her room and when she did for meals or bathroom breaks, she looked like a mess. It was rather uncharacteristic of her since this was Elizabeth Braddock after all. She was perhaps the toughest X-Woman and she always held a high stance on showing any sort of emotion that could be considered weak. She made a point to show that she was anything but weak.

But then again, she never had her heart broken before.

Robert Drake sighed as he wondered what his friend Warren had done to her. The two of them had always had an unstable relationship. They have gone through so much together yet, from an outsider's perspective, Bobby always thought that the two of them seemed to always be afraid of communicating with each other, as if they feared one would think less of the other somehow. He knocked on the door lightly again and he waited patiently.

On the other side of the door, Betsy was lying on her side in bed and gazing out the window. The rain had begun pouring again and she had stopped crying. Every time it rained, she stopped crying for she just let the rain cry for her. It has been five days and he hadn't called. He hadn't even been around to the Institute.

He didn't want her.

It was as simple as that and she didn't understand how things had gone so wrong. She thought that she was ready to take the next step with him. She loved him and she wanted him to know. No more taking baby-steps, she was sick of playing those games. She wanted him to know she loved him and she had thought he felt the same way, but obviously he didn't. Yes, she was angry with him for treating her like this, for rejecting her love so easily as if it was worth nothing. But then, she realized she wasn't angry with only him, she was disappointed in herself as well. She had always held her guard up and she knew how important it was to know who to trust and who not to. This principle was what her self-discipline and training was based on, but then she met him.

She was cautious at first and she kept him out for as long as her will was able to do so. But he managed to slip through the crack and she was foolish enough to fall in love with him. She rolled over as she covered her face with her right hand. How could I have been so stupid, she wondered.

knock knock

She groaned as she glared at the door. She wished whoever was on the other side would just go away. She didn't want to deal with anyone at the moment.

knock knock

"Go away." She finally spoke up.

"Betsy? Are you okay? It's Bobby." A reply came.

"I'm fine. Go away." She requested again.

"I'm not going anywhere until I see for myself that you're okay." He persisted.

"Why won't you just go away?" She asked annoyingly.

"Because I care about you and we're friends, and friends just don't ditch friends when they clearly need a friend at the moment." He answered wordily.

A slight smile came across Betsy's gorgeous porcelain face upon hearing Bobby's response, but nonetheless, she still groaned while getting out of bed. She pulled a robe over her X-Men customized blue sweat pants and t-shirt. She stomped over to the door and opened it wide. "I'm fine so goodbye." She said and was about to close the door. However, his hand reached out and stopped the door from closing on him.

"What do you want with me?" She asked irritably.

"I want you to cheer up." He answered and gave her a bright smile.

"And what is there to be so cheery about?" She scowled.

"Well, that's true since it is raining outside, but guess what I put aside for rainy days?" He asked.

"An umbrella." She scoffed.

"No, money for a movie. C'mon, Betsy. Let's go watch a movie in town. And afterwards, I'll treat you to all the ice cream you can eat at Baskins Robbins." He proposed.

Her face softened at his kind gesture but she really didn't want to see people at the moment so she declined nicely. "That's sweet of you, hon, but I think I'll have to pass. I just don't feel up to it."

"Betsy, I don't know what happened between you and Warren and frankly, it's none of my business, but from experience I know nothing can take the pain away better for a few hours than some gory movie accompanied by a bucket of rocky road ice cream. So what do you say? It is my treat after all, and trust me, that rarely happens." He offered again.

The idea of watching a bunch of people die a horrible gruesome death and eating a bucket of rocky road ice cream suddenly became tempting to Betsy. It may be strange to some people, but it made complete sense to women who had ever had their heart broken. It would be wholly therapeutic. She smiled a little wider for Bobby, and said, "Okay. You're on. But I want to watch something where it's all blood. No lovey dovey crap." She told him.

"You got it, Ms. Braddock. Grab your stuff, and let's go." Bobby instructed.

"It's going to take me a little longer than that. Give me a few minutes." She told him, closed the door and went to make herself look presentable in public. Although, a smile was still on Bobby's face, he sighed slightly for he knew that a few minutes to a woman was at least thirty minutes in reality.

-xoxo-

The weather goddess was embracing the natural elements, as she stayed afloat in the middle of the pouring rain. She was drenched from head to toe; her usual flowing white hair was a dull platinum as it molded with her head and upper body; and her uniform clung to her body even more with the help of the water. She did this occasionally when it rained and most of the time it was because she needed to think. The rain always helped somewhat, but today it would prove otherwise.

For the past two weeks, she had been in a state of confusion caused by the confliction of her desire and her rationality. She had visited Logan's room almost every night of the past two weeks and if she didn't show up to his room, he found his way to hers. She knew what they were doing was wrong because she knew that something that felt that good cannot possibly be right. Not to mention all her doubts and insecurities flooded her mind. She didn't know what she wanted or didn't want. She did another twirl and landed back on the roof, next to the window that led to her bedroom in the attic.

She entered her room and summoned a gust of wind that dried her off from head to toe. She slipped out of her uniform and walked to her closet to grab a nightgown.

"Ready for me already, darlin?" A husky voice asked from the door.

She turned around to face her lover and didn't know whether to smile or scowl at him. She opted for the latter option and glared at him. He became confused at her unexpected response and he asked, "What's wrong?"

She didn't know how to answer for she wasn't even sure herself what was wrong so she chose not to say anything. This concerned him and he took a few steps to approach her. When he was beside her, he placed a hand on her side with which she recoiled from his touch. She walked away from him and requested strongly. "Don't touch me."

Logan was beyond confused now. She had never treated him so coldly before. "What's wrong?" He asked again.

She ran a distressed hand over her face and just responded. "Please get out."

"Let's talk about this…" He began.

"Please, just get out." She requested again. He looked at her with disappointment and confusion but eventually obliged to her demand. He left the room and closed the door behind him. As soon as he was out of sight, tears of confusion trickled down her face as she continued to find a nightgown to slip on.

-xoxo-

She waited in anticipation, as her eyes remained focused on the hands of the clock. Just five more minutes, she told herself. Only five more minutes, Jean Grey told herself again. Scott and her have been trying for a baby for the past month and she was waiting for the pregnancy test that was sitting in her bathroom to tell her whether she was pregnant or not. She smiled at the thought of the bar telling her she was pregnant.

Finally the hand struck twelve and she made a mad dash into the bathroom. She picked up the bar and looked at it. Her lips widened at what she saw and a joyous scream could be heard throughout the mansion.

-xoxo-

He took off his apron and grabbed the bucket of champagne. He walked to the dining room and set the bucket down. The lights were dimmed as he set up the romantic dinner that she so rightfully deserved for an intense month of planning the wedding. They had been overwhelmed with the thousands of choices of flowers, cakes, and décor. They hadn't even begun on the tux and wedding dress search but he knew that it would be extremely frustrating once they get to that part, especially for him since he would have to endure the infamous question of whether or not she had gained weight. He sighed and realized that no answer would ever be the right answer for that question.

He took a handful of rose petals and sprinkled it all around the table and floor. He, then, took a lighter and started lighting the candles in the middle of the table. Suddenly he heard a loud slam of the door and he knew she was home. He went to greet her at the front door but what he found was a scowling Rogue.

She glared at him and asked bitterly. "Where's Jeremy?"

His eyes widened as he answered. "He's wit' Kurt. What's wrong, chere?"

She scowled at him and then finally replied angrily. "Ah can't marry ya!"