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Author's Note: Wow, I've updated again. Like I said, I just want to get this story back on track so I could care less about reviews… and I shall update as fast as I possibly can… or something like that. Just to let those who are following my other stories. Breaking the Habit will be updated by tonight (hopefully), and I'll get cracking on Shouldn't Be So Hard and hopefully have a new chapter by next week. No promises though. So, everyone read, re-familiarize yourselves with the story, and most importantly enjoy!

Ish: AHAH! I did it… I'm not that slow.. well, yes, I am slow. Please don't blame… it's a medical condition and this prescribed marijuana just ain't helping :p TheDreamerLady: you're so kooky! Simply love it my dear. You have such spunk… what a great leader ;P Ludi: Yes, hun, you should be ashamed of yourself. Fine… sure, these chapters were written a long time ago, and all I have to do is edit 'em… but you should still be ashamed with your updating speed… now, umm.. update? Okay, fine too much for me to ask. I know I know. I love dancing too! Let's go dancing and boogie on down! (boogies around the room) Oh.. and I haven't been sleeping.. you've been sleeping… I'll e-mail you about more ideas of our much anticipated (probably not) collab! Demiducky25: Oh… you love Emma… we all love Emma, but Scott shouldn't love Emma. Damn Summers! Damn him to hell! Wolvie and Stormy… maybe Jeremy can sort it all out for 'em. ;P slickboy444: The updating speed good for you? We're almost there… so hang on tight!

On with the story…

The Wedding

Chapter 7

The room was filled with silence as the residential mutants turned their attention to their unanticipated guest with expectations that she would explain why she was here. Emma became rather amused as she strutted into the middle of the room. "Well, aren't you all going to give me a warm welcoming hug?" She asked in a fake sugary voice.

"What are you doing here, Frost?" Logan asked bluntly as he eyed the White Queen suspiciously.

"Since we insist to getting straight to the point without my hug, then I might as well explain. Charles asked me to come here actually and perhaps stay a few months. A new transfer of students will be arriving and who better to teach them how to use their powers than me?" She answered confidently.

"Ah think ah can name a few actually." Rogue commented and eyed her with the same amount of suspicion as Logan.

Emma rolled her eyes and retorted. "Hmm…so after all these years he finally decides to marry you. Was it because you can finally satisfy his sexual needs now or is it because he knocked you up?"

Rogue glared at her and was about ready to pounce her if it wasn't for the fact that Remy held her back. He whispered something soothing into her ear and she calmed right down. Rogue simply walked out of the room and Remy followed her. When he passed Emma, he said. "Y' must be pretty lonely t' be takin' cheap shots at ot'er's people's happiness."

Emma glowered at him and turned her attention back to the rest of the room. By now, everyone had already left and the only ones that were still there were getting ready to leave. Nobody wanted to have anything to do with Emma and for good reasons. She directed her attention to Bobby, the man she had once possessed the body of. Her smirk warmed up just a bit but was hardly noticeable.

"Hello, Robert." She greeted in a still rather cold tone.

"Hey, Emma. So you'll be staying here for a while, huh?" He asked redundantly.

"That's what I said a few moments ago." She replied.

Bobby laughed and brushed a hand over his hair. "Right. Well, it'll be a nice change having you here." He said.

Emma's eyes brightened up ever so slightly at his kind words but not enough that it was visible to anyone else. "Thank you." She simply replied without any additional sarcastic comments.

"Hey, Bobby. Let's go, hun." Betsy said and grabbed Bobby's arm. He turned his attention back to Betsy and then looked sympathetically at Warren once more, before he agreed. "'K, Bets. Hold your horses." She dragged him out of the room quickly with two pair of eyes glaring at them from behind.

Warren sighed heavily and said. "You sure have impeccable timing, Emma."

Emma observed him for a while before asking, "You and the Brit having problems?"

"No. We're over." Warren replied frankly and with remorse.

"So…does that mean she and the Ice cube are together?" Emma asked with interest although she tried to act indifferent about it.

"Probably. I don't know. I'm leaving. See you around, Emma." Warren replied and walked out of the room, leaving her entirely alone in the massive parlour. It was hard to believe that the room was filled with people moments earlier but had managed to clear out within minutes of her arrival.

