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On with the story...

The Wedding

Chapter 11

His little chubby hands grabbed a hold of the bars and he pushed himself out of the crib. He landed on the beige carpet with a soft thump, but he wasn't bothered by it. All he did was simply got up on his tiny feet and toddled towards the door that was slightly opened.

His eyes peered out the door to see if anyone was out there, but seeing nobody, he pulled the door open and walked out. He ambled down the hallway and passed the front door where he noticed his father's good boots were missing. That didn't stop him though as he continued to make his way towards his parents' room.

Once there, he looked cautiously in through the crack that formed with the door slightly ajar, but as soon as he saw his mother crying, he immediately burst through the door.

The sudden noise made Rogue jump as she adverted her tear-filled eyes to the intruder. When she saw that it was her little boy, she immediately tried to dry up her tears and opened her arms to him, which he quickly ran into. Once he was in her arms, she hugged him tightly as the tears returned again.

Jeremy wasn't exactly sure what his mother was crying about, although his instincts told him it was most likely about his papa. "Momma?"

Rogue held him back to look into his confused green on black eyes. One look at him caused her to start crying once more for his resemblance to Remy only reminded her that he was gone.

"Yes, baby?"

"Where's Papa?" Jeremy asked curiously, and the question only stirred another stream of tears from Rogue.

Instead of answering his question, she pressed her son against her once more while she attempted to calm her emotions and dry her tears. It would be a while before she succeeded, and when she did, she pulled her son back and took in a deep breath.

"Momma? Where's Papa?" The little boy asked her once more.

With another deep intake of air, she finally answered, "Papa had to leave."

"Oh...okay." Jeremy simply said and accepted her answer without asking the necessary 'why'. He pursed his lips in a pout and looked as if he was in deep thought. Finally he spoke up once more and asked, "Papa gonna come home soon?"

The tears returned and Rogue hugged her son tightly once more. "Ah hope so, sugah. Ah hope so." She whispered her response while she held onto her son.

-xoxo-

An arm acted as a support for his head while he laid on the couch with a comic book in his other hand. He was completely consumed with reading the latest issue of Street Fighter, which Ryu had gotten into another scrap with Ken like usual. Reading the comic, however, only made Bobby want to play the actual video game that featured all the characters in this comic. The page flipped and he chuckled as he read the next panel. Ryu seemed to have gotten his butt kicked by Ken who used his signature move. Bobby chuckled at the image of the sprawling Ryu and thought that he could probably show those two a few good moves.

"No! I am not giving him that... well you can tell Mr. Himerman to take his contract and shove it! He thinks he can play me, give him a warning for me. Anybody who tries to screw Emma Frost over will only get ruined in the end!" She exclaimed angrily and snapped her cell phone shut. Her anger intensified as she cursed violently and paced in the hallway that faced the open REC room.

Upon hearing the end of Emma's conversation, Bobby became frozen on the couch. Not a single muscle moved, and he was even trying hard not to blink. Plus, with each new curse word that left Emma's mouth, Bobby's fear only grew. He knew he should get over his fear, make his presence known, and asked her what was wrong. Then again, he did not, and he really did not want to feel the wrath of Emma Frost. There was no doubt that Emma could put him through immense pain if the wrong thing came out of his mouth, and more than eighty percent of the time, that was what usually happened. Thus, he continued to remain frozen on the couch, as silent as a mouse.

It all changed when Emma ended one of her rants with "DAMN BOBBY DRAKE!"

Without even comprehending his next move, Bobby sat up and asked defensively, "Hey! What do I have to do with anything?"

His unexpected presence completely surprised Emma as she let out a scream and jumped back. When her nerved calmed down, her face returned to a scowl as she marched into the recreation room. The look on her face sent pangs of regret all throughout Bobby's petrified body.

"Were you spying on me?" She asked menacingly as she glared at him.

"No! I wasn't spying! I would never spy... well, actually if you were in the showers and there was a peephole and I happened to walk by then maybe I would spy a little because... well you know why. But that's not the point here! I wasn't spying. I was just reading my anime comic book and you walked by and you were all pissed and I was all 'what should I do' and I wasn't going to do anything but then you said my name and you know I don't think before I act sometimes..." Bobby rambled on, merely to be interrupted by an annoyed yet somewhat amused Emma.

"Stop explaining. I don't want to hear it. You talk a mile a minute. I should have just went into your head and read your mind." She said, although the last sentence was more directed towards herself rather than him.

"Well... I wouldn't have minded. It certainly beats looking like a bumbling fool, once again." Bobby said, a tad disheartened for he realized that he always came out looking like a fool in front of Emma. It was no wonder she would prefer the company of a winged sophisticated man rather than a blundering idiot like himself.

