Chapter Two
"Please, Momma! Can ah?" Declan asked his mother holding up a small brown trench coat. Rogue sighed thoughtfully. It reminded her too much of Remy. She had to say no.
However, Declan liked it, so she had to reconsider. "How could he not like it? He was, after all, his father's son," Rogue thought mildly. She took a deep breath.
"Fahne then. Trah it on," she agreed half-heartedly. Declan grinned and tried it on, standing in front of the mirror. He looked so cute and handsome!
"Awww! Mah wee boy's growin' up! Aren't yah, baby boy?" Rogue teased. Declan huffed and crossed his arms, looking cuter than ever before. Rogue laughed, knelt down and hugged him, with him standing stiff.
"Ah'm sorry, Declan. Ah was only teasin' yah! But if yah want, ah'll stop," she compromised. Declan relaxed and hugged her back tightly.
"'Kay, momma. But yah can still call me dat at home an' in front of our other family. Just not in shops, restaurants and cinemas," he instructed. Rogue stood up.
"Yes, sir. Sorry, sir," she joked, saluting. Declan giggled as well. He took off the trench coat and handed it to his mother who took it to the counter and paid for it.
"How much was it, momma?" Declan asked, as they walked out the store. Rogue laughed and ruffled his hair again.
"Don't yah worry yah're pretty little head 'bout that, bab-, Declan," she smiled, correcting herself. Declan smiled.
"Merci, momma," he thanked. Rogue smiled lopsidedly, handing Declan his coat as he got into the backseat of their car.
"Momma?" he piped up after a short silence. Rogue glanced at him through the rear-view mirror.
"Yeah, Declan?" she answered. Declan frowned slightly.
"Does Uncle Wolvie and Auntie 'Ro know mah pere?" he asked quietly. Rogue sighed. The questions were starting.
"They used too, Declan," she answered, quickly, "Why the sudden interest in your father?" Declan looked out the window.
"Because on Friday, in school, the teacher said that all fathers have to come and tell the class about the job they do," he explained sadly. Rogue sighed and then a sudden idea dawned on her.
"Tell you what, why don't you ask Uncle Logan if he wants to come instead and he can tell everyone about the mutants he trains like me, Uncle Kurt and Kitty," she smiled. Declan's eyes shined again.
"Really? Cool! That is so awesome!" he exclaimed. Rogue chuckled, watching him.
"Please, Momma! Can ah?" Declan asked his mother holding up a small brown trench coat. Rogue sighed thoughtfully. It reminded her too much of Remy. She had to say no.
However, Declan liked it, so she had to reconsider. "How could he not like it? He was, after all, his father's son," Rogue thought mildly. She took a deep breath.
"Fahne then. Trah it on," she agreed half-heartedly. Declan grinned and tried it on, standing in front of the mirror. He looked so cute and handsome!
"Awww! Mah wee boy's growin' up! Aren't yah, baby boy?" Rogue teased. Declan huffed and crossed his arms, looking cuter than ever before. Rogue laughed, knelt down and hugged him, with him standing stiff.
"Ah'm sorry, Declan. Ah was only teasin' yah! But if yah want, ah'll stop," she compromised. Declan relaxed and hugged her back tightly.
"'Kay, momma. But yah can still call me dat at home an' in front of our other family. Just not in shops, restaurants and cinemas," he instructed. Rogue stood up.
"Yes, sir. Sorry, sir," she joked, saluting. Declan giggled as well. He took off the trench coat and handed it to his mother who took it to the counter and paid for it.
"How much was it, momma?" Declan asked, as they walked out the store. Rogue laughed and ruffled his hair again.
"Don't yah worry yah're pretty little head 'bout that, bab-, Declan," she smiled, correcting herself. Declan smiled.
"Merci, momma," he thanked. Rogue smiled lopsidedly, handing Declan his coat as he got into the backseat of their car.
"Momma?" he piped up after a short silence. Rogue glanced at him through the rear-view mirror.
"Yeah, Declan?" she answered. Declan frowned slightly.
"Does Uncle Wolvie and Auntie 'Ro know mah pere?" he asked quietly. Rogue sighed. The questions were starting.
"They used too, Declan," she answered, quickly, "Why the sudden interest in your father?" Declan looked out the window.
"Because on Friday, in school, the teacher said that all fathers have to come and tell the class about the job they do," he explained sadly. Rogue sighed and then a sudden idea dawned on her.
"Tell you what, why don't you ask Uncle Logan if he wants to come instead and he can tell everyone about the mutants he trains like me, Uncle Kurt and Kitty," she smiled. Declan's eyes shined again.
"Really? Cool! That is so awesome!" he exclaimed. Rogue chuckled, watching him.