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Author's Note: And the drama ensues… this story is such a soap opera. It is, it really is. Though, it'll never be as crazy as Days of Our Lives… the dead are not dead and are on an island? And what the heck? Patrick's gonna deliver Jen's baby on a cliff… what is up with that?? How I miss Days… screw Olympics… bring back my crazy soap. Oh… I'm gonna plug the movie 'Garden State'. Please see if you can. It's positively one the best movies I have ever seen. Actually, that's raising all your expectations by too much… it sucks ass. Now that your expectations have lower significantly, please go see it so you will be blown away by the beauty of it. Oh yes… and one more thing.. I want to lick whip cream off Hugh Jackman's body in X-2 or Swordfish…
Kitsu Lebeau: Though it was a short review, I appreciated it nonetheless! (muah) Ishandahalf: I'm a total city slicker too… despite all that fun.. I really really wanted to go home to my warm comfy bed. I'm not made for the outdoors. LOL… I love how you concluded that everyone is stupid. Now, do me a favour, my dear. Tell me when you are going to update next so I will read the last two chapters in time. Sorry, I've been consumed with craziness lately! Let me know though, I don't want to lagging again! I hate slow people… like myself! Star-of-Chaos: (hands an umbrella to you), don't want to get covered in shit either ;P TheDreamerLady: Aren't you just the sweetest? Seriously, I'm really grateful for your loyalty! I shall do my best just for you with every update my leader! (salutes you). And yes… Remy only has perverted facial expressions… my favorite kind! Aro: Alright, since you can't remember why… here's the next update. And I mean it when I tell you not to take down 'Choices'! I LIKE IT! SickmindedSucker: I'm sure you remembered by now.. but if not, just scrolled down. It's right there.. and you'll be like 'oh yeah.. of course I remember now!" ROMY-4-EVA: LoL.. yes, I knew you would remember. Now, I'm sure everyone else will too ;p Ludi: Spanking? Dirty Ludi! So dirty… ;P And when you said you would go smash Warren's jaw… had me in fits on end! I loved that line.. heck, I'd smash his jaw too… or burn his house down… I mean, fire is so pretty… But anywho, well… the characters get more messed up in this chapter. Bear with me here… 0o Slickboy444: I shall continue writing this because I remember making a certain promise to a certain someone… I think it was you! Don't worry, I won't give up… hopefully I'll have a new chapter by the beginning of next week. But don't hold me to it! I have a horrible habit of procrastination! Demiducky25: But does Logan really care about her or is it all just sex? Really now? And… how can you marry someone who isn't… actually, scrolled down to read that part ;P
On with the story…
The WeddingChapter 6
"What do y' mean you can't marry me? Don't you want to anymore?" Remy asked, completely shocked by her outburst. All he felt at the moment was completely and utter bewilderment at her sudden change of heart. He had thought that marriage was what they had coveted for so long. This was what they owed to their son. This was what would bind their love for eternity, so how could she possibly cast it aside as if it wasn't worth anything, he wondered.
She glared at him as the humiliation brought on by earlier events was still felt by her. She pointed her finger at him in accusation and cried, "Of course ah wanna marry ya! Ya stupid swamp rat!"
He heaved a sigh of relief as he approached her cautiously but she retreated from his outreached arms. "Don't touch me!" She cried. He withdrew his hands and was completely flabbergasted.
"What's wrong den?" He asked for he was more confused than ever. He didn't know what could possibly stand in their way of matrimony.
"What's wrong? Ah'll tell ya what's wrong! Have ya ever thought, just once, Remy, just once, that when ya ask someone t'marry ya, that ya will actually be free t'get married??" She exclaimed.
"Oh no…" He muttered as he realized what she was talking about. Rogue became more infuriated with him when she heard his response.
