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Author's Note: Okay, I edited this chapter and frankly, this is one my preferred chapters in this story. I think it has to do with the party at the end. I'm rather proud of it. Anywho, enough of me being modest… (yeah right), so everyone read, review, enjoy!
Ludi: LoL… heck, I don't know, man, if Logan looked exactly and feels exactly like Mr. Hugh Jackman in X-2, I'd huggle him anytime and then some! Yay! And update for you means an update for me… which means you update that masterpiece of yours. I wanna read! Ohh… and I shall send you what I have for our Collab in a few days… trying to work on that and SBSH at the same time. Lots and lots of ideas in my mind at the moment… trying to get them all out before they all disappear! huggles Ludi Ishandahalf: Did you notice how quickly I reviewed the last chapter of your story? Weren't you impressed? This slow snail got a dose of the stuff that makes me go fast… that, and I'm officially unemployed. Really have nothing else better to do then sit my ass in front of the computer all day. And hey, me sadistic? This coming from the girl who's teasing her readers with all these sweet Romy moments only to remind us that since they're erasing the memories, it's like the Romyness never existed at all. Shame on you! Aro: Hey! You're alive! Anyway, I went to your Xanga page and you so look like this girl in this movie but I can't pinpoint it… darn. Guess, I shouldn't have brought it up at all really. And updating quickly as possible… and please don't give up on Choices… sure, I haven't read up to the last recent update, but I'll get cracking now that I'm oh so unemployed. Just don't give up on it! Please! Demiducky25: I agree no jury would convict her, but don't you feel bad for her. I mean, she really loves Remy and all she ever wanted was a happy marriage with him? And technically he is hers… eh, who am I kidding? I can't even convince myself with those words. 4Rogue: Maybe, it slipped their minds to get an annulment. Perhaps, they thought that Remy would just die and there would be no need for one. And getting an annulment means you have to go to the judge… and they're assassins, I think they'll try to avoid the law whichever way they can. TheDreamerLady: Whoa… big party? Can I have a cake, balloons, party hats, and tons and tons of streamers? Not to mention, cookies! I love those cookies! Can't wait for this party, woman! Slickboy444: Hey, how's my updating for you? I know you're desperate to see this thing go forward.. and I'm getting there. And your story, remember my words in those reviews because I ain't giving up! Thank you for being so loyal to this story for so long! I really appreciate it! Alyxandria: Wha… you really didn't have to leave four reviews but that was might kind of you. And I'm gonna read Somebody Else's Song, though I have to I'm a bit apprehensive… because I cheated and scrolled down and you wrote that it was 'the end'… a bit scared to find out what happened. But I'll work up the courage soon enough! Kitsu Lebeau: Trust me, the tension will only get worse. Just scroll down and read and you'll see what I mean, darling. ;P wllw979: Yes, Remy is a total man.. and Jeremy is adorable… thanks for reading! Star-of-Chaos: I agree that Emma's tons of fun to write and Ororo and Logan are stupid… but they're scared. Sure, they're grown adults and they have faced the worst of the worse in the world, but they're still scared… of love… ahh, I'm so lame! T.: More soapoperaish it will get. No worries about that my dear. Freakaleek4jello: I'll work on a catfight, I promise you that! DemonicGambit: LoL, I'll keep in mind that you will kill Belladonna for free… but then again, she is a trained assassin, you'll probably be the one who winds up dead. Uh-oh. Gia: LoL, you're so sweet. Glad you're very happy and I'm like a spider… spinning all the drama I possibly can.
On with the story...
The WeddingChapter 9
His little chubby hands grasped onto the handle of the watering can as he toddled over to the plants. He slowly tipped the can over as a shower of water came out and hit gently onto the leaves of the flowers. The can tipped more boldly now and within a second, the watering can fell over onto the plants and out of his hands. His bright smile turned upside down as his lips began to quiver.
In mere seconds, he was suddenly swept up into the air and with the help of the wind; he floated into his godmother's arms. Her long refined fingers brushed away a few tears that had expelled from his eyes as she kissed the top of his head. The little boy immediately calmed down as he snuggled up against the warm embrace of his godmother.
Ororo, then, danced on air with her godson in her arms. Her voice sang out a charming lullaby, one that she was often sung to when she was a small child. The activity of the dancing and singing held up for a while as the two of them floated with the wind. And as easy and light the activity had begun with, it ended just as so.
