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Author's Note: Muahahaha… and I've updated again. Edited once, leave me alone. Frankly, I just want to get all the chapters up… which is funny, because I don't even know what to write in the new chapters. I honestly don't know how I'm going to tie everything up… yet, I just want to update this baby quickly. And yes, I lied about updating Breaking the Habit. Though, I'm confident that that story will be updated by this morning PST time. Oh… and I started on the next chapter of Shouldn't Be So Hard, but honestly, that's story has become rather sad to even write it. I know I dug my own hole on this one, but really I feel so bad for Rogue. Gosh… it's such a wretched story. But, I shall update that by next week hopefully, cross your fingers! Anywho, read, review, enjoy! Gonna go read some X-Men 4 through 7 now. I'm behind on my comics as well… muahahahahah! Like that ISH? I'm like over a decade behind on comics or better put… 150 comics behind!
Star-of-Chaos: But… it's not Belle's fault. I mean, she is his wife. He is rightfully hers… alright, I'm probably just talking to wall about this right now. Ishandahalf: I'm not that slow… geez.. okay, I'm pretty darn slow but that's just because there's so much to read! Honestly, I don't know how you do it. You must have like six pairs of eyes or something! Gbmarie: I still hate , but I guess I can't fight the system… I know… Hugh Jackman…drools ;P TheDreamerLady: Your review just made me chuckle… loved it! Ludi: Wha… you're such a slow updater… tsk tsk, Ludi… can you get any slower? I mean, really now… I've seen turtles who update fanfiction faster than ya! Okay… just kidding! Don't have a cow man :D Oh.. and I sent you an email! Hopefully you understand my ramblings… I'm an odd one, yes I am! Slickboy444: yo, hun, don't update your last chapter yet. I'm still reading your third chapter! I can't read that fast and your chapters are freaking long! But, no fret, I shall catch up! I will, I promise, and I'll try to leave a review for every chapter. Just don't expect them all at once, as you can tell, I'm rather slow! Well, we're almost getting to a new chapter… hang tight! T.: You're still alive! Yay! Haven't seen you in a while! Good to see ya! Crypticnotions: Allo, nice to meet ya! Glad you're liking the story. And them getting it together? Do you know who you're talking about? These people never get their act together, but I'll see what I can do. ;p freakaleek4jello: Yes, Jeremy's one of best creations. Ain't he a darling… if I was guaranteed a kid like him, maybe I would consider having kids in the future. Though, it'd be highly unlikely. Shucks! Jubes2681: Well, in the first story which is "A Different Way to a Perfect Ending", Logan is chosen as godfather because he kind of helps Rogue out with a few things. And Ororo helps Rogue out as well. Not to mention, Rogue is closer to these two characters than she is to Jean and Scott. And I know you would ask why Kurt isn't godfather. Well, Kurt's technically already uncle to Jeremy, and if anything were to happen to Rogue and Remy, I do explain in the first story that Kurt will be the first one to get Jeremy, then Ororo, then Logan. Scotty will have his moment in chapter 11 =) Hope, you're more cleared up on things :P
On with the story…
The WeddingChapter 8
"Chere, calm down…" Remy began.
"Calm down?? Your wife just told us that she will tie this divorce in court for years and ya stand there and tell me t' calm down?!?! AH'LL CALM DOWN AS SOON AS THAT SWAMP WITCH IS DEAD!" Rogue screamed as her eyes burned with fury. She got up and ran towards her dresser.
Remy walked cautiously towards his fiancée and said, "Everyt'ing will be fine, chere… what are y' doing?"
She pulled out a drawer and grabbed her uniform. She threw it to the bed and whipped her shirt off.
"Rogue… y' ain't gonna kill her…" Remy started again as it was clear that Rogue had her mind set on that particular mission.
Rogue glared at him and said. "Ah'll do what ah have t' for mah family."
"Y' aren't t'inkin' straight at de moment. We'll talk dis over. We can't kill her." Remy tried to reason.
"Why can't we kill her?? As far as ah know, there won't be no one who's going t'give a damn if she's dead… unless ya still have feelings for her!" Rogue accused him. Remy's eyes widened from the deadly look Rogue was directing at him. If he didn't know her better, he could have sworn that she would have killed him right there and then.
