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Author's Note: I know it has been forever and you must think I'm dead. I'm not going to lie and say that within the last two months, I hadn't thought about dying… but I'm alive still and I finally began writing again. Finals are all done with and summer has started and I need to fill up my time… back to fanfic world. I hope I still have readers out there… but warning about this chapter, it's puke-a-licious. It made me want to puke. And I'm never writing a LORO storyline again. I just have to make that little point. Anyway, thanks for everyone who reviewed and who still reads my crappy stories! Much love to you guys:D Kisses and hugs to all!
On with the story…
The Wedding
Chapter 16
The infamous summer heat had been plaguing the East Coast for the past week and there were no indications that it would ease up anytime soon. The formidable Rogue let out a wolverine-like growl as she punched the broken air conditioner, which effectively broke the machine in half. Another frustrated snarl escaped her dried pink lips and was immediately followed by a giggle from the other party in the room.
"Momma, dat ain't no way t'fix it." Her three-and-a-half-year-old son commented in between his fits of laughter. Rogue looked down at Jeremy with a feigned stern countenance. "It's not funny to laugh at Momma." She stated as seriously as she could maintain.
"But Momma, J'remy ain't laughing at ya, J'remy laugh wit' ya. Just dat Momma ain't laughing." He replied smartly, a trait he undoubtedly picked up from his father.
Rogue crossed her arms and raised a skeptical brow at her son, though she was attempting extremely hard not to laugh at the adorableness that her son had just displayed.
Jeremy wrapped his arms around his mother's left leg, looked up with a pout on his lips and a mischievous sparkle in his eye. "C'mon Momma, ya know ya wanna laugh… even if it's just for un peu a little."
The little bit of French at the end was what did her in. Rogue burst out into a hearty laugh, one that Jeremy had not heard from her since the final days prior to Remy's departure. Rogue picked up the boy and swung him around, both laughing manically. By the time they settled down, Jeremy and Rogue both let out a yawn simultaneously. It was mid-day but the heat had made both mom and son lethargic and drowsy.
"C'mon, baby boy, let's go take a nap, okay?" She said as Jeremy already had his head on his mom's shoulder with his eyes closed.
"D'accord." He murmured.
As soon as they reached her bed, both fell quickly asleep and all other thoughts and worries disappeared.
-xoxo-
"She's looking pinker." Scott commented as he watched his wife cradle their daughter.
"Yeah…she is." Jean agreed and looked up at her husband with a big smile.
Scott leaned down and kissed Jean on the top of her head and landed another one on their baby, Sara Rachel.
"Scott, do you think we can finally bring her out of here today?" Jean asked hopefully.
"Hopefully, but we'll have to check with Hank first." He replied.
"I hope he says it's okay… she has been down here for two weeks now." She said.
"Yes… and so have you two but today may be the last day..." A third voice joined them.
Both parents turned around and faced their blue furry doctor who was grinning from ear to ear. Jean immediately asked, "does that mean what I think it means, Hank?"
"Considering you are a telepath that undoubtedly had just probed my mind a second ago, yes, it does." Hank replied cheerfully.
The ecstatic parents broke into a huge smile and hugged each other. Jean stood up with her daughter in her arms and she turned to Hank. "Thank you." She said and kissed the good doctor on the cheek.
"That wasn't necessary, Jean. This was merely the work of any doctor." Hank replied modestly while his cheeks turned slightly purple.
"Hank, it was necessary. You saved my daughter's life." Jean began.
"And you saved my wife's life. We are forever grateful, old friend." Scott finished.
"Well… I don't know what to say…" Hank stuttered slightly, suddenly becoming lost with words.
Jean looked up at Scott, urging him with her eyes. He smiled back and turned to Hank. "Hank, we have all known each other since we were teenagers." Scott started.
"That is indeed true." Hank agreed.
"That is also why we couldn't think of a better person to be the godfather of Sara. Hank, would you do us the honour of becoming the godfather of our daughter?" Scott asked.
"Oh my… you two must not be serious about this…" Hank said with disbelief.
"Hank, we are. Scott and I discussed this and we just think you would be the perfect person. If anything ever happened to Scott and I, we would at least die knowing that Sara had someone as loving and caring as you to take care of her. Please say yes, Hank." Jean requested eagerly.
"Yes, then. I would be incredibly honoured to be the godfather of Sara Rachel." Hank agreed as tears welled up in the corner of his eyes.
Jean squealed with delight as she kissed Hank on the cheek again. "Thank you, Hank." She said.
"Yeah, thank you, Hank." Scott reiterated and extended his hand to his old friend.
Hank shook his hand, both looking at each other with respect and gratitude.
As soon as they let go, Jean placed her daughter into Hank's arms.
"Say hello to your godfather, Sara." Jean cooed to the baby.