Once her feet landed safely on the ground, she let the little boy slipped down and out of her arms. He ran back towards the empty watering can, grabbed it and toddled back to his godmother. She took the can out of his small hands and offered her right hand for him to take with which he happily obliged.
They walked back towards the side of the greenhouse where the hose was connected. Once there, Ororo released her hand from his and grabbed the nozzle of the hose while the little boy watched intently.
Then, he asked out of the blue, "Aunty Stormy, why don' y' like Unca Wolvie no more?"
Ororo dropped the can with which the water spilled out of it once more. She quickly bent down to pick it up while she attempted to get over the initial shock that was stemmed from Jeremy's question.
"Aunty Stormy? Did y' hear J'remy?" The little boy asked louder.
She brought her head up to meet his and forced a smile, but it only made him ask, "Aunty Stormy, why y' smile so sad?" She sighed and stood up with the watering can once more.
"I am not sad, Jeremy. I'm extremely happy to be gardening with you on such a beautiful day." She told Jeremy as convincingly as her voice could convey.
"Well, J'remey knows dat Aunty Stormy likes t' garden wit' me, but Aunty Stormy still didn't tell J'remy why y' don' like Unca Wolvie no more." Jeremy pointed out and grasped the outreached hand of his godmother's once more.
The young boy skipped carelessly while his hand clung onto his godmother's. Meanwhile, Ororo tried to think of a fair response to her godson's questions. She did not even know how he had picked up on her and Logan's relationship or lack thereof, but she figured that perhaps her hostile treatment towards Logan was more visible than she had first thought it to be. If a three year old could pick up on the tension between her and Logan than the rest of the household must have noticed it too. Now, she couldn't help but feel slightly embarrassed by the idea of everyone knowing about her illicit affair.
"Aunty Stormy?!? Y' gonna tell J'remy or what? Unca Wolvie really likes y' but y' don' like him no more, why not? Unca Wolvie been bad wolv'rine?" The little boy inquired once more and this time with more impatience in his tone.
Finally, Ororo answered him calmly, "Jeremy, it's not that I don't like Uncle Wolverine at the moment. It's just that things have been rather busy and so I have not had the chance to speak to your Uncle Wolverine too much, and perhaps that's why you think I don't like him."
"Nuh uh… dat's not true. Y' used t'like Unca Wolvie lots and kiss kiss all de time, but now y' don' even like t' look at him. Unca Wolvie not such a bad guy, a lil' scary sometimes wit' claws, but not bad at all. He really likes y' Aunty Stormy. He told me so!" Jeremy piped up and nodded his head to show that it was indeed true.
The thought of Logan still having any feelings for her caused her to smile just a tad and she asked, "When did he tell you this?"
"When we campin'! Talk 'bout y' lots when we ate ma'shmallows." Jeremy explained.
"Well, sweetie, that has been a while ago. I'm pretty sure that Unca Wolvie doesn't like me that much anymore." Ororo said with a sigh. The memory of her and Logan in the Danger Room was still fresh in her mind, and she knew without a doubt that if any feelings that he still had for her would be long gone by now.
"Well, J'remy t'inks he does." The boy said strongly.
"I know you do, child, but sometimes as much as you want to believe that something is true doesn't mean it necessarily is. But, how about we finish up watering those flowers over there? They look mighty thirsty." Ororo pointed out and changed the subject subtly.
"D'accord!" Jeremy agreed wholeheartedly and began helping Ororo with the filled watering can. The rest of the afternoon was rather quiet for the two, but Ororo's mind was focused on only thoughts of Logan and what her godson had told her just now. Perhaps, just maybe, Logan still had feelings for her, wouldn't that be what she wanted, she wondered.
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Ice shot out of his hands and straight into heart of the Sentinel before him. He then formed a hard ice blade and jumped onto the top of the Sentinel's head. He slammed the ice blade into the head of it and sparks flew. The sentinel dropped to the ground while Iceman formed a slide and slid down on it to the floor.
He smirked smugly to himself while gazing at his victory. All of a sudden, Iceman felt a gust of wind come up from behind him. He looked up and found Archangel flapping his wings above him. He formed an ice platform that brought him higher towards the ceiling of the danger room. When he was almost about eye level with Archangel who circled him, Bobby greeted him with a smile, but Warren didn't return the sentiment.
