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Author's Note: Edited once, frankly, I don't give a damn. New chapter up soon. Working hard on Shouldn't Be So Hard too. And I like writing argument scenes with Remy and Rogue. It's easier than fluff. Read, review, and enjoy! New Chapter up soon!
The Wedding
Chapter 10
"Just give me dis damn divorce!" He shouted into the phone.
"Over my dead body, Remy." She hissed back.
Remy LeBeau was tempted to take his wife up on her offer but knew that it was a task easier said than done. After all, Belladonna Bordeaux was an assassin, not to mention the head of the Assassin's Guild. He sighed once more and growled into the phone, "Why won' y' just end dis sham of a marriage? Why won' y' give me my freedom? Let me go!" He practically begged his 'wife'.
"Ain't it funny how I be de one holdin' all de cards now, Remy? Always you dat was in control. Always you dat had your fun and screwed every bitch that y' see. Always you dat would leave me only t' come back. So, why will dis be any different? Dis only be a phase, cher. Y' don' wanna divorce me. Y'll come back t' me one day." She reasoned more for her own sake than his.
He rolled his eyes at her sad attempt to rationalize the situation. Perhaps it used to be true that he had always found himself back with Belle or more like back in Belle's bed in the past; but this time he knew for a fact that he wasn't going to go back. He found the love of his life and he had a beautiful son with her. There would be absolutely no possibility of him ever returning to the clutches of Belladonna, but for some reason she couldn't comprehend that particular fact.
"Belle, how many times must I tell y' dat I ain't ever gonna be going back. Remy has un beau fils et une famille que je l'adore. Why won' y' accept dat? Don' y' wanna find dat too?" He asked her.
"We're married, Remy. We'd be family. Y' just playing house wit' dat whore. We'd be de real t'ing. Get dat t'rough your head!" She argued.
"NON! Y' get it t'rough your head dat we never gonna have dat! We were never close t' having dat! We are over, Belle! NOW AND FOREVER!" He screamed into the phone for he could no longer restrain himself. They have been on the phone for ten minutes and he realized that it had ten minutes too long.
"Believe it or not, Remy, but y' took dose vows wit' me. And it's 'til deat' do us part... so it's eit'er you or me dat dies before one of us can get out of dis marriage. Y' can try t' kill me, but don' forget who's de assassin here. Plus, if y' try t' attempt dat, don' blame me if y' never live anot'er day t' see dat fils of yours." Belle basically threatened.
"Don' bring mon fils into dis, Belle. I'm not afraid of your t'reats so don' tempt me..." Remy warned.
"I'd like t' see y' try, Remy but y' ain't got de balls." Belle scoffed and cackled.
Remy placed the phone farther away from his ear for he couldn't stand the hyena-like sound of her laughter. He was exasperated at this point and had absolutely no idea how to convince his wife for a simple divorce. At this rate, he would never get to marry Rogue.
"Belle, let's tried t' be reasonable now..." He began.
"Non. Y' listen t' me Remy LeBeau. I ain't gonna give y' a divorce t'day, t'morrow, or any day so y' can forget about it. And I'm sick of talkin' t' y', so good-bye my darling husband." She ended the phone call and hung up on him.
A loud frustrated scream escaped his mouth as he slammed the phone down. He cursed violently at the phone and with one quick motion, he punched a hole into the wall. Then another agonizing scream escaped his mouth as he stared at his now bleeding hand. He had a feeling that things were only going to get worse.
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His worn body laid on the bed while he let out a squeak of pain when he tried to lift his head up. Eventually, he gave up and succumbed to lying on his big comfy bed. Every inch of his body ached from the exhausting training session he had with Warren. The session had been a draw but nonetheless, he had wished he had at least beaten the winged man. At least, that would provide some sort of comfort for his body.
In all honesty, he wasn't exactly sure why Warren had attacked him the way he did. They had always been such great friends. Heck, the two of them were one of the first students at the Xavier Institute and over the years, he had considered Warren to be one of his best friends. That was why it still surprised Bobby that Warren had blatantly instigated him into that long drawn out duel in the danger room.