"Oh no! Is that all ya have t' say?? Dammit, REMY! What the hell is wrong wit' ya? Did ya know how embarrassing it was when ah walked down t' city hall t' learn how t' apply for a marriage license and have that man snicker at me and told me that ya are already married? Ya had so many goddamn years to divorce her and ya actually had the audacity to ask me to marry ya when ya are still married to her?? Let me tell ya now that ah ain't into that polygamy shit!" She cried angrily.
"It'll be fine, chere. Remy'll get a divorce from Belle. Everything will be fine." He tried to console her and calm her down but she continued to glare at him.
"Right…do ya really think she's just going to bend over and let ya marry me? She will never give up on ya that easily! Dammit! And she hates me to death…there is no way in hell that she would step aside so ya can marry me. We might as well call the wedding off now!" Rogue exclaimed.
"Non! Non! Non! Remy'll solve dis. Just calm down." He requested. In a split second he was by her side and had his arms wrapped around her although she put up a good fight to resist his embrace. Finally, her anger subsided a bit as she became disappointed rather than mad.
"It's just that ah love ya, Remy and ah wanna us t'be a family. A family that we both never had but always wanted…and our son…" She murmured into his chest and he could feel his shirt getting wet by her tears. He felt like a complete idiot for being responsible for this whole mess. Then again, it was easy to forget that he was married when he had been legally separated from Belle for so long, hadn't seen his wife in years, and not to mention, they never even had any sort of relationship close to what constituted a marriage. Yet, despite all the excuses, he knew he was still undoubtedly responsible for the mess. Something in him should have reminded him that he had to divorce his first wife before he could get married again.
"Je suis desole, Rogue. It's just dat I don't love Belle, we never even lived one day o' married life t'gether and I know dat is no excuse t'me not remembering dat I am married before I ask y' to marry me, but understand dat I will get a divorce from her. We're not breaking our wedding date, we're keeping everyt'ing de same and Remy'll get a divorce from her. Everyt'ing will be fine." He explained while he stroked her back comfortingly.
Rogue lifted her head to meet his eyes and asked simply, "Promise?"
He kissed the top of her head and confirmed, "Promise."
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"'Ro? We need to talk." Logan requested after he knocked on her door. There was no response though and so he knocked harder this time. "Please, 'Ro, we really need to talk. I don't understand why you've been giving me the cold shoulder for the past two weeks. What did I do?" He asked, as he was already confused beyond reason.
Inside the room, Ororo was lying on the floor with all the windows opened as the cool early spring air breezed in. Her eyes were closed as she embraced the chill. She heard him on the other side of the door but she didn't know how to answer him. She wasn't even sure why she had treated him the way she did for the past two weeks. Things weren't making sense to her and perhaps, maybe that was the reason why they couldn't continue their relationship, although it wasn't much of a relationship and was more of a casual sex thing between the two. Maybe that was what was bothering her; that she knew it could never be deeper than sex. That she could never be what he wanted. She was only there to satisfy his sexual needs and nothing more. A tear trickled down her face as the realization hit her. She was only his whore. That was all she would ever be.
"'Ro? Please. We need to talk about this." He requested again. Finally the door swung open and all he could see were her teary sad blue eyes. He wanted to hold her and make the tears go away but he was too stunned to do anything.
She looked at him and could feel that her heart got heavier. If only things could just work out. If only he wanted me for everything I am and not just my body, she thought bitterly to herself.
"Darlin', what's wrong?" He asked at last.
She blinked back the tears and held her head high. "Nothing. Nothing's wrong. There's nothing to talk about." She responded.
"There is. What have we become? Don't you want this anymore?" He asked with such intensity in his eyes that she had never seen such emotion in him before. Maybe he does feel it, maybe he does, she began to think but then she realized what he had just ask her and her hopes were dashed once again. When he said 'this', he meant 'sex', and that was all there was to it.
"No. I don't, Logan. I don't want this anymore. I want so much more that this but that can never happen. I'm sorry. It's better this way for both of us." She explained softly and she recoiled back into her room before he could say another word.