"What's up, War?" Bobby asked brightly while still oblivious to the fact that Warren was giving him the cold shoulder. Warren ignored him and continued to circle him. Eventually after a few minutes of the awkward silence, Bobby realized that maybe Warren wasn't too happy with him. Yet, Bobby couldn't figure out what he did to upset Warren.
"Let's fight, Drake." Warren finally said, although it was in a rather bitter tone.
"Look, War. I don't wanna fight. I'm tired. I've been in here for two hours. You can have the room to yourself and battle it out with A-Poc or whatever. I'm out of here." Bobby said and formed another slide with which he slid down on it. As soon as his feet touched the ground, he began walking to doors while he defrost himself.
Unexpectedly, he felt himself being knocked over from behind. Warren had delivered a cheap shot while his back was turned. Bobby became slightly annoyed now, and focused his attention on Warren once more. "What the hell was that?" He asked.
"What are you scared of? That maybe I would kick your ass for the millionth time?" Warren taunted him.
Bobby shook his head frustratingly as he thought about what Warren was doing. He knew that Warren was trying to entice him into fighting, but he really didn't want to fight his friend. At least he still considered Warren a friend, although it would seem as if Warren didn't think of him as one at the moment.
"Seriously, dude. I don't wanna fight. I think the Simpsons are on too." Bobby replied.
Again, Warren swooped down and knocked Bobby off his feet. As he propped himself up by the help of his hands, Bobby iced up once more. He had tried to be nice about it; he had tried to be reasonable; and he was really dead tired, but it would seem as if Warren wouldn't let up until he fought him.
"Simulation 7. Level 8!" Warren commanded.
The danger room immediately turned into a series of mountains and cliffs. The two 'friends' instantaneously got into their combat state of mind and proceeded to duke it out for the next couple hours.
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The door slammed hard behind him as he stomped towards the bedroom. He loosened his tie and threw his keys across the room with which it landed on the bed. He murmured a few French phrases while he undressed. The tie and button-up dress shirt was suffocating him and after the day's events, he only felt more trapped in his attire.
It was no surprise that Remy LeBeau had just come back from meeting with his lawyer who promptly informed him that the divorce was indeed going to be a long drawn out one if Belladonna refused to sign the papers. Apparently, she could contest the divorce on what seems like an infinite amount of accounts. He let out a frustrated growl as he attempted to find a t-shirt to get into. The many dresser drawers slammed shut as soon as they opened.
"Where de hell is all my clothes??" He asked loudly with an immense amount of frustration.
"Well, if ya get off my side of the drawers and back on yours, maybe ya will find more than just panties and nightgowns." Rogue pointed out.
His head snapped towards her direction and he only scowled in response.
"Gonna love waking up to that face for the rest of my life…" She commented sarcastically. He ignored her remark as he finally found a t-shirt to slip on. Then, he kicked off his uncomfortable leather shoes, which both of them flew across the room and Rogue had to duck in order to get out of their way. If she didn't know him any better, she would have been convinced that he had aimed for her head.
With utmost caution, she approached her husband-to-be. He turned his back on her as he started undoing his belt. Her arms slipped around his waist as she pressed her face against his back. "What's wrong, sugah?" She asked in her sweetest voice.
"Not'ing." He responded curtly.
"C'mon, sugah, tell me all about it." She requested softly.
"Y' don' wanna hear 'bout it." He answered briskly once more. Then she realized what must have happened. Her hands unlocked themselves as she stepped around him to face him. One look into his burning crimson eyes, her emerald ones began burning with just as much intensity.
"Let me guess… it ain't gonna be easy t'divorce her right?" Rogue stated more than asked.
"What else could it be?" He snapped at her.
"EXCUSE ME! Don't use that tone with me! Ah'm not the one who's married and then asked someone else to marry me!" Rogue pointed out.
"How many times y' plan t' rub dat in my face?" Remy asked angrily.
"Ah'm not rubbing it in y' face but don't be mad at me! It's not me that married her in the first place!" Rogue responded with just as much anger.
"I don' wanna get into dis." He dismissed and walked out of the room.
This action only infuriated her even more as she followed him in pursuit. "Don't ya dare walk out on me like that!" She ordered.
He stopped in his tracks and turned around to face his fiancée. Deep down, he knew he wasn't mad at her but then again he had to take his anger out somewhere and that was why he said, "Y' always t'ink everyt'ing be my fault, but don' forget dat y' were de one who ditched me in Antarctica and den didn't tell me about mon own fils! Maybe if y' actually had left me alone after Antarctica, we wouldn' be in dis mess!"