Bobby understood that Warren was probably a little annoyed that he had been Betsy's date to the charity gala, but why he would be, Bobby didn't understand. It was after all Warren who had dumped Betsy. It was after all Warren who hadn't tried to talk to Betsy after their break-up. And it was after all Warren who had brought Emma to the charity gala. If he thought hard about it, it should have been Bobby who should be mad because Warren had brought Emma to the gala. It was quite obvious that he had a thing for Emma, and Warren should realize that. It wasn't like Bobby ever tried to hide his flirting when he was around Emma.
Then again, he did spend a lot of time with Betsy. Sure, he liked Betsy but not in a romantic way at all. Betsy was just a really close friend. She was fun to hang out with but to date was a totally different matter. He and Betsy just didn't have that connection. There was no flirtation or coy playfulness. Dating Betsy would have been like dating his sister (if he had one, that was); their friendship was too open, comfortable and frank. Not like what he had with Emma.
Now, Emma Frost was definitely a woman he could see himself with. She was a challenge and most of the time, Bobby would run from such challenges but there was something about Emma that made him wanted to get to know her better and break that cold exterior of hers. He had always admired her strength but that fateful day in her office, he had learned that she had a good heart too contrary to what he had previously believed. Also, he was convinced that they had a connection even though to most people, it would seem like they were as different as night and day. In truth, they really weren't. They both had parents who didn't seem to care for them much when they were growing up. They both had a sense of humour that most people would have to try extra hard to understand. And they both had a hard exterior, his literally speaking and her figuratively speaking.
He sighed as he closed his eyes. He had thought that Emma was interested in him but then again, she had brought Warren to the gala. Not like he could have been Emma's date, but it would have been nice if she had asked and when he declined, at least he could have suggested going out to dinner one night or something along that line. Now, it would seem as if she was spending a lot of her time at the Worthington penthouse or at least that was what she led on. Another heavy sigh escaped his lips and another squeak for it was becoming a little painful even to exhale. He wanted to scream though, for he realized that he had lost his chance with the former White Queen since it seemed that she was more interested in a winged angel than a snowman like himself.
"Bobby?" A British voice asked from the doorway.
He didn't even bother turning to his side or opening his eyes for he knew it was Betsy. "Come in. I'm in too much pain to move." He told her.
She giggled at the ghastly sight before her and casually walked over to his bed to lay down beside him. "What in bloody hell have you been doing to get so sore?" She asked him and poked his side.
"Ouch! Don't touch me... it hurts!" He said while he flinched from the pain.
She laughed again and said, "Sorry. Didn't know that you were serious."
"It's okay. Anyway, to answer your question, your ever so lovely ex-boyfriend made me spar with him in the danger room for two hours non-stop." Bobby told her as he tried to hold in a yawn since he knew that it would be most definitely painful to yawn.
"Oh..." She simply responded with surprise and closed her eyes as well.
"Oh? That's all you're going to say?" He questioned.
"Well, what do you expect me to say? Actually... did you hurt him much?" She queried with a hint of eagerness.
"Hmm... I did get him good with a few ice blasts..." Bobby answered and his lips curled up slightly at the image of Warren getting hit by his attacks.
"Good then." Betsy stated heartily.
"It's not good. My body hurts and I'm in pain. Geez, Bets... I care about you and all but next time, fight your own battles." Bobby told her.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Betsy asked defensively.
"What I mean is that obviously you two still have stuff to work out so, work it out. Just leave my poor tired body out of it. Honestly, I think he still cares about you." Bobby said openly.
"Right... and pigs can bloody fly." Betsy scoffed.
"Well, if you put pigs on the plane and then fly the plane, then yes, pigs can fly. But that's not the point. He wouldn't have went after me if he didn't care about you." Bobby reasoned.
"It's just his ego that's hurting. He doesn't care about me. Don't forget he's the one who's seeing that blonde hag now. Obviously, he's over me." Betsy stated resentfully.