-xoxo-

The night was considerably warm for early spring and it was probably a good thing. The moon shone brightly and outlined the trees around them. The fire was roaring while two sticks with a marshmallow on the end of each were roasting above the fire. Holding one stick was a man that sometimes did look like he belonged in the wild more so than in the mansion. The other owner of the stick was dressed in an oversized flannel shirt, jeans, boots, and one of those hats with flaps to cover the ears. He was grinning brightly as he roasted his marshmallow with his godfather.

"Careful with the fire, kid. Don't put the stick too deep into the flames." Logan warned him and watched his godson carefully in order to ensure that the kid didn't fall into the fire himself.

"J'remy knows. Fire's hot ya know?" He stated knowingly which stirred a chuckle out of Logan.

"Should hang out with you more. At least you're easier to understand." Logan commented. Jeremy stared at his Godfather blankly and then asked. "Unca Wolvie confused?"

Logan sighed and answered. "Women. Never know where one stand's with 'em."

"Well, ya can stand in front, stand b'side, stand b'hind…lots o' places t' stand." The three-and-a-half year old answered.

Logan chuckled again and just said. "Nevermind, Kid. Don't eat the marshmallow yet. It's hot."

Jeremy twirled his stick while he blew gently on it. "J'remy knows." He answered pointedly once more.

"Mmhmm." Logan replied as he blew on his own marshmallow. Personally, he didn't even like marshmallow but his godson insisted on marshmallows and he usually complied with his godson's requests. It was rather weak of him, but he figured Jeremy wasn't his kid so it was okay if he spoiled the child. He was going to let Rogue and Remy deal with the actual disciplining of the child while he got to play the fun godfather.

Jeremy picked at his marshmallow with his fingers and stuck his gooey fingers into his mouth. His eyes were fixated on his current task of eating but he said. "So, Unca Wolvie havin' trouble wit' Aunty Stormy?"

Logan's eyes widened at what he just heard come out of Jeremy's mouth. "What are ya talkin' about, Kid?" He questioned.

Jeremy shrugged, continued playing with his marshmallow, and answered. "Unca Wolvie look sad and Aunty Stormy look sad, but used t' be happy when t'get'er."

"When did you see us together?" He questioned with the utmost curiosity. He didn't think anyone picked up on the fact that Ororo and him was having an affair, well not definitely anyway. But here was this child who seemed to know more about their situation than he himself. At least, that was what it felt like.

"J'remy saw kissing but no more kissing. Now, Unca Wolvie and Aunty Stormy sad. Why not kiss 'gain?" He suggested.

"I wish things were as simple as that, but women just don't work that way. One day they want you, the next they don't. They can't seem to make up their minds about what they want." Logan said as he felt his heart get heavy.

Jeremy popped the rest of the marshmallow into his mouth and reached for the bag to poke another one on. "Aunty Stormy wants ya." He said.

"No, she doesn't. She never wanted me. Who could ever love someone like me?" Logan replied.

"J'remy loves ya!" The little boy piped up. He dropped his stick down along with the bag and walked over to his godfather. He gave his godfather a big hug and kissed him on the cheek. "All better now?" He asked.

Logan smiled and said. "All better for now."

-xoxo-

Emma wandered aimlessly around the mansion. The new batch of students weren't scheduled to arrive for another three days and thus, she really didn't have anything to do. She didn't even know why she decided to go up to the mansion three days early anyway. She had convinced herself that it was so she could settle in but deep down, she knew that wasn't the case. It was mainly because she wanted some sort of adult interaction or one certain adult for that matter, although she would never admit it to anyone. The television was blaring and she walked towards the common room. She peered in and saw some sort of animated turtle show on and the one watching it was no other than Robert Drake. Her lips curled up and she sauntered in.

"Watching an educational children's program, I see. So is this meant for a three year old?" She asked sarcastically and took a seat in a lounge chair diagonally across from him.

Bobby turned his head and smiled at Emma. "Nah. This is meant for eight year olds. Grew out of the three year old stuff years ago." He responded warmly.

"At this rate, you might actually reach adulthood by the time you're eighty." She commented.

"Doubt it. I think I'd be dead before I ever become an 'adult'. So, how are you doing today?" He asked her politely.

"I'm doing quite well, actually. Rather bored though. There isn't much to do around here." She commented.