Logan was completely speechless. Could she possibly feel the way he did for her, he questioned. All this time he had thought she didn't want anything deeper than sex with him. She made it a point to keep their affair a secret. She made it a point to not even be near him in public. He had thought she was ashamed of him and was embarrassed to be with him. He always wanted more than that though and the only reason why he even went along with her whole pretense was to please her and hold on to something of her, even if it was something that was a lot less than what he desired.
He raised his hand to knock on the door again, but then withdrew from it. It was ridiculous to think that maybe she did want him more than just for the physical, that maybe she could possibly 'love' him the way he loved her. It was absolutely ridiculous because who could ever love a beast like him. So all that was left to do was for him to turn around and walk away, and that was exactly what he did.
-xoxo-
Jean was sitting on the examining table in the medical lab with Scott by her side while they waited patiently for Hank to show up. They both had big huge smiles on their faces and it was because of the obvious; they were having their first child together. Things couldn't get better for them at this point. Everything was perfect.
"Well, how are my soon-to-be parents doing today?" A cheery deep voice asked from the entrance.
"Very well, Hank. Extremely well. Actually… no wait…Perfect. Simply perfect." Jean replied brightly.
Hank smiled at the two. He couldn't help but feel overjoyed for his two oldest and closest friends. He had known them since they were all just mere adolescents trying to find a place in a world that hated them for what they couldn't control, and what they had found was a family with each other. So, he couldn't be happier for them that they were finally embarking on the next chapter of their lives they so rightfully deserve after so many years of enduring obstacles that had stood in their way.
"Marvelous to hear, my dear. Let's get on with the check-up, shall we?" Hank suggested as he put on his lab coat.
"Couldn't begin any sooner." Scott murmured and he squeezed his wife's hand to show his support.
Hank began the regular check-up and after ten minutes, he smiled brightly and said. "Well, everything seems to be looking fine. The pregnancy is coming along nicely, just have to get through the first trimester and everything should be fine."
"Well, we're half-way there." Jean commented warmly as the smile on her face got wider, if that was humanly possible.
"Just seven and half more months to go, so brace yourself. Hmm…well, it's too early to make out an actual image of the fetus, but how would you two like to hear the heartbeat?" Hank asked.
"We would love to!" Scott said eagerly, while Jean nodded her head in agreement.
"I thought you two would enjoy the idea. Let me set up the ultrasound." He said and proceeded to do so. As soon as the machine was set up, he placed a gel on Jean's stomach with which it stirred a giggle out of her for the feeling was quite cold. Then he placed the probe on her stomach and scanned for the image of the baby. The beating of the baby's heart could be heard throughout the room and Jean and Scott both had the most joyous expressions on their faces. However, Hank's facial features were completely opposite of theirs. His eyebrows furrowed in distress and his lips were curved down in a frown. Jean noticed their blue doctor's worried appearance and she immediately became worried herself.
"What's wrong, Hank?" She asked in an almost frantic tone although she tried her best to remain calm.
"Actually, I'm not positive at the moment, just let me run a few tests, Jean." He responded and began to run a series of tests on her. Scott gripped his wife's hand in support as he could feel the sudden change of atmosphere in the room. After a few more minutes, Hank's face remained grim as his fears were confirmed.
"Hank, what's wrong? It is the baby?" Scott questioned.
"Please, Hank. Tell us what's wrong." Jean pleaded as tears of uncertainty and fear started to fall down her cheeks.
"There might be a chance that you might not be able to carry the baby to term." He told them hesitantly.
The married couple gasped at the news and Jean immediately asked. "What's wrong? What's wrong with the baby?"
"You might be having an ectopic pregnancy. It's not that rare in the present day and everything should be fine, but there is a much bigger risk for you that you might lose the baby. I cannot be certain and I will definitely try my best to ensure that it won't happen. We'll have to have regular frequent appointments and I will do all I can to ensure that the baby will be okay, but I have to warn you in advance that you will not be having an easy pregnancy and that there is a higher chance that you could miscarry." Hank explained.