"Maybe you do have a point... but Betsy?" Bobby whispered.
"What?" She simply answered.
"We're not... like you know... there's like nothing going on between us, right?" He asked awkwardly.
"God no! Dating you is like dating Brian! I'm sorry, luv, but I just don't feel that way about you." Betsy answered honestly.
A breath of relief escaped Bobby as he responded, "Good. I don't feel the same way either. Just had to make sure."
"Hmm... since we got that out of the way. Wanna go for some ice-cream?" She asked him and propped herself up again.
"Ice-cream? Are you kidding me? I can barely move!" He said exasperatedly.
"But I want some ice-cream!" She whined.
Bobby rolled his eyes and lifted his right hand up slowly. "Well... if you really want some ice-cream..." He started and without hesitation, he shot flakes of ice out of his hands and onto her back.
"BOBBY!" She screamed out with surprise as she prepared to attack as well. It wasn't a surprise that Bobby would lose their little battle since the most he could move of his arm was two inches off the bed.
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"Momma!" The little boy cried with delight as soon as he saw his mother walk through the door. He immediately slid off of his uncle's lap and ran towards her. She swooped him up in one quick motion and proceeded to leave plenty of kisses on his sweet little face.
"Hello Rogue." Kurt Wagner greeted happily.
"Hiya Kurt." She greeted back warmly and smiled at her brother for his mere presence always made her feel a tad better even if she was completely down in the dumps.
"Ah hope Jeremy wasn't too much of a problem." She commented and carried her son towards Kurt who was sitting on the couch in the recreation room. She took a seat next to him and Jeremy struggled out of her arms to run back to the toy cars he was previously playing with.
"No. He's never a problem. I'm happy to spend time vith him." Kurt responded brightly.
"That's good. Ah wouldn't have bothered ya to baby-sit if it wasn't for the fact that Remy's off on a mission with the team and ah had a class t'teach." Rogue explained unnecessarily.
"No need for that. I'm more than happy to vatch him. In all honesty, it feels like I don't even see my own nephew enough, so today vas definitely a treat." Kurt replied.
"Thanks, brother." Rogue expressed her gratitude and gave Kurt a peck on the cheek.
"You're welcome, meine schwester." He answered tenderly.
Rogue took a deep breath as she and Kurt sat in silence for a little while, both just keeping an eye on Jeremy who seemed to be having a fantastic time playing with the various plastic trucks and cars he had around him. Sensing something was wrong with his sister, Kurt questioned, "Vhat's wrong?"
"How do ya always know?" She simply asked in return.
"You're meine schwester, it's my job to know." He answered.
"Good point." She stated.
"Vell, you plan to tell me vhat's wrong?" He asked once more.
She leaned her head on his shoulder and sighed heavily again. Kurt's tail slipped behind her and settled comfortingly on her other shoulder. The siblings sat in silence for a little while longer before Rogue finally said, "Ah don't know if Remy and ah will get married, Kurt."
"Oh... vhy not? Is he hurting you? Just tell me and I'll take care of it." Kurt stated protectively.
Rogue sighed again and said, "No, no. He's not hurting me. Ah just... ah don't know. Sometimes it just seems as if we have to struggle so hard just to be happy for those little moments..."
"Vell, it is those little moments that counts." Kurt pointed out.
"Ah know... but why can't we just be happy all the time for a change? Why does it always seem as if we have to put in so much effort to be content for a few minutes? Why does it seem as if the past is always coming back to haunt us and that we can never seem to proceed into the future?" Rogue asked dejectedly.
"Vhat is this really about?" Kurt questioned openly.
"Kurt, in all honesty and ah know you're my brother so it's still kinda biased, but answer me with the utmost honesty. Do ya think ah'm a horrible person?" Rogue asked.
"No! You are a terrific person. Vhy would you even ask that?" He asked with complete surprise.
"Ah don't know... ah was just thinkin' 'bout Antarctica again and..."
"Is that vhat the problem is?" Kurt queried although he already knew the answer.