"Well, it tends to get rather dull around here. There is a games room. Lots of games actually." He suggested but with one look at how she scrunched up her nose in disgust, he knew that it was a bad suggestion. "Maybe not."

"Might not be a bad idea if I was ten years old…actually, it would still be a bad idea." She stated.

"Must have been fun living in your house when you were a kid." He commented sarcastically this time.

"Tell me about it. So how are you doing today?" She asked politely.

"Well, I have my cartoons on, there aren't any kids running around, the world seems to be okay at the moment so no need to play super hero, and I have good company. What more can a guy ask for?" He replied.

"Good company?" She inquired with surprise. She had never been considered as good company by anyone before.

He smiled warmly and agreed. "Yeah, good company, that's what you are, Em."

"Are you sure you want to use those choice of words, Drake? If you haven't noticed, everyone has been avoiding me like the plague around here." She commented rather bitterly, though at the same time, she couldn't help but be pleased with herself about it.

"Well, I'm not everyone. You're witty, talkative, got a sick sense of humour, and you ain't too bad to look at. I think that qualifies as 'good company'. Don't you?" He challenged and grinned. Truthfully, he liked Emma, which would be considered strange for all that she had put him through. It was her that had taken over his body and used his powers better than he used them, himself. But it was also her that motivated him to be able to use his powers to its maximum potential.

"Funny. Always thought you hated me." She stated bluntly.

"Hate you? Nah. I mean I did, at one point, really really disliked you but after that whole ordeal in your office and you helping me out with my powers, I kind of stopped hating you. [1] Plus, I'm not one to hold a grudge. There are too many things to do in life than to spend all my time holding a grudge. For example, take the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Mutated Pizza-eating turtles are much more interesting than dwelling in my room cursing someone." He responded.

"Don't quite know if I agree with the turtles part but good point nonetheless. Well, you're quite good company too, I supposed. Not much of a change from talking to the other children, but delightful even so." She said with a hint of warmth. She had never been treated with such open kindness by anyone before and it actually felt nice, contrary to her earlier beliefs.

"I'll take that as a compliment, I think." Bobby said slightly puzzled.

"Bobby!" A British accented voice cried from outside the room.

"WHAT?" He answered back. Soon, Betsy joined them in the room. She made it a point to ignore Emma and grabbed Bobby's hand. "We said we'll do lunch. You owe me. Let's go."

"Right. Okay then. Emma, would you like to join us?" He asked politely and got up.

"Bobby…you did say it was going to be just the two of us." Betsy stressed for she was definitely not up for Emma Frost's company.

Emma's eyes narrowed and she responded coolly. "Nice of you to ask, but I don't like to dine with British snobs."

Betsy glared at her and just dragged Bobby out of the room. He looked at Emma once more and said. "I'll see you around, Emma."

"Mmhmm." She murmured with her lips pursed together and her eyes still narrowed into slits.

-xoxo-

The knife was hitting the chopping board rapidly as Jean used all her effort to concentrate on this simple task. Lately, it seemed that she always needed to make a strong effort to concentrate on the simplest task. It was reasonable though since her mind seemed to be consumed with worrying about her pregnancy and her fear of what could happen. She dropped the knife as tears formed once again. Crying was all she had been doing lately, although she made sure she only cried in private. The most difficult time she had with holding back the tears was when she was teaching. The bright faces of her students always reminded her of how she may never see that same joyous expression on her own child's face.

"Jean?" Ororo's voice inquired from behind. Jean dabbed her tears away and forced a smile before she turned around to face her friend.

"Hello, Ororo. How are you today?" She asked as calmly as she could, but she couldn't prevent her hand from shaking. Ororo picked up on this and she immediately became worried.

"I'm fine. You don't look like it though. Are you okay?" She asked Jean worriedly.

"I'm fine. Just fine." Jean managed to say, but she could feel her eyes watering up again. It didn't take Ororo long before she placed a comforting arm around Jean's shoulders.

"What's wrong, dear?" She asked.

"Everything's wrong, 'Ro. Everything." She stated as the tears trickled down her cheeks.

"Come now, friend. Let's go have a seat." Ororo suggested and led Jean over to the kitchen table. They both sat down and Ororo took Jean's hands into her own. "Now tell me what's wrong."