"You may be bumbling sometimes, but you're not a fool. A clown at best, but no fool." Emma responded and took a seat in an armchair that was diagonally across from him.

Her comment made Bobby beam with delight as a new self-confidence washed over him. "Thanks. But since I was around for that drama, tell me what's up." He asked in an attempt to provide some sort of relief or comfort to her.

"Some asshole was just trying to rip off my company with a bullshit of a contract." Emma explained.

"Oh... so what does that have to do with me?" Bobby asked curiously since he could not make a connection with him and the contract at all.

Emma's cheek flushed a light rose, but it was barely noticeable. "Nothing. I had the feeling that you were spying on me so I just cursed you..." She lied unconvincingly.

"Right...that was such a horrible lie. I would think you'd be a better liar than this. If that's the best you can do, no wonder that guy was trying to rip you off." Bobby commented, and his fear resumed as soon as he realized what he said. He practically insulted one of the most powerful, not to mention, most beautiful telepaths in the world.

Emma glowered at him, though she was actually angrier with herself. She knew that if it was anyone else that she had caught spying on her, she would turn their minds into a pile of mush for a couple of minutes to teach them a lesson. Not to mention, that she would try to erase part of what they had heard and warp their sense of perception for a short time. But, as luck would have it, it was Bobby who sat in front of her. Unfortunately, Bobby was one of the few men who could actually make her nervous and catch her off guard. In addition to that, Bobby was one of the only people that she didn't even want to use her telepathy to obtain information because she wanted to get to know him through the normal way. Somehow, she just knew that she would value it more if she got to know him through the old-fashioned way of human interaction. But it seemed difficult to do when that purple-haired telepath kept taking up all his time. The mere thought of Betsy merely furthered her already bitter attitude.

"Well, maybe if you weren't such a damn idiot, I wouldn't have cursed you then!" Emma huffed as she allowed her emotions get the better of her.

Bobby's eyes widened with shock as he stared at the former White Queen. He was absolutely confused and did not have a single clue about what she said. "Wha...what are you talking about?" He stammered his question, still somewhat frightful since Emma seemed like she was really furious now.

"You...I...I don't know anymore." She said quietly and cast her eyes away from him.

"You're not telling me something here... just tell me what you meant. Please?" Bobby requested for he had a feeling that she was referring to something that they used to have, at least what he thought they might had have.

"It's... you're...I'm..."

beep beep

The alarm on his watch interrupted her sentence and stole Bobby's attention away. He glanced down at the watch and when he realized what time it was, he jumped up and a look of panic washed over him. "Crap!" He exclaimed and was about to run out of the room until he realized that he was in the middle of a conversation with the woman of his dreams.

"What's wrong?" She asked with irritation in her tone.

"Dammit! I'm sorry, I need to go. Umm, we'll finish this next time. I promise you, Emma. We will finish this." Bobby explained hastily.

"Where do you have to go?" Emma asked, though a part of her already knew the answer and didn't want to hear it.

"It's Betsy. I have to go pick her up from the dentist's and I'm so freaking late! She's going to kill me! Crap! I'll talk to you later, Em. We will finish this. I promise." And with that, Bobby ran out of the room in search of the keys to X-SUV.

Emma remained sitting in the room as she realized that she was never going to gain his affection and love, when it was the other telepath that captured all his attention.

-xoxo-

The brand new Harley Davidson was currently being occupied by a stout dismal man who was leaning over the handles with a can of beer in hand. He didn't even have the desire to ride his new motorcycle and so he chose to sit in the garage with a six-pack instead. He took another swig of alcohol and then chucked the empty can aside. He leaned over, grabbed a new can and popped it open.

"Hey, got one for me?" Someone asked from the doorway.

"Just one, Slim." He answered and threw a can at the X-Leader.

Scott Summers walked towards his own motorcycle, which was across from Logan's, and took a seat. He popped opened his can of beer and commented, "nice bike."

"They don't come nicer than this." Logan responded.

"So why aren't you riding it?" Scott asked.

"Don't feel like it. And no, you can't ride it either." Logan replied and unsheathed his right claws to emphasize his point.

"Wasn't going to ask to ride it. If you didn't notice, I do have a few of my own." Scott stated, somewhat defensively.

"What are ya doing down here, Cyke?" Logan questioned and bypassed the small talk.

"Heard a noise while I walked by and decided to come in here..." Scott answered a bit slowly.

"Jean's having another round of mood swings, isn't she?" Logan queried and chuckled before Scott could even answer. The last time Jean had a mood swing, she managed to break three lamps, a table, and two bowls; and it was all because Scott had forgotten to buy onions from the supermarket.