"Ah guess. Ah just think that maybe if ah hadn't done that stupid deed then maybe everything will be fine and Remy and ah might actually have a chance at being happy." Rogue explained.
"I thought you two vere over this. I thought this vas in the past." Kurt said.
"Ah thought it was but apparently it isn't. Remy still hates me for it and who can blame 'im? Ah left in the middle of nowhere to freeze to death, then when ah find out he's alive, ah kept Jeremy from him for two years. Ah'm surprised he's still with me now." Rogue commented.
"It was under extreme circumstances on both parts. When you absorbed him, you couldn't control your own body. You had vitnessed the massacre of an entire community vith which you had never seen that much horror in one setting nor vere you prepared for it. You couldn't control the pain you were feeling and the anguish. And vith Jeremy, you thought you had to do vhat was right for Remy. He didn't vant you and so you didn't vant him to stay vit' you just because you were pregnant. Given that was still a mistake on your part, but it vas understandable. So, forget about the past, and think about the future. You two are going to get married soon and vill start this new life vith that beautiful nephew of mine as a family. Appreciate vhat you have now in the present and stop bringing up the past." Kurt put into perspective.
"Ah know ya're right, Kurt, and ah want that but ah don't even think Remy and ah will make it down the altar." Rogue sighed.
"Vhy not? As far as I'm concerned, nothing should be holding you two back. Not Antarctica and certainly not Jeremy. He should be the one propelling you two in the direction of marriage." Kurt said.
"Mmhmm... Jeremy is a blessing, isn't he? If only our problems were as simple as Antarctica, at least ah might still believe that we had a chance." Rogue said.
"Vell, vhat is it then?" Kurt asked curiously.
"Remember how ah said that the past is always coming back to haunt us... well, this time it comes under a mask of a haggish face and bleached blonde hair." Rogue explained.
"You're going to have to elaborate because I don't get it." Kurt said with confusion.
Rogue sighed heavily once more and blinked her eyes to push the tears back. "Remy's still married." She stated bluntly.
"Vhat? You're joking, right?" Kurt asked startlingly as he moved back and stared into Rogue's eyes.
"Ah wish ah was, but it's true. Still married to that blonde swamp witch. Ya think he would have remembered when he asked me to marry him. She's not too willing to give him a divorce either. Looks like ah'll forever be his whore." Rogue elucidated.
"Oh Roguey, you are more than that. You are the mother of his child. That counts for so much more. Don't underestimate that." Kurt comforted and resumed to their previous position with a consoling tail on her shoulder. She leaned her head back onto his shoulder as a single tear escaped her eye and slid down her cheek.
"Ah just wanna be happy, Kurt. Ah just wanna be happy with Remy and Jeremy and be a family. Something that ah've always wanted since as long as ah can remember." Rogue whispered.
"And you vill get that. I'm sure things will vork out fine. You will get married in five months time and I'm confident the fates vill be on your side. You deserve to be happy, meine schwester and you vill." Kurt said soothingly. Usually, if those words had come from any other person, Rogue would have dismissed it but when it came from her brother, she actually believed those calming words.
"Ah hope ya're right, Kurt." She murmured.
"Have faith, Rogue. Everything vill vork out." He stated strongly.
"Thanks, Kurt."
"No need for that,"
The siblings sat in silence once more as they allowed themselves to be preoccupied with watching Jeremy play with his trucks. After awhile, Rogue spoke up and asked, "Kurt?"
"Mmhmm?"
"Still walk me down the aisle?" She asked in a soft tone.
He smiled brightly and answered, "wouldn't miss it for the world," and gave his sister a kiss on the top of her head.
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Banging and grunting could be heard from down the hall as Jean walked closer towards the open door from which the noises came from. As soon as she saw who was making all that noise and what exactly was it that the person was doing, a grin appeared on her face as she leaned against the doorway and just watched.
It would seem that her husband was the one responsible for the hammering racket. It appeared as though he was already fixing up the room that had a door connected to their bedroom and would soon be the nursery for their first-born child. Jean didn't make her presence known as she continued to watch her husband attentively, while naughty thoughts of what she really wanted to do with that sweaty muscular body of his ran around in her mind.