"O'course I don' have feelings for Belle. Y're de only one I love, chere. Dat's it." He responded.
"Then it shouldn't be a problem if ah go kill her then." She concluded and proceeded to put on her uniform.
"Rogue, we need t' talk about dis…" Remy began as he inched closer to her. When he was finally by her side, he placed a careful arm around her waist. Rogue was about to push his arm away but he held her firmly. She took in a deep breath and tried to calm down if not for anything but for the sake of her son. Remy pulled her closer to him and she buried her face in his chest. He felt his shirt get damp since it was evident that Rogue was crying. He rubbed her back soothingly as he silently cursed himself for being responsible once again for her tears.
"It's not fair, Remy. Every time when it seems like we're finally t'gether, when we're finally happy, stupid things keep standing in our way. Ah just hate it. It makes me wonder if we're meant to be t'gether at all." She sobbed.
Remy pulled her away slightly from her and said. "Look at me, Rogue." She did as she was told and his intense ruby eyes looked straight into her jade ones. "Don't ever question dat, y'understand? We're meant t'be t'get'er and nobody is going t' stand in our way. No matter what we'll get married. Even if we have t' get our license on anot'er day den de day we set, fine, but remember dat y're de one I love and will always be de one I love. Nobody else but de mot'er of my beautiful child. Y'got dat?"
Rogue nodded her head and smiled meekly. Remy bent down and kissed her lightly on the lips. "Dat's my girl."
"Remy, ah still wanna kill her." She commented quietly as her green eyes flashed angrily for a split second. He just laughed at her comment as he pulled her closer to him again, once more.
"I know, but dat don't mean y're going to." He responded.
"Ya testing me, Cajun?" She challenged.
"Not at all. Remy said y' ain't gonna kill her but don' mean dat y' ain't capable of killing her. But how about we try t'ings de old-fashioned way. I'll consult my lawyer and we'll find a loophole somewhere. No matter what, we're gonna get married." He confirmed.
"Mmhmm…" Rogue murmured in agreement although she wasn't too convinced that things would be that easy.
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Her long manicured fingers wrapped around the cup of the richest blend of French coffee and brought the cup to her luscious scarlet lips. She took a sip, as her eyes remained focused on the words before her. The gold cursive letters stared back at her and the part 'and guest' stood out and it seemed as if it was taunting her slightly. The problem was obvious; she didn't have a 'guest'. She sighed and dropped the card.
"Morning Sunshine." A cheery voice greeted her. She turned her head to the doorway and smiled lightly at Robert Drake whose hair was still disheveled and he was dressed in only a pair of boxers and a Xavier Institute t-shirt. Her eyes ran up and down his frame and were quite satisfied at what she was seeing.
"Don't you think it's inappropriate to be dressed like that especially with children all over the place?" She asked and rolled her eyes to show her indifference to him. He smiled and walked over to the refrigerator to grab the milk and cereal. He settled down across from her as he poured himself a handsome helping of cereal and before he dug in, he said, "Thought I'd give you something to enjoy, Em. Your eyes didn't seem to find my attire inappropriate."
Emma's face flushed a light pink from embarrassment. "What are you insinuating, Drake? My eyes have seen a million holier sights than your sorry excuse of a body." She retorted and glared at him.
Bobby chuckled at the sight of her blushing. Who would have ever thought that Emma Frost was even capable of being embarrassed or blushing for that matter, he thought. "I'm just teasing you, Emma. Anyway, what's up?" He asked and changed the subject ever so subtly.
Her eyes remained narrowed at him although the corners of lips were curled up slightly. How I hate him for being able to do this to me. Thank goodness I'm the telepath and not the other way around, she thought.
"Not too much. Have a class to teach in an hour. What about you?" She asked casually.
"I don't know. I guess I'll just hang around the mansion like usual. Maybe go do some training in the danger room. Who knows really? I go with the flow. But I do think I shall spend the next hour with my favorite blonde." He commented coyly.
Emma rolled her eyes once more to cover up her pleasure from hearing his words. "Who might that be?" She asked nonchalantly.
"Do you really have to ask, Emma? I mean, aren't you a telepath?" He questioned in a tone as if he was daring her to look into his head. She glared at him and pursed her lips while she studied him, a look that seemed to state 'don't challenge me'. He stared right back at her with a look that said 'I dare you.'