Her jaw dropped in shock at his harsh words. Her jade eyes watered up upon hearing his accusation. She shook her head in disbelief and stepped away from him. She turned around and began running back to her bedroom, with which he immediately realized his mistake and ran after her.
The door slammed behind her and she locked it. She collapsed on her bed as she cried her eyes out. Meanwhile, Remy was banging on the door, begging her to open it and apologizing to her repeatedly. After half an hour of doing this, Remy finally had to relent for his son had wakened from his nap. He sighed as he went to tend to his parental duties and for the rest of the night, Rogue would only open the door once and that was to say goodnight to her child. It was no surprise that Remy spent the night on the couch.
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The loose ponytail unraveled as her hands lazily went to fix it, but of course it didn't actually make her hair any more presentable. She gave up the task and sighed heavily while she opened the door to her classroom.
"SURPRISE!" The room yelled at her and she jumped back in shock. Her eyes blinked rapidly as she tried to adjust to the sudden bright light. When they were finally focused, she was greeted by the smiling faces of her friends who were surrounded by cake, balloons and presents.
"What in good gawd, is going on in here?" She drawled, still surprised with the unexpected welcome.
"Well, your students got the day off and we're here to celebrate!" Kitty answered.
"And what are we celebratin?" Rogue asked apprehensively as she walked slowly into the room.
"Your like engagement… duh! It's a bridal shower!" Jubilee piped up and looped her arm around Rogue's to drag her deeper into the room. Rogue let out a small sigh and muttered underneath her breath, "if there's still gonna be a wedding…"
"What did you just say?" Betsy questioned.
"Ah didn' say anything, but ah want to thank y'all for this sweet surprise." Rogue expressed her appreciation and forced a smile. She took a seat between Ororo and Jean. Rogue turned towards Jean and patted her tummy, which only made Jean smile delightfully. Sure, she was still scared that she might lose the baby but there haven't been any complications of late and it made her believe that this baby will survive.
"How's the little baby in there? Ya better come out soon… ah have a lil boy who would love a lil friend t' play with…" Rogue cooed to the stomach.
"I can already imagine Jeremy teaching the ropes to this baby of mine…" Jean commented and laughed along with the others.
"Your son is a handful and boy is he mischievous… takes after his father most likely." Ororo said.
"Puhlease! Ah ain't called 'Rogue' for nothing!" Rogue responded.
"You do have a point, luv. Certainly done a few wicked things in your life." Betsy stated in a suggestive tone.
"And this is coming from the woman who used her telepathy to enhance her own sexual experiences when in bed wit' men…" Rogue replied in good humour.
"Hey! You know as well as I do that some men just don't know how to satisfy a woman no matter how hard they try." Betsy pointed out. A round of laughter exploded in the room while Jubilee wondered if she should be hearing all this. After the laughter subsided, Kitty yelled out, "Present time!"
"Good gosh, y'all didn't have to get me any presents. This is nice as it is." Rogue said and smiled graciously.
"That's a bunch of bull and ya know it! So, go on, open it." Betsy directed and threw a present towards Rogue.
"That's from me, child. Hope you enjoy it and put it to good use. " Ororo spoke up. Rogue carefully unwrapped the elegantly packaged present to only reveal a beautiful photo album with real pressed on flowers and leaves.
"Oh, 'Ro, it's beautiful!" Rogue exclaimed as her eyes were still astounded by the beauty of the intricately crafted gift.
"Well, I figured that you would be needing quite a few of these after the wedding for I am positive that every moment will undoubtedly be captured on film." Ororo explained.
"Ah love it, sugah. Thank ya." Rogue expressed her gratitude and hugged the weather goddess.
"It was my pleasure and you are welcomed." Ororo replied.
"Mine next!" Jubilee declared and presented her gift to Rogue.
"Thanks hun." Rogue said and opened the present. Contained in the box were a t-shirt, a pair of sweat pants, and a year's subscription to Cosmo. Rogue's eyes widened with surprise, but Jubilee explained before she could ask any questions. "Ya see, I got you all this stuff because whenever you feel like this whole wife thing is just too much trouble with all those chores and what nots, you can just slip into some comfortable yet fashionable clothes and read Cosmo, because there's nothing better than feeling like a complete bum when you're stressed out and tired."