"You know I can see those images, right?" Scott piped up and pulled Jean away from her train of thoughts. He stood up and turned around to face her with a coy smile on his face.
"Well, of course I knew that. I wouldn't have thought them if I didn't want you to see them." She explained slyly.
A chuckle escaped his mouth as he walked towards his pregnant wife. His arms slipped around her waist and she looked up at him with which he bent down and kissed her heartily. When the two eventually pulled away, she smiled happily at her husband who returned the sentiment.
"So, Mr. Summers, have you been working hard all day?" She asked.
"What does it look like to you, Mrs. Summers?" Scott answered with a question of his own.
"It looks like my husband deserves a delicious dinner for all this hard work." She answered.
"Hmm... doesn't sound too bad. Will there be any dessert?" He asked flirtatiously.
"Mr. Summers, what are you suggesting?" Jean mocked with a hand to her chest to emphasize her own teasing.
"I was suggesting... ice-cream." He responded coyly.
Jean's face fell slightly as a slight pout appeared. "Oh."
"Now, my lovely wife, what were you thinking?" Scott asked and even though he already knew the answer, he always loved it when his wife blushed, and blushed she did.
"Scott Summers... if I weren't having your baby, I would...." Jean began in a huff.
"You would have your wicked way with me?" He finished the sentence off for her, which only turned her cheeks a deeper crimson to match her fiery red hair.
"Don't underestimate me, Scott. I can still have my wicked way with you even though I'm pregnant, though I believe you just talked yourself out of that." Jean told him.
This time it was Scott's face that fell with disappointment. "Can you still make me dinner?" He asked.
Jean pretended she was in deep thought for a little while before her grin returned as she replied, "I think there's a possibility of that happening. Hmm... I feel like eating teriyaki chicken on curry rice with Brussels sprouts. Sounds good, hon?"
Scott's nose scrunched up at his wife's latest craving. "Ugh... sounds yummy..." He managed to say, though he wasn't even close to being convincing.
His look of disgust made Jean giggle and she gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "But for you, I'll make your favorite, okay? Just because I eat weird things doesn't mean you have to too."
Breathing a sigh of relief, he smiled down at his wife. "You're too good to me, you know that?"
"Well, I have to do something to keep you around." She replied teasingly.
"Trust me, Jean. I would stay with you no matter what." He told her lovingly and bent down to kiss his wife to stress his point.
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The pot was boiling as she rushed over to turn the heat down. She wiped a drop of sweat away from her forehead with her sleeve as she checked on the croutons in the oven. Upon hearing a sound from the baby monitor, she made a mad dash to the nursery to check if her son was okay. Once there, she found that he was still fast asleep and so she ran back to the kitchen to make sure that a fire hadn't started or something disastrous like that.
Back in the kitchen and catching sight of the romaine lettuce in the sink, she immediately remembered that she had forgotten to wash the greens. She proceeded to fill the sink with water as she ripped leaves off the head and placed it in the water to clean. While doing this, she glanced at the clock and realized that he was going to return at approximately nine o'clock and that was if he didn't go out for a drink with Logan after their successful mission. There was only half an hour left, and Rogue was scrambling around the kitchen and attempting to finish the dinner she had so meticulously planned. But with her luck, even the most meticulously planned things always seemed to run behind schedule.
Suddenly, smoke filled the kitchen as she realized that the croutons were burning in the oven. She immediately opened the door and with a towel in hand, she grabbed the tray of charred bits of bread. She sighed as she threw the tray into the sink and decided to skip the salad. That left her only with the pasta, which didn't look too appealing either. Rogue heaved a big sigh as she turned off the stove and gave up. She didn't care anymore. The dinner was taking too much effort and if she knew Remy, he probably wouldn't even eat much of it. Sure, he would appreciate the sentiment but she knew that her cooking wasn't exactly one of her best assets. At least she was thankful that he wasn't marrying her based on her culinary skills.