"The pregnancy is not going well. There's a high chance that I might lose the baby." Jean said openly. Ororo's eyes widened with shock but she regained her composure and strength for her friend immediately.

"I'm sure everything will be okay. Have you been attending regular visits with Hank?" Ororo asked calmly.

"Yeah. Hank said I'm doing fine so far, but I can't help but think that I might actually lose this baby. I just want this baby so much, 'Ro." Jean answered. Ororo placed a comforting hand on her back and rubbed it. "I know, Jean. And you will have this baby. How is Scott doing with all this?"

"Oh you know Scott. He stays strong no matter what situation. He never shows his emotions and I know he's doing it for me, but sometimes I just wish he would tell me that he was scared too. At least I would know we are feeling the same emotions and fears and I wouldn't feel so alone in this. Don't get me wrong, Scott is a great husband and extremely supportive of me, but I wish he would just let me support him too. Let us support each other." Jean explained.

"Scott tends to be the reserved with his feelings, but I'm sure he does it for you. He loves you so. Your child will live, I can just feel it, and you and Scott will be wonderful parents to this little boy or girl." Ororo consoled her.

Jean smiled and dabbed her tears away. "Thank you, 'Ro."

"No need for that. We're friends, remember that whenever you feel you need one, I'm here." Ororo responded warmly.

"I know. It goes both ways too, remember? So, now really tell me how you have been doing lately." Jean requested and changed the subject.

"I have been fine." Ororo answered half-heartedly.

"Right, and that's why it has been pouring rain for the past month or so? I have to say that I was pleasantly surprised that it cleared up yesterday." Jean commented.

"Well, Jeremy was going camping with Logan and so, it wouldn't be fun camping in the rain." She explained.

"So…what is the deal with you and Logan?" Jean asked plainly.

"Nothing. There is no deal with Logan and I. We're just teammates, simple as that." Ororo responded.

Jean arched a curious eyebrow and said. "Right. I'm sure it's as simple as that. You do realize that you are talking to a telepath, right?"

"Jean Grey, I hope you do not intend to use your powers against me." Ororo mocked.

"Well, don't make me resort to that." Jean threatened although it was pretty much an empty threat since she would never poke into her friend's mind so carelessly.

Ororo sighed and said. "Well, Logan and I had been having somewhat of an affair since the end of the last mission."

"Ororo Munroe! And you didn't tell me this because?" Jean asked with surprise.

"Because there is nothing more to tell. We've ended it, well I ended it anyhow. Things are over with and back to the way it was." She replied.

"Is that what you really want?" Jean asked and noticed that Ororo's eyes had a hint of sadness in them.

"What does it matter what I want. I'm sure it's what he wants. Everything's fine, Jean, really." Ororo said again.

Jean took her friend's hand in hers and said. "If you say so, 'Ro. But how about we go for a nice walk. We might as well enjoy the sunshine while you let it last."

Ororo got up and smiled. "Sounds like a wonderful idea."

-xoxo-

Betsy Braddock hung up the phone and was looking rather disappointed. She fell back onto her bed and sighed. If only he could come over, but he had to do what he had to do, she tried to reason with herself. But that didn't she had to be happy about it. She really had wanted to see him. He would make her feel a little bit better about the whole Warren ordeal. He always made her feel better.

She rolled over on to her front and heaved another big sigh. She knew whom she really wanted but he didn't want her. It has been two months and it still hurt like it had happened just yesterday. When does the pain begin to go away, she wondered.

Her mind wandered back to the dance lesson. It had felt so right being in his arms again, as if nothing had changed, as if he loved her the way she loved him. But that was a ridiculous notion since he obviously didn't love her. The feeling wasn't mutual. It was one-sided and she was definitely on the wrong side.

She lingered in her room for a little longer before she got up to go find herself a date since her original date had backed out. It was obvious whom she was going to ask to go with her. He had been there for her and had actually grown to be her closest friend. She was extremely grateful to have him in her life and he made the days more bearable.

She knocked on his door and he opened it with a bright smile on his face. When was he never smiling, she thought.

"Ms. Braddock, what can I do for you today?" Bobby asked.

"Well, nothing today, luv, but you could do something for me next week." She replied and walked past him and into his room. She plopped down on to his bed and he sat on the edge of it.

"And that would be?" He inquired further.