And so she did. She went into his head and all she could see was an image of herself - naked.
Overcome with shock and complete embarrassment, she immediately left his mind. Bobby laughed at her expression and Emma's cheeks were completely red by now. She glared at him and huffed. Then all of a sudden, Bobby screamed out in pain as he felt his brain coming out of his nose. Of course, he only thought his brain was being pulled out of his nose, but that didn't mean it hurt any less. Finally, Emma let go of her mental hold on him.
Bobby's nose was bleeding at this point but a big goofy grin was still plastered on his face while he pinched his nose.
"And you are still laughing because?" She asked in an irritated voice.
"You liked what you saw, c'mon, Emma, admit it." He taunted.
"First of all, it's YOU that like what YOU saw. And second, your image of my body does not even come close to what it really is." She snapped back and glowered at him.
"It doesn't? Want to give me a show so I can get a more accurate picture next time?" He suggested as he plugged some tissue up his nostrils. Robert Drake was looking like a complete mess at this point and he knew he should stop before she really did pull his brain out from his nose, but he couldn't resist playing with Emma like this. She rarely showed this much emotion, and he felt special that she could be this open with him and perhaps even have a little crush on him like he had on her.
"Do not make me pull your brain out from your nose. This time, it wouldn't only be a thought, I can make it reality." She threatened although her threat sounded quite empty since she, as much as she hated to admit it, loved the attention she was receiving from Robert. He didn't treat her as if she was the bitch from hell like everyone else did. He actually treated her like a normal person beyond the cold exterior she presented.
"You're such a poor sport. Fine, I'll just have to stick with what I think your body would look like then." He huffed and resumed eating his cereal.
She rolled her eyes once more and turned her attention back to her cup of coffee. She then, noticed the invitation and thought she might as well ask.
"So what are you doing this weekend?" She asked as casually as her voice could convey.
"Mmm…I promised Bets that I'd be her date for some charity gala on Saturday. That's about it." He answered heedlessly.
"Oh. Sounds fun." She stated dryly as she fumed within. I am not jealous, I am not jealous, I am not jealous of that purple-haired bitch, she repeated over and over again within her head.
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"Well, you can both breathe now." Hank stated and chuckled.
Jean and Scott exchanged glances of nervousness and exhaled deeply simultaneously. Their hands still gripped each other's tightly as they waited for Hank's news. Hank smiled brightly at the parents-to-be, and finally said, "You have gotten through your first trimester and as of now, the pregnancy is looking good."
Jean's eyes immediately expelled tears of joy as Scott bent down and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around her husband and held on to him securely as relief overcame them both. They both knew that the baby was still at risk but the first trimester was their first big obstacle to overcome, and they did it.
Jean turned her attention back to Hank and managed to say, "Thank you Hank. Thank you so much."
Hank beamed with joy for his two oldest and dearest friends. "I believe that I am not worthy of the gratitude for I have done nothing a good doctor wouldn't do. Yet, I welcome the sentiment and cannot express how pleased I am that the first major barrier had been overcome. But, as much as I hate to do it, I have to remind you that you are still at a higher risk than most pregnant women are and therefore you must take care of yourself, Jean." He advised.
"Don't worry, Hank. I'll take care of her. We'll take care of the baby." Scott replied as he breathed deeply with relief that their first three months had gone well. Now, all they had to do was get through the next six months, and hopefully they would finally have their little baby girl or boy. The thought of holding his daughter or son in his arms made him realize how much he wanted this; how much he wanted a family; how much he wanted a family with the love of his life.
"I am sure you will. Just take extra precautions, Jean. Do not do any thing strenuous that could over exert your body in any way." Hank ordered.
"I promise I won't, Hank. This baby means too much to me." Jean answered reassuringly.
"I know it does, dear. The baby means a lot to me too. I cannot express my joy enough about how incredibly happy I am for you two." Hank stated warmly. Jean got off the examination table and walked to Hank. She gave him a big hug as she whispered into his ear, "I know, Hank. I know. Thank you so much, friend."
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Logan ripped apart Sabretooth and then turned around to face Magneto. He attacked Magneto with just as much vigor before he turned to his left and rammed his claws violently into Omega Red. He then proceeded to rip Omega Red into shreds while he realized that someone was behind him. He whipped around and extended his claw only to aim it at the heart of Ororo.