"Well... fine. She's going nuts again so I'm hiding this time." Scott admitted, though not shamefully at all. He knew his wife was one of the most powerful mutants in the world, and with her potential phoenix powers along with the pregnancy mood swings, he was wise enough to leave her alone and hope the mood swings would pass soon enough.

"Who did ya leave her with then?" Logan questioned and wondered about the poor sucker who would have to do put up with Jean.

"Ororo. She's the only one who can really calm Jean down anyway." Scott replied and took a swig of beer.

"Oh." Logan murmured while his facial expression became glum once more. The mere mention of Ororo usually made him become depressed, but it was understandable since she was the woman he loved and who seemingly didn't love him.

"Whatever did happen with you and Ororo?" Scott asked curiously since he noticed the sudden mood change in Logan.

"Don't know what you're talking 'bout." Logan replied curtly.

"Right... and Beast and Kurt aren't blue." Scott commented sarcastically and rolled his eyes.

"How would you know? You only see red. For all you know, we could have just lied to you about them being blue all these years." Logan pointed out.

Scott's eyebrows furrowed as he thought hard about Logan's comment. Finally, he came to a conclusion. "Jean wouldn't lie to me." He stated confidently.

Logan simply rolled his eyes at Scott's response and took another gulp of his beer. Then, silence hung over the two of them as both were unsure of what to say. Actually, it was more along the line of Logan not wanting to talk at all, while Scott was trying to figure out what to say to get Logan to talk.

Eventually, Scott settled for the straightforward approach. "So, what happened with you and Ororo?" He asked again. His question only stirred an angry growl out of Logan, but Scott persisted. "So, what happened to you and Ororo?" He asked for the third time.

"I don't see how it's any of your business, Slim." Logan snarled.

"Well, Ororo's my friend... and I consider you as one as well..."

"That's funny. I did try to steal your wife once and you consider me as a friend?" Logan questioned amusingly.

"Don't think I've forgotten that, but it doesn't matter anymore. I know you don't care about Jean in that way and we are having a baby. Plus, everyone in the mansion saw what was going on between you and Ororo. Sure, you two acted as if nothing was going on when around other people, but that only made it more suspicious. Then, it was confirmed when Jeremy babbled about seeing the two of you kissing." Scott explained.

"The kid doesn't know what he's talking about." Logan said briskly.

"I don't know about that. Kids do have the most perceptive intuitions." Scott said.

"So what if 'Ro and I had something going on? The point is that there's nothing going on now!" Logan said, half-exasperatedly, half-irritatingly.

"Why not? You two would make a fine pair though I'd still have to question her taste in men...I'm just making a joke. Lighten up." Scott said and took a gulp of his beer in almost indignation.

"Funny... never thought the day would come when you would be telling me to 'lighten up'..." Logan commented and emptied his can down his throat and reached for another one.

"She is beautiful though..." Scott commented wistfully.

"'Ro or Jean?"

"Both of them."

"That they are..." Logan mumbled and down his fourth can of beer.

"You'd be lucky to have her..." Scott insinuated coyly as he was definitely having a grand time jibing with Logan.

"Ororo or Jean?"

"Both of them... sadly, Jean's taken by yours truly." Scott reminded the feral man.

"She's a fool... what else can I say?" Logan growled in light-humour.

"I'm going to choose to ignore that one." Scott stated but glared at Wolverine nonetheless.

"Can't believe I'm talking to you about this...can't believe I'm talking to you period." Logan commented, slightly surprised by his own revelation.

"Being an X-Man for so long, you should know by now that anything's possible." Scott shrugged.

"As nice as this was, Slim, gonna have t'take off before you try getting me to talk about my feelings... this male bonding thing just isn't my cup of tea." Logan said and got up off his bike. In response, Scott simply shrugged with indifference. Logan was about to exit the garage via the doorway when he turned around and warned, "Don't touch my bike, Cyke."

"Don't tell Jean where I am until her mood swing's gone." Scott requested in return.

"Deal."

-xoxo-

"Where is that damn Popsicle..." Betsy growled underneath her breath while her eyes followed the seconds' hand on her expensive designer watch.

"I knew I shouldn't have trusted him to pick me up..." She mumbled while she thought of the many ways to punish her friend for being over forty-five minutes late. Not able to take the waiting sitting down any longer, she got up and walked towards the phone on the counter. However, she would stop in her tracks as soon as she saw him standing there.

"What the hell are you doing here?" She asked loudly, which got her a round of shushing from the people in the waiting room.

"Betsy, we have to talk." Warren said and approached her; though, she would take a step backwards for every step he took towards her.