Rogue chuckled at the teenager's explanation but was grateful nonetheless. "C'mere and give me a hug." She ordered and Jubilee happily obliged.
"Okay, my turn." Kitty said and handed Rogue a small box.
"Wonder what this is…" Rogue said as she opened the present. Once the flap of the box was opened, it unveiled a sexy slinky white slip-on nightie.
"Kitty Pryde! Did ya pick this out all by yourself?" Rogue questioned with shock. It seemed like quite a bold gift coming from Kitty. The younger girl blushed and responded, "Well, I see people giving gifts like this in the movies all the time, thought I might as well surprise everyone a little by doing it. Seriously now, you gals always think that I'm so innocent sometimes, but this shows you that I know a thing or two about lingerie shopping. Plus, don't you need this on the wedding night?"
"Luv, Rogue will most likely wear that little ensemble for approximately two seconds before Remy rips it off of her." Betsy pointed out.
"But ah love it nonetheless." Rogue added in and motioned Kitty over for a hug.
"I guess it's my turn. This is something every bride should have before her big day." Jean said and handed an envelope to Rogue. She opened it and pulled out a gift certificate for a full day at the spa.
"Jeanie! Ah love it!" Rogue squealed and hugged her pregnant friend.
"I thought you might. There's nothing more relaxing for a stressed out bride than a day at the spa." Jean stated when she pulled away from the hug.
"Okay, ladies, enough of these polite presents with the exception of Pryde's. My gift is bound to be of great use." Betsy said confidently and handed her gift to Rogue.
Rogue stared at the present uneasily as she slowly opened it. "It's not gonna bite." Betsy stated and rolled her eyes.
"Well, if it's from ya, Ah wouldn't be surprised if it did." Rogue responded.
Finally when she had opened the gift, her mouth dropped in shock and her cheeks flushed the deepest scarlet. Ororo and Jean both peered into the box and their cheeks immediately matched Rogue's. Jubilee and Kitty ran up to the box and soon their cheeks were the same scarlet colour as the other women.
Betsy giggled at her friends' expressions. "Oh geez, grow up. It's just a vibrator!" She said casually.
"Forgive me if I'm wrong, but does she not need one since she is like getting married after all?" Jubilee questioned with confusion.
"You have a lot of learning to do, but even the most sex-driven men run out of batteries eventually." Betsy explained.
"Maybe you just don't interest men enough to keep them going." An icy voice commented from the doorway. It was no surprise who the voice belonged to and it only made Betsy want to jam her psionic blade into the blonde's head.
"Fancy seein' ya here, Emma." Rogue greeted her halfheartedly.
"Oh yeah, surprise! Guess I'm fashionably late." Emma said and casually took a seat.
"I brought a gift by the way." She explained and presented a small box to Rogue.
"Ya really didn't have to." Rogue insisted for she felt rather uncomfortable accepting a present from Emma for she barely knew her nor liked her very much.
"It's nothing." Emma simply stated.
Rogue unwrapped the gift to reveal an illustrated KamaSutra book along with a whip. She lifted the whip out and eyed Emma questioningly. "Never know when a good whip comes in handy in the bedroom. And I thought the book might help you enhance your sexual skills for I doubt that you would really know how to satisfy a man given that you haven't been able to touch a person for the last fifteen years of your life, let alone please a man." She explained.
Rogue glared at her and through clenched teeth, spat out, "Thanks."
"No need for that. The present is out of complete pity." Emma dismissed.
"Hmm… so I guess that's why you were the oh so popular White Queen in the Hellfire Club, eh? Had a little book to help satisfy all the customers…" Betsy insinuated and glowered at the woman who had been her ex-boyfriend's date to the Charity gala she had attended a week ago.
"Contrary to your belief, I did not sleep with the customers. And even if I did, I would not need a little book to know how to satisfy a man. Perhaps, you should borrow the book from Rogue sometime. I was just with Warren and boy does he have a lot of perseverance in the bedroom… no wonder he tossed you aside. I doubt you would even know the first thing to satisfy a man like him." Emma taunted and licked her lips to emphasize her point.
Tensions ran high in the room as Betsy and Emma participated in a stare down. Awkward silence draped the room as everyone, except the purple haired raven and the blonde mistress, contemplated what could be done to lighten the mood.
Finally Jean attempted by asking, "Anyone up for cake?"