She took a step back in horror and his anger subsided while he retreated his claws. "What are you doing here?" He asked her gruffly.
She calmed her nerves and looked away from Logan. "I came to see you." She answered.
"'Bout what?" He asked curtly as he felt his resentment towards her begin to rise again.
"I think we need to talk." She replied simply but yet still refused to meet his eyes.
"We really gonna talk or do ya just wanna babble on about something and leave me again?" Logan asked bluntly.
Ororo shifted her feet and finally brought herself to look into the enraged eyes of Logan. As soon as their eyes made contact, Logan's resentment and anger receded as he found that he had missed looking into those beautiful blue eyes of hers. He took a step towards her in hopes that maybe he could touch her again; to feel her. But she took a step back to prevent that very action from happening and his hopes were dashed once more.
"I'm sorry, Logan. I really am." She stated although she wasn't even sure of what she was remorseful about. There were so many reasons that she was apologetic but perhaps what she was most sorry about was the fact that she had truly hurt this man. Her actions of late were unnecessary and uncalled for. He never had an explanation of why she chose to end it so abruptly the way she did and instead of providing an explanation, she had decided to ignore him and give him the cold shoulder for the past two months.
"What are you sorry about? Are you sorry that you interrupted my training session? You sorry that you ended a good thing? You sorry that you couldn't even give me a simple explanation of why you acted like a total bitch to me for the last two months? Or are you sorry that you ever fucked me in the first place? There's just so many goddamn things to be sorry about, isn't there, 'Ro?" Logan pointed out angrily as he glared at his weather goddess. He really didn't want to be mad her and in a way, he wasn't angry with her directly. He was just angry at the fact that she couldn't love him. Or maybe it was more like he was just angry that he couldn't even love himself because if he couldn't do that, how could he expect another person to.
Ororo's eyes widened as his words of resentment finally sunk in. She didn't realize that he would be so infuriated with her. And this was all her fault because she caused it. For the past two months, she played him like a yo-yo, and here she was doing it again. If she had really meant to end it, she wouldn't be standing here right now. She wouldn't be talking to him. She wouldn't have anything to do with him, yet she still came to him.
But no more, she would not come to him anymore.
"I'm sorry I ever came here, Logan." She answered and walked away from him, and this time she was sure it would be the last time.
He watched her go once more and as soon as she was gone he collapsed down on the floor. He stared down at the ground in defeat as he realized that she couldn't possibly love him. Nobody could ever love a beast like him, not even himself.
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"Bobby, stand up straight and oh gosh… come here." Betsy ordered in an agitated voice as Bobby obeyed her command. He stood in front of her as she straightened his bow tie. They were standing at the entrance of the grand hall and were waiting to be announced. He felt utterly uncomfortable in his rented tux and leather shoes that weren't even broken in yet. He glanced down at her nervously as she narrowed his eyes at him as if she was saying, 'I don't know why I asked you to come in the first place."
"Okay, it's almost our turn. Stand up straight, don't walk too fast and remember that a room full of people will be looking, so smile graciously." She directed and hooked her arm around his.
He broadened his back and she smiled demurely. He looked down at her nervously once more but immediately looked up as the doors opened.
"Ms. Elizabeth Braddock accompanied by Mr. Robert Drake." Someone announced and Bobby began walking down the stairs with Elizabeth smiling graciously at everyone.
He tried to smile charmingly but his poor attempt made him look like he was more of a cartoon character than an actual refined gentleman. As soon as they got to the bottom of the stairs and the next couple was announced, Bobby immediately exhaled loudly and wiped away the few drops of sweat that had perspired from his temples.
Betsy stifled her laughter as she was bemused with Bobby's attitude. She almost felt bad for dragging him here, but on a positive note, it was fun watching Bobby sweat under the pressure. "C'mon, hon, let's go find those pig in a blankets or what nots that you were talking about." She cooed and led him around the grand ballroom.
But, she stopped in her tracks as soon as she heard the next name announced.
"Mr. Warren Worthington the Third accompanied by Ms. Emma Frost." The announcer declared. Betsy and Bobby both turned around to face the bottom of the staircase and true to the announcer's words, there stood Warren with Emma by his side, who smiled sadistically at Betsy.