Jean began bursting into tears while Scott tried to console her by wrapping his arms protectively around her. "I don't wanna lose the baby, Scott. I can't lose the baby." She sobbed as she held on to him tightly.
"We're not going to lose the baby, Jeanie. I have faith that we won't. It's going to be okay, my love. Everything will be okay." He cooed soothingly, however, he didn't quite believe his own words.
-xoxo-
Warren held a bouquet of red roses as he entered the Xavier Institute. It had been a month and a half since he had been here. It had been a month and a half since he had seen her. It had been a month and a half too long. He sighed as he recalled the last month and a half without her. The days were undoubtedly gloomier, his life had felt lonelier, and his heart felt emptier. He didn't know why he treated her the way he did, but he was ready to make amends. At least, he was convinced he was.
He wandered to the stairs that led up to her room. Nervousness ran through his entire body for he was scared that she would reject him. He wouldn't blame her if she did though, after the way he had treated her, that was what he deserved. Clear and simple, he had been a jackass and jackasses don't get the good when all they had done were bad. He walked up to her open door and peered in. She wasn't around and he sighed again. His nerves were really getting to him, and if he had to wait any longer he was sure that he would back out.
He walked back down the stairs and went to the common room of the mansion. He heard her laughter and his heart began beating rapidly. It had been so long since he had heard her laugh, and he was merely reminded of how beautiful her laugh sounded. His paced increased significantly for all he wanted at the moment was to see her, to hold her, to feel her.
When he reached the entrance of the common room, he stopped in his tracks. The television was on and featured some sort of cartoon that Warren didn't recognize. She sat on the couch laughing while she poked him. Him as in Bobby, who was also teasing her by poking her side too. They looked as if they were having a ball and didn't even realize that he was in the room. His face fell with disappointment, as it was clear that she didn't want him - that she didn't need him.
He turned around and walked away so they wouldn't catch him there, but he wasn't quick enough. "Hey! War! What's up, buddy?" Bobby's cheery voice asked him. Warren's face tightened at the sound of his 'friend' but he managed to put on a pleasant and relaxed expression before he turned around to face the two.
"Not much, here for the dance lesson actually." Warren responded as coolly as possible. He looked over at Betsy who quickly looked away. Her expression was completely opposite from what it had been minutes earlier. He watched her face become sad and uncomfortable. Maybe she still feels the same way, maybe she still loves me, he thought to himself.
"Speaking of dance lesson, let's go, Bobby. Be my partner, right?" Betsy asked Bobby. The uncomfortable Iceman shifted his eyes from Warren and back to Betsy. He shrugged and responded. "Whatever you want, Bets."
She forced a fake confident smile and grabbed Bobby's hand. "C'mon, let's go then." She requested and dragged him out of the room and passed Warren without a glance. Bobby gave a sympathetic look to Warren before he followed her to the parlour room.
Warren looked down at the roses that were still in his hands. He walked over the wastebasket and threw them in there before he went to join the others in the parlour room.
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"The key to the waltz is keeping your posture straight and dancing with grace and poise." The instructor explained as he waved his arm to emphasize his point. A few of the mutants rolled their eyes at the flamboyantly dressed man, but they were already there and could not leave without feeling the wrath of Rogue, something that would most likely hurt a lot since Rogue had spent so many hours trying to rearrange everyone's schedule so they could all be here. The dance lesson was an idea of Rogue's since she wanted an old fashioned waltz at her wedding reception and she wanted it to be absolutely perfect.
"Okay, face your partners. Men, place your left hand right below the shoulder blade of the woman and take their left hand into your right. Women, place your right hand on the man's left arm. Make sure that both of you have your backs straight and the man should be the one to lead." The instructor explained.
Rogue looked up at Remy with the brightest smile and he returned the sentiment. He held her comfortably in her arms and bent down for a quick kiss. Things had settled down between the two of them after the whole 'him being still married' incident. He had filed for divorce earlier this morning and the future was looking bright for them once again.