Her hands went behind her back to untie the ridiculous 'kiss the chef' apron that Remy always insisted on wearing when he cooked. She took off the apron and walked glumly to the living room with which she collapsed on the sofa and turned on the television. After half an hour of watching a rerun of Will and Grace, the front door opened and Remy grumbled as he stomped through the entrance.
She was about to get up and greet him but sensing that he was in a bad mood, she really didn't want to get into another argument with him. Before he left, that was all they had done; argue. The attempted dinner was supposed to be a peace offering, a sort of truce since she desperately wanted that after her talk with Kurt. She had hoped that perhaps that would be the first step to making thing right between them again, but of course the dinner had backfired, her spirits were crushed, and she knew that both of them were pig-headed and stubborn, which meant that she had to put in a good effort to restrain herself from starting any row with him.
Remy walked past the living room and when he saw his fiancé lying on the couch, he felt a sense of obligation to go join her, although he knew that that might not be a great idea. Nonetheless, he walked over to her, gave her a kiss on her forehead and sat down beside her.
"Hi, sugah." She greeted softly and leaned her head on his shoulder.
He leaned his head on top of hers and greeted in return, "Salut, chere."
"Mission was good?" She attempted to make small talk while staring mindlessly at the television which she had already pressed the mute button.
"Oui. C'est un success." He murmured while he, too, stared mindlessly at the television.
"Good. There's dinner in the kitchen, though it's kind of half done." She told him.
"Gave up half-way?" He inquired.
"Yups." She simply answered.
"Remy appreciate it nonetheless." He stated.
"Ah know." She said and a small smile appeared on her face.
"De lil one be sleepin' already?" He queried.
"Yeah. Had a long day wit Kurt." Rogue explained.
"Oh, well, I'll go say bonsoir in a little bit." He said.
"Okay."
"What else been happenin?" He asked since he had been gone for a week on a mission to Canada where he and the team dealt with a situation involving Alpha Flight.
"Nothing really. Jeremy's learning his ABC's and he's up to F now. The girls threw me a bridal shower the day ya left and ah got some interestin' gifts just to say the least. And the invitations went out yesterday." Rogue answered.
Remy's ears perked up when she mentioned 'invitations' and he pulled back from her, which caused her to almost fall over. She sat back up, slightly annoyed by his sudden motion and looked at him to see what had instigated his unexpected movement. His usual fiery red eyes were blank, as he looked somewhat confused.
"What's wrong?" She asked hesitantly.
"Y' sent out de invites already?" He questioned.
"Well, yeah. We had them ordered a few months ago and they were finished and ready to go, so they went." She explained.
"But..."
"But what?" Rogue interrupted and raised her voice slightly.
"I just thought... nevermind." Remy dismissed.
"Ya thought what? It's about her, isn't it? Ya don't wanna marry me, right? Just say it." Rogue accused as her temper began to flare which his began to also.
"I didn't say dat. Don't twist my words around!" He snapped.
"Well, excuse me, but ah don't understand why ya would get upset at the fact that ah sent out the invitations. We are getting married, aren't we?" She asked annoyingly.
"OUI! Wouldn't ask y' if I didn't mean it." He huffed.
"If only ya asked me when ya were actually available t' get married..." She mumbled underneath her breath, but Remy heard it anyway.
"Look, I said I'll take care of dat. Just give me time." He hissed.
"Give ya time? How much time, Remy? Until ah'm old and grey and about ready to die. If only ya had let me kill her. Wouldn't that have been an easy way to get out of that sham of a marriage?!?" Rogue exclaimed.
"Do y' really want Jeremy to know dat his mere is a murderess? Is dat what y' really want?" He asked loudly.
"Is Jeremy the one you're protecting or is it that blonde bitch?" Rogue jeered accusingly.
"I am protectin' mon fils much to your disbelief. Of course y' would be insecure though, how typical." He scoffed and rolled his eyes.
"Typical? EXCUSE MEH!" She cried.