The child was fast asleep but let out a tiny yawn while in Hank's arms. In an odd way, for the three of them who met each other all those years ago when they were just lost teenagers attempting to find their place in the world, they finally consolidated what was true from day one; they were a family.
-xoxo-
Soaring straight towards the blistering hot sun, she kept up her determined flight despite the obvious fact that she was exacerbating her body. It had only been two weeks since the attack, but Ororo refused to stay inside any longer, especially on a day like today. Stretching out, she flew higher and higher.
A flip.
A turn.
A dance in the sky.
Ororo relished in the feeling of being with the elements once more. As she did another spin, she overstretched her limits and pulled a muscle. She let out a yelp of pain, and fell twenty feet before she finally regained control and slowly lowered herself onto the ground.
"Ya okay, 'Ro?" A low voice asked from behind.
"Yes. I'm fine." Ororo answered evenly without even turning around to face her visitor.
"Ya shouldn't be up there like that… you could hurt yourself." He commented concernedly.
"I said I'm fine. I know what I'm doing. You don't have to play guardian anymore." She stated resentfully.
He sighed deeply and knelt beside her. "Look, I'm not trying to play guardian. I just… care about you. Can we finally talk about us now?"
"There's nothing to talk about. Logan, I appreciate all that you have done for me in the last two weeks, but I don't need your help anymore. So, you can go back to your life and I'll go back to mine. Thank you, but I don't need you anymore." She said, still not meeting his eyes.
"Ever thought for once that I need you?" He asked, revealing more to a person than he had ever done so before.
Surprised by his words, she turned to him and looked into his emotionally raw brown eyes. "What do you mean?" She questioned slowly.
"Look, 'Ro, I thought I was meant to be a loner for the rest of my life. I've always been alone and I loved the solitude. And there were too many lost chances… lost loves that basically reconfirmed my belief that my destiny was to be alone. But being with you, it makes a man think… makes a man wants… and makes a man needs." He said openly, but shifted his eyes away from hers.
"Logan… let's just please stop doing this to ourselves. We're not right for each other. We'll never be. We won't last…" She said dejectedly.
"Why do you keep saying that? Why are you so afraid of being with me?" He asked angrily as he looked straight into her eyes.
"Because you'll just hurt me in the end! Face it, you'll never love me like you love the others! I'm not your great love like Mariko. I'm not your soul mate like Jean. I'm not going to have anything even remotely close to the kind of love you had for those two. I want more, Logan. As much as I love you, I can't be in a relationship where I'm not going to even receive half of that love in return. I just can't… I want more for myself, Logan. Do you understand?" Ororo finally revealed the truth as tears fell from her blue eyes.
Logan looked at her with disbelief but with soft eyes. He lifted his hand to her face and wiped away a few tears with the back of his finger. "Darlin', forgive me for saying this, but you're wrong."
Immediately, Ororo pulled her face away from him and attempted to get up on her feet. "I'm leaving now." She merely stated but as soon as she got on her feet, she pulled another muscle and came tumbling down. He caught her in his arms but she quickly pulled away from his hold.
"Will ya just look at me?" He requested but she refused to comply.
"Fine. But you are wrong. Darlin', Jean's not my soul mate. Yes, we share a deep connection but her soul belongs to Scott. I know that and she knows that. And yes, I love Jean and I always will, but not the way you think I do. She's merely a great friend. That's it. As for Mariko… I won't deny that she was my great love… but she's not the only one. The fact is, is that she's gone and as much as I miss her, I don't need her any more. I've fallen in love all over again and it's you, 'Ro. And I wanna give you all that you deserve, just let me. You gotta let me." He said and reached for her hand.
Ororo still didn't turn around, not because she was afraid that she would find that he was lying, but because she was more petrified that she would find that he was telling the truth.
"Believe me. Just believe me." He murmured as he moved closer to her.
Ever so slowly, she turned around and faced him. As soon as she saw the truth in his eyes, she fell into his arms.
He just held her and all the misunderstanding that they suffered before was finally all cleared up.
-xoxo-
Slamming down the last suitcase shut, she was ready to go home and away from this awful place. She was sick of the chores she had to do. She was sick of the looks she received from the other residents. Most of all, she was sick of avoiding Bobby Drake and having to turn the corner every time she saw him. As soon as she leaves this place, it meant that she would finally get Bobby Drake out of her system and really, it was about darn time.
She took her cell phone out of her bag and dialed her driver's number. "Harold, I need you here ASAP," was all she said before she snapped the phone shut.
It would be about ten minutes before her driver arrived, so she plopped down on the bed and closed her eyes. Her home in Boston was big and empty and cold, but she had never wanted to return home as much as she did this very moment.
Knock Knock.
"Come in." She said coolly.