Jean was of course in her husband's arms. Scott held her protectively and it was obvious the two had been under a lot of strain with the news of the baby, but they both wanted to try to make the best of the situation and could only pray that everything was going to be fine. The rest of the team didn't know about their dilemma, and for now they were going to keep it that way for once the news was out, the situation would become more real than both were willing to face.
Logan glanced across the room and growled bitterly. He wasn't even dancing but Rogue still forced him to be there. His eyes were fixed on Ororo who was partnered up with Kurt. It should be him that had her in his arms, he thought bitterly.
Warren held an over excited Jubilee in his arms as his eyes were focused on Bobby and Betsy. He should be the one holding Betsy, she belonged to him, he thought resentfully. Then he realized that it wasn't true. She never belonged to him, she didn't belong to anyone, but he sure as hell wished she was in his arms though.
"You know you should totally just apologize to her. She misses you." Jubilee piped up.
Warren looked down at her and had the confused look in his eyes that seemed to say that he didn't even realize that she was there in the first place. When his head registered what the young teenager had said, he responded. "That's probably not true. She looks pretty happy with Drake over there."
"Pfft. Well if you're gonna have that attitude, maybe you don't deserve her." Jubilee scoffed.
"Maybe you're right." Warren murmured in agreement.
The dance lesson lasted for an hour while some couples were having a lot of success while others were struggling quite a bit. Kurt and Ororo seemed to floating across the room, but that might have been because of Ororo's manipulation of the air. Kitty and Piotr got an angry outburst from the instructor for they didn't dance together at all, well at least Kitty didn't dance. She had her feet on Piotr's big feet and he did all the work while carrying her with him. Bobby seemed to be having a tough time for he was convinced that he was born with two left feet. So, Betsy's feet were certainly feeling sore. Warren and Jubilee were doing fine since Warren knew how to waltz ever since he was a kid due to his mother's insistence that he learned a gentlemanly art such as the waltz. Scott and Jean were having trouble at first but seemed to be getting the hang of it by the end of the lesson. And for the bride and groom to be, they were having a marvelous time with Rogue adding a little sassiness into the dance with the swaying of her hips, and Remy adding a little spice of his own by opting to keep his hand much lower down her back although much to the disapproval of the instructor.
"Well, that was certainly an interesting lesson to say the least. Hmm…everyone seems to be doing quite well, although a few of you do need to work on it." He said and directed the last sentence to Bobby who blushed sheepishly. "But the two best dancers that I have seen so far would have to be Mr. Worthington and Ms. Braddock, so if you two could please come out and demonstrate the perfect waltz, it would definitely be of a benefit to everyone." The instructor requested.
Warren stepped into the middle of the room as he silently thanked the instructor. Betsy's feet seemed to have glued to the floor for she didn't make any actions to move. So, Bobby helped her along by pushing her into the middle of the room, which earned Bobby a glare from her. She walked reluctantly in front of Warren who took her in his arms.
He relished at the feeling of having her in his arms again. He didn't realize how much he had missed the sensation of her touch. Betsy savoured the feeling of his arms around her as well. At that very moment, the only thing she wanted was for him to never let go. They danced extremely well together and with the utmost grace and poise.
Everyone around them marveled at how well they moved and many of them wondered why they had broken up in the first place. After the music ended, Warren still held Betsy firmly in his arms. It was as if everyone else around him didn't exist and he was only there with her and her alone. She looked up into his eyes with an almost desperate hope.
"Betsy…I…" He began.
"What do we have here? An old country square dance?" A sarcastic voice interrupted him and rang throughout the parlour room. The moment was broken between Betsy and him as she escaped from his embrace. He felt his heart drop with disappointment again as he turned to glare at the woman who had rudely interrupted his one chance.
His glare was met with a sadistic smirk by Emma Frost.