"Dat's what Remy said. Y' t'ink dat after all dese years and now dat y' can touch, y' would actually be secure and trusting of dis relationship. Dis be de real t'ing, Rogue, how many times must I convince y' of dat?" He questioned.
"If this is the real thing, then why in the world can't we ever seem to get it right then? Why does it always seem like something's standing in our way? Why is it that ya are still married to her while ah'm once again on the side for ya to come home and play wit' when ya feel like it, and leave when ya want?" She responded in a fury.
"Y' know dat's not true. Y' know y' mean more t'me t'an dat!" He cried.
"Really now? Do ah? Or is it because ah'm the mother of your child that ya even bother to stay with me?" She furthered her accusations.
"I love you and you know dat!" He snapped.
"Funny... find that hard to believe at the moment." She mumbled.
"Believe what y' want, Remy don' care no more." He stated indifferently.
"Ya just don' care when it really matters..." She murmured.
"And what is dat supposed to mean?" He asked angrily.
"What it means is that obviously ya still feel something for her and that's what ya care about. Her!" Rogue accused bitterly.
"How many times do I have t' say dat I don' love Belle before y' believe me?" He asked exasperatedly.
"Ah don' doubt ya that ya don' love her, but admit that ya still care about her. She is after all, your wife." Rogue spat out.
"Fine, y' know what? Maybe I do still care about Belle. We did spend our childhood t'get'er. We are married. She was my first love. But what should dat matter? Y' don' hear me bringing up Magneto, do y'? Or Joseph? Or how 'bout we go back t' Cody?" Remy reasoned.
"Cody... ya do realize she killed him, don't ya?" Rogue pointed out as tears began to fill her eyes.
"He was practically dead, it was only a matter of time." Remy explained insensitively.
"So ya are defending her then?"
"Non! I don' even know why we be arguing...."
"Because ya still have feelings for her..."
"I do, but not de kind y' t'ink!" He defended strongly once more.
"Ah've had enough... ah'm not talkin' 'bout this anymore..." Rogue ended and got up.
"At least Belle wouldn' have ever kept my own son from me..." Remy mumbled as he watched Rogue leave, though she immediately stopped in her tracks once she heard his remark. She snapped around, eyes filled with tears as she glared at him.
"Ya pushed me away. We have been over this! Isn't it enough Jeremy's with ya now? What more do ya want from me? Ya want me to turn back time and do it all over again? Ah would if ah could, but ah can't! Don't forget that your lovely wife may not have kept an illegitimate son from ya, but she did try to kill ya a few times!" She cried.
"Funny, chere, ain't dat what y' did too?" Remy pointed out spitefully. Sure, he knew that he shouldn't have said it but for some reason, he felt compelled to win this argument even if it meant hurting the love of his life.
"It's about Antarctica again, isn't it? It always comes back to that. We can't ever get pass it, can we? Why do we even bother, Remy? Obviously, ya won't ever forgive me. Even when we are presented with tons of opportunities to begin a happy life together, ya will never do it because ya still won't forgive me for that. Ah'm not going t'deal wit' this anymore. Ah'm just not. Ah said ah was sorry. Ah can't do much more than that, but ya won't accept it. What more can ah do? Just leave, Remy. Ah know there's no point for ya to stay here. Ya don' want to stay here. Ya won't ever be able to look at me without disgust or resentment and that's something ah don't need for the rest of my life. So, leave Remy. You're free." Rogue murmured as tears flowed down her cheeks uncontrollably. With one more glance at Remy, she ran out of the room.
Remy didn't chase after her like he had before. Instead, he just stood there while he tried to figure out whether or not he regretted what he said.
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The wind was light tonight as he picked up his suitcase from where the cab driver had placed it on the sidewalk. He looked up at the building and it read, John F. Kennedy International Airport. He sighed as he walked through the doors.
While strolling up to the ticket center, he stared at the picture of his family and he could feel his heart breaking all over again. He kissed the picture before he slipped it into his back pocket. He went up to the ticket lady and she greeted, "Welcome to JFK International Airport. How can I help you today, sir?"
"One ticket t' N'awlins, please."