"Well, there's this charity gala next Saturday night, and Brian was supposed to be coming and we were supposed to be representing the Braddock clan. But apparently, he has something or other to do and cannot make it. So, I need a date and that is where you come in." She explained.

"Hmm…can I wear jeans and my superman t-shirt?" He asked jokingly.

"How about we settled for a tie and tux?" She offered instead.

"Hmm…that's pretty darn tempting getting dressed up in a monkey suit. I don' t know, Bets…I'm not much of one to go to those kind of events." Bobby replied skeptically.

"I know but who else do I have to bring? I can't bring Hank or Kurt…if you haven't noticed they're blue. I'm not up for Logan's company and Scott is married so I don't want any rumours started about me dating a married man. So, really you're my last resort." Betsy elucidated.

"Wow, I didn't realize that I was so high up on your list of options." Bobby scorned.

"Oh you know what I mean. C'mon…it should be fun. There'll be tons of food." Betsy tried to tempt him.

"Well…if you say there's a lot of food there, then I'm sold. I'll be happy to be your date." He responded.

"Fabulous, darling." Betsy stated and gave Bobby a quick peck on the cheek.

"Well, there better be those little pigs in a blanket or else I'm leaving." He teased and winked at her. She rolled her eyes and said. "Actually on second thought, Kurt does have an image inducer…"

-xoxo-

Jeremy was bouncing in his seat with excitement as his eyes were glued to the talking fishes on the television screen. His parents were snuggled up on the couch, paying more attention to each other rather than the movie their son was watching for the millionth time.

"Do y' t'ink de petite will ever get tired of dis movie?" He whispered into Rogue's ear.

"Maybe when the sequel comes out." Rogue responded.

"Mon dieu. Dere's gonna be a sequel? Remy can't stand dis movie as it is." He replied.

"Well, our son likes it and isn't that what matters?" She asked.

"Hmm… doesn't my sanity count for anyt'ing, chere?" He asked in return.

"Ya still have some of it left?" She teased and stuck her tongue out.

"Oui…actually non. Just remember I lost it all when I asked y' t' marry me." He teased in return.

Rogue glared at him and said in a stern voice. "Ya sure ya don' wanna take that back, swamp rat? Ah'm sure the lawyer can rip up those divorce papers…."

His eyes widened and he pulled her closer to him. "Just kidding, chere. Ain't nobody Remy wants t'marry more den y'."

"SHHH! Ya two are loud!" Jeremy shushed them and there was irritation written all over his little face.

"Sorry, sugah. We'll be more quiet." Rogue responded amusingly. Her son huffed to emphasize his annoyance before turning back to the television. Rogue and Remy both stifled their laughter from seeing their son's face. It was if the roles were reversed and he was the parent and they the children.

Ring Ring

Remy reached over to the table by the couch and answered the phone. "Allo?"

Suddenly he shot up and walked out of the room. Rogue followed him shortly after she informed their son where they would be.

"Belle, why are y' doing dis?" He asked and listened to her response.

"We don' have a marriage, Belle. We never did." He answered. Hearing that it was Belladonna on the phone, Rogue ran to their bedroom and grabbed another phone to listen in on their conversation.

"I don' care, Remy. I'm not gonna divorce y' so y' can marry her."

"Belle, it's not about dat. Don' y' t'ink it's about time we get on wit' our lives? Don' y' wanna be free from dis whole mess dat don't even constitute a marriage?"

"It's a marriage, Remy, whet'er y' like it or not. We took dose vows and until deat' do us part, I ain't ever gonna let y' go."

"Ya two didn't even have a marriage. He doesn't love ya anymore. Give him the chance to make a proper family for his son!" Rogue blurted out through the phone.

"Well, if it isn't de husband stealing whore! Guess what, bitch, I ain't ever gonna give Remy up. I'll fight dis divorce and tie it up in court for so long dat by de time he's free, y'll be dead. And dat I can guarantee y'!" Belle cried through the phone and hung up.

Rogue slammed her phone down and let out an ear-piercing scream. Seconds later, she was joined in the bedroom by her fiancée. Her eyes were expelling angry tears as she threatened. "Ah'm gonna kill her. Ah'm gonna fly down there and kill her."


[1] Office showdown between Iceman and White Queen in Uncanny X-Men 331