"Can we please just talk?" He asked again, a hint of desperation in his voice.

"No! Did you follow me here?" She questioned, as the rage within in her only build up even more.

"Excuse me, but you two are being rather disruptive. Will you please take this conversation outside?" The secretary basically ordered while giving them both a look of the utmost disapproval. With her eyes still narrowed, she glared at Warren before she left in a huff.

Once outside in the hallway, she walked towards the elevator and pressed the 'down' button. "Betsy, you can't ignore me forever?" He stated.

"Try me." She simply challenged while she pressed the button again.

"You know I'm just going to get into the elevator with you... you can't run from this." He reasoned. Giving him a menacing glower, she turned and headed towards the stairwell.

"Betsy, please just talk to me. I'm sorry for being such an idiot. I'm sorry for treating you the way I did. I was wrong. Please, let's just make this right again." He pleaded while he chased after her, though she was practically running now.

"Warren, I hate you! Go home!" She cried in return, while attempting to hold her anguished tears back.

"You don't mean that... remember what you said?" He reminded her, while praying she still felt that way.

"Actually, no. I don't remember. I don't want to remember anything about you or what we did, or what not. Just go back to that blonde bitch and leave me alone, you insensitive sod!" She yelled and pushed the door open that led into the lobby.

"What blonde? What are you talking about?" Warren questioned, completely confused.

"Don't act like an idiot! You know what I'm talking about. And I don't care who you see. I don't care who you sleep with. Just go to hell, you bastard!" She hissed.

"You're not making any sense to me. Let's just go sit down somewhere and talk." He pleaded and grabbed her wrist to stop her from running.

"Let go of me!" She cried and yanked her wrist back. "I don't want to go sit down and talk to you. I don't want to have anything to do with you. I am not going to subject myself to your coldness and your heartlessness. Fine, you don't love me, well, guess what? I don't love you too! Now, you can move on with your life with her... because I don't care!"

"Honestly, I don't know who you're referring to! Betsy, please... I..." Warren began, but couldn't bring himself to say those words.

"Hey Betsy, I'm sorry I'm late. Umm... the traffic was bad." Bobby lied through his teeth while he ran up to her. She turned around to face him and that was when he realized that Warren was there as well.

"Hey War, what's up?" Bobby greeted him while feeling a bit awkward that he had interrupted a lover's quarrel.

"Hi." Warren simply mumbled.

"Bobby, I wanna go home. I wanna go home now." Betsy declared, grabbed Bobby's hand and dragged him in the direction he came from.

"Umm...but Betsy...okay, fine. See ya, War!" Bobby cried over his shoulder while trying to keep up with Betsy's pace.

"Betts, is everything okay?" Bobby asked concernedly. When they were several blocks from the dentist's office, she halted in her step and turned around to face Bobby. One look at her tear-stained face, he took her into his arms.

"I miss him..." She mumbled more honestly than she had ever done before.

"I know..." He said and patted her back while she cried on his shoulder.

-xoxo-

Inhaling the strong musk of the South, he took in all his surroundings and felt at home immediately. He was back in New Orleans, and it felt great to be back despite the circumstances. He exited the airport and found the familiar face of Emile grinning at him.

"My my... can't believe you'd actually be back now, Remy." Emil greeted and shook his cousin's hand.

"Well, believe it." Remy responded with a wry grin.

"So, get in de car. Y' can tell me why y' be back." Emil suggested and opened the trunk for Remy to throw his luggage in. They got in the car and headed towards the heart of New Orleans.

"Y' gonna give me explanation, or what?" Emil demanded lightly.

"Just t'ought it'd be time for a visit, non?" Remy answered.

"What 'bout de petite? Where's de fils?" Emil asked.

"He'd be at home wit' his mot'er." Remy stated curtly, while feeling completely awful at the mention of Jeremy.

"Be a shame, non? Cute boy. Last time he was here, everyone nearly had a fit over him. Better be sure dat Mattie's gonna whip ya for not bringing him wit' y'." Emil said, while an amused smile appeared on his face.

"Well, under de circumstances, she'd understand." Remy shrugged and looked out the window. Suddenly, he felt homesick.

"What's de matter wit' y'? Last I heard you'd be all happy wit' a belle femme and a beau fils. Tell me de trut', why y' really back Remy?" Emil questioned more seriously when he sensed the change of mood in his cousin.

"Got someone t'see, dat's all." Remy replied nonchalantly.

"Y' sound like y'here t'meet your death! Geez... sounds like you'd be goin' t' see Belle or some assassin..." Emil made an offhand comment.

"Somet'ing like dat..."

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