"Hey." That familiar voice said slowly.
"Get out." She snapped as she got up from the bed, her eyes glaring at him.
"C'mon Emma… I just wanted to…" Bobby began but was interrupted by the pillow that had just hit his head.
"I said… GET OUT!" She barked at him.
"You're CRAZY!" He yelled back at her, and threw the pillow back at her.
She caught it with her hands. "And you're AN IDIOTIC NUMBSKULL!" She yelled back with a phrase she picked up from one of her younger students.
"I don't even know why I'm bothering…" Bobby commented offhandedly as he looked at her with disbelief.
"Then don't bother! By the way, GET OUT!" She screamed at him and threw the pillow at him again. He ducked and the pillow hit the door shut behind him.
"Okay… c'mon, Emma. Stop acting so childish." He said as he stood up straight again.
"Me? Childish? This coming from you! Are you kidding me here? You still fight the other students for the prize in the cereal box!" She exclaimed.
"Well, who the hell was chucking the pillow at me? And what kind of grown woman makes up a boyfriend anyway?" He snapped back.
Her mouth dropped in surprise, her cheeks grew pink, and her eyes became teary with embarrassment. "You are the biggest jerk I know! JUST GET OUT!" She screamed, but turned around from him, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry.
"Oh…gosh…fuck, I am a jerk. I'm sorry, Emma." Bobby apologized as he rubbed the back of his neck while trying to think of a way to make up for his stupidity. How did his plan go so wrong? He had the speech all figured out and within seconds of his entry, everything had gone so far from his plan.
"Please…just get out." She requested, softer this time.
"I will… after I say what I came to say. Look, Emma. I'm sorry for everything I did or didn't do and for all those mixed signals from before. I just want you to forget everything from before and I wanted to be straight up with you. I like you. I like you a lot. You're smart, funny, bold, brave, strong, and let's face it; the sexiest woman I know. I know you're going home today. I know you don't want to stay here for another second and I don't blame you. But… maybe, if you're open to the idea… I might be able to visit you some time in Boston. Now, that Scott let me pilot the Blackbird…maybe I can take you out on a proper date, y'know? I mean, I can't afford all that fancy stuff you like, but I think I can still show you a good time… the Iceman way. What do you say?" He suggested.
Emma didn't respond and didn't turn around either. She merely stood in front of the window with her back towards him.
After a few minutes and feeling rejected, Bobby said, "Well… I understand if you don't want to. I guess it was a long shot after all. Just… have a safe trip home. I'll see you around."
"Wait." She said quietly.
Bobby froze in his steps and she slowly turned around to face him. With a small smile on her face, she said, "tell me why you like me again."
Returning a coy smile of his own, he walked towards her as he said, "well, Emma Frost, aren't you just a compliment hog. But if you must know again… you're smart, and funny, and bold, and brave, and gorgeous, and oh so sexy…"
When he was within arms' reach, Emma let down all her guards and wrapped her arms around him. His arms encircled her tiny waist as he held her close to him. For the both of them, the embrace was long overdue. She pulled back her head and looked into his eyes, "you're still idiotic, y'know."
"And you're still crazy." He replied and before she could open her pretty little mouth to say another word, he interrupted her with a kiss.
-xoxo-
Turning the doorknob ever so slowly, he entered the house without even a squeak. Throwing his trench coat and bag on the floor, he walked quietly to the nursery. Peering in and noticing the crib was empty he continued to the living room, which he wound up bypassing along with the kitchen when he noticed that both rooms were empty. When he reached the master bedroom, the door was slightly ajar and he saw the most heavenly sight that he had seen in weeks. His beautiful fiancé was curled up in bed with his son.
He pushed the door gently and entered the room. Walking towards the bed, he made a point not to wake them up. He took off his boots and shirt, and climbed into bed. Slipping his arms around his wife's waist from behind, he buried his face in her wavy auburn hair, breathing in her scent of lavender and lilies.
It felt so good to be home.
Just as he was about to fall asleep, a yelp interrupted him. "PAPA!"
Jeremy jumped on his father and Rogue sprung up, rubbing her eyes and trying to adjust to what had just happened. Remy was laughing while his son jumped around excitedly in his father's arms. When Rogue finally recovered from what had just happened, she squealed in delight as well and jumped into Remy's arms. "REMY!"
"Hi chere." He greeted coyly. She wrapped her arms around his neck and began kissing his cheeks, his lips, his nose, and basically, every inch of his face.
"I take it y' missed me." He commented slyly and she whacked him on the chest.
"Don't ya evah leave me again!" She warned him.
"YEAH!" Jeremy followed, and squirmed his way between his parents.
Remy landed a kiss on the top of his fiancé and son's head and said, "wouldn't even dare t'ink it."
