Chapter Four
A/N: Hello and I'm so sorry for keeping it so long since I updated, I've just been away for a week but I'm back and I will keep writing so don't think I've left my story discontinued!
A/A/N: Just to let you know that I'll be giving Henri and Mercy a kid! Ten years old, he is! Anyway, I wasn't sure 'bout Remy's aunt's name so I just put down what I thought so sorry if I was wrong and would ya tell me if I was wrong? (Hint hint!;.)) So on with the story...
Remy sighed, wiped his wet cheeks and walked out the living room of his house, intent on finding Mercy. Just as he exited the room, Henri bumped into him.
"Je suis desole, frere," Henri apologized and walked past him. Remy grabbed him by the shoulder firmly.
"Where be Mercy?" he asked quietly. Henri thought for a minute.
"She be in de garden wit' Tante Mattie an' Jean-Paul," he answered and walked away. Remy sighed again.
He had felt her pain and need for him to be with her. It had made him cry thinking about all the mistakes and stupid things he had done to her in the two years they were together. He knew that she needed him and every fibre in his being was telling him to just get on his motorbike and head right to Bayville, but something inside him told him to stop and think about it.
Remy had left Rogue when Belladonna had called him that night. He had lied to her and broken her heart. She had told him to leave and never come back. She hated him. Now, even if she did need him, if he went back, someone, preferably him to most people, would get hurt. Either by Logan, Kurt or most likely to be, Rogue.
"There be no pleasin' some people!" Remy muttered to himself, heading out the French doors that led to the huge garden. Mercy was sitting on the grass opposite Tante Mattie and Jean-Paul was playing with his Russian dog, Butch.
"Bonjour Remy. Awake at last?" Mercy smiled, patting the place next to her. Remy gave a half smile and sat next to her. He looked upset over something.
"What's wrong, garcon?" Tante Mattie asked, sensing her nephew's anxiety. Remy sighed and lay down on his stomach, head in hands. Before he could say anything, Henri called him from inside.
"Remy! Dere be someone here t' see yo'," he yelled. Remy frowned. He didn't recall inviting anyone over to visit. He made his way inside again and was shocked to see the one person who ruined his life, smiling wickedly at him.
"Bonjour, Remy," she purred, holding out her hand. Remy sneered at her.
"Belladonna," he spat. He didn't want her to call her the name he had always called her, 'Belle' because that meant 'beautiful' and right now, Remy thought Belladonna was the ugliest creature to walk on the planet.
"Now, now, Remy," she smiled, stretching his name, "Is that any way to call y'r child's mot'er!" she chided, stepping away to reveal a little boy aged about six, with blond hair and brown eyes. Remy frowned, grabbed Belladonna's arm, and led her to the dining room, away from the innocent ears of the little kid.
"Listen here, Belladonna, he ain't mon fil!" Remy exclaimed, starting another one of the arguments that they shared about the little boy. Belladonna's smile widened. Remy could see the malice in her eyes.
"Tut, tut Remy, denyin' y'r own chil'!" she said wickedly and sat on a chair, leaning her arm on the dining table. Remy growled.
"De last time yo' an' me were t'gether was two years before dat kid was born! An' unless yo' gave birt' t' him when he was one year old, I don' t'ink he's my fil!" Remy came close to yelling but controlled his anger, something that had come in handy in the five years he was away from the love of his life.
Belladonna's wide blue eyes were filled with what clearly looked like fake tears. She took a deep breath and forced the fake tears back. She stood up and looked at Remy bravely.
"I kept two secrets from yo', Remy. One was my fil, Julian. De ot'er I've kept secret long 'nough. Yo' need t' know de trut'. De time yo' an y'r goodie goodie team came t' N'Awlin's for some reason or ot'er an' yo' stayed here for 'bout a week," Belladonna explained, eyes downcast. Remy frowned. He didn't think he would like were this was heading.
"Yo' went down t' de pub wit' de short man wit' claws an' yo' got drunk, I t'ink. I met yo' on de bridge an' offered t' take yo' home since y'r house was just opposite mine. De short man just grunted an' walked away. I took yo' to y'r house an' no one was home. I t'ink yo' can figure out what happened later. I left early before yo' woke up an' I t'ink dat explains dat Julian is your son, Remy," Belladonna finished, nodded at him and left the room, ushering Julian along.
Remy stared after her, eyes wide. He remembered the mission they went on to New Orleans but he didn't remember anything about going to the pub with Logan. The only way to find out if what Belladonna was telling the truth was to ask Logan. He was not in any rush to do that.
"Mon Dieu! I have a son!" Remy exclaimed in agony, sat down, and buried his head in his hands, letting the tears come. Again. But this time for a completely different reason.