Chapter Seven
Having stayed out the whole night, in the morning Remy walked into the bed and breakfast room he was sharing with Belladonna and Julian. Belladonna was sitting on the bed looking through a magazine. Julian wasn't there. She looked up as he came in and gave a fake smile.
"Bonjour Remy! I missed y'! Where did y' run off too, huh?" she screeched. (A/N: Grab your earmuffs everyone! ;)) Remy looked at her with distaste and lay down on Julian's single bed.
"Where be Julian?" he asked, his arm over his eyes. Belladonna sighed.
"He ran off a while ago sayin' dat he was gonna check out de area. Takes after his uncle, mon petit garcon," she smiled and put away her magazine and began filing her nails. Remy sat up and looked at her.
"Belladonna, y' gotta control dat garcon more. He'll run wild an' probably end up a junkie or a ned," he stated bluntly. Belladonna sat up straight and frowned at him.
"He's y'r fils too, Remy!" she cried. Remy sighed and looked at her. He really did not need this right now.
"Look, Bella, we'll talk 'bout dis later. I'm gonna go find de garcon," he stated and left the room.
"...an' he pushed me away an' walked off," Rogue finished her story, sitting in front of Wanda, tears streaming down her face. Wanda gave her another tissue.
To others, Wanda was a cold, sarcastic person who hated everyone and everything and was only intent on seeking revenge against her father, but to people who knew her well like Rogue. Pietro and Lance; she was a completely different person. She was a great listener and advice-giver and getting revenge was not the only thing she cared about. She just wanted support from people around her and she got on great with Rogue and sometimes Pietro and Lance as well. Right now, she was the first person who Rogue thought of going to after everything that happened with Remy and a night full of heart-breaking sobs and cries.
"He's just become so cold and nasty toward meh that ah don't think ah'll evah let Declan know who his fathah was. Wanda, what ah'm ah gonna do? Declan has every damn raght tah know who his fathah was but ah can't risk Remy bein' so mean an' nasty towards mah son!" Rogue exclaimed. Wanda sighed.
"Rogue. You don't know that for sure, do you? What if he ends up being really nice and loving towards Declan? Huh? Then what are yah gonna do? Just stop Declan seeing his father all together?" Wanda questioned. Rogue shook her head.
"No, no, Wanda. Yah don't know. Ah saw him in thah pizza place an' he didn' give a second glance towards that little boy he was with. It was just Belladonna fussing ovah him an' Remy doin' nothin'. Ah kept takin' sneak glances at Belladonna an' ah saw that she kept lookin' at him an' her eyes...oh mah god, her eyes. They were full of tears!!! Ah actually felt sorry for thah bitch," Rogue said, wiping away her own tears. Wanda raised her eyebrows and sighed.
"Rogue, you're my best friend and I want what's best for you but I also have to stop you from making terrible mistakes. I didn't do that when you decided to go meet Remy. I didn't do that when you found out you were pregnant and neglected to tell Remy. I want to stop you from making this mistake. Rogue, you need to tell Declan who his father is or else you never know what might happen," Wanda finished and Rogue sniffed, shaking her head.
"Wanda's right," Pietro's voice came from the doorway. Rogue wiped her face hastily.
"Pietro!" she exclaimed. She sniffed gave him a weak smile. "Rogue, I know what's happened with Gambit. And Wanda is definitely right. You need to tell Declan about his father," he said, coming forward and hugging her awkwardly. Rogue stiffened and moved away from him. It was not that she didn't like him. It was that she was still trying to deal with Remy's heartbreak. He got the message and sat next to Wanda, opposite Rogue.
"Man, this is totally messed up," he said, running his hand through his white-blond hair. Wanda nodded.
"Wanda, Pietro. What thah hell am ah gonna do?" she wailed. Pietro reached over and squeezed her hand as a gesture of comfort.
"You know what you have to do. Just do it before it is too late,"
"No more secrets Rogue. Tell the truth,"
Remy wandered into the park, which he, personally, thought was dangerously close to the Xavier Institute, where he saw Julian sitting on a swing, looking at his trainers while swaying slowly back and forth.
"Ceci est mon test. L'aide de Dieu m'obtiens par a mon fils," Remy sighed, walking towards Julian. He went and sat on the swing next to him. Julian looked at him, surprised and then went back to his trainers.
"What do y' want?" he asked coldly, not looking at his supposed-father, shuffling his feet. Remy sighed deeply.
"Just t' talk," he said. Remy looked at Julian and saw that he looked deep in thought, "Le sou pour vos pensees," he added.
"None of y'r business, pere," Julian scoffed, spitting out the last word. Remy shut his eyes and ran his hand through his auburn hair. "Bella sure has spoilt de garcon," he thought regretfully.
"Why d' y' hate y'r...(cough)...pere so much, petit?" he asked softly. Julian scuffed the ground with his trainer.
"Give moi un reason not t'," he challenged, still not looking at Remy. Remy raised his eyebrows.
"1) I'm y'r pere so y' need t' treat m' wit' respect 2) It'll make y'r mere happy," Remy answered. Julian let out a short, sarcastic laugh.
"Make mon mere bonne? I don' t'ink so," he answered coldly. Remy felt like screaming. He was just not getting through to this kid.
"Higher, momma! Higher!" Remy heard a kid squeal; presumably a boy. He turned round, his eyes widened at what he saw, and he gave a mental groan.
Rogue was pushing the boy he had seen her with, on the swing and the boy was squealing and begging to go faster, though Rogue looked hesitant to do so. Her face was smiling at the child but her eyes were distant as if she wasn't seeing what was going on in front of her.
Let's talk this over
It's not like we're dead
Was it something I did?
Was it something I said?
Rogue sighed and with hand in her coat pocket, she pushed Declan that wee bit higher. She felt eyes on her. Someone was watching her. She tensed slightly and looked up. "Oh no!" she thought as she saw Remy looking at her. She looked into his eyes that were blank.
Don't leave me hanging
In a city so dead
Held up so high
I'm a breakable thread
"Momma? That be de same man we say in Toni's isn't it?" Declan inquired. Rogue looked at him and nodded slightly. She kept pushing Declan, away from Remy's searching eyes, deep in thought. She had blocked out everything he had said to her but was still debating the fact of whether to tell Declan the truth or not.
You were all the things I thought I knew
And I thought we could be
You were everything, everything I've ever wanted
We were meant to be, supposed to be
But we lost it
All of the memories so close to me just fade away
All this time you were pretending
So much for my happy ending
Rogue's long hair hung behind her, moving slightly in the breeze. She was biting her lip and pushing the boy with one hand. Julian looked at Remy and saw him staring intently at the woman he had seen last night. Julian sneered.
"You're meant t' b' marryin' mon mere an' already y'r checkin' out ot'er femmes," he said quietly. Remy's head turned sharply towards him. He sighed.
"It's not'in' like dat, petit. Me an' dat femme used t' have some history toget'er,"
You've got your dumb friends
I know what they say
They tell you I'm difficult
Well so are they
Rogue was caught up in old memories. She knew she shouldn't be reminiscing but she couldn't help it. She wandered what Remy would do if he saw who had come with her and Declan. She turned as she heard faint footsteps behind her. Pietro was walking up to them with two ice creams in one hand and on in the other. He smiled as he approached them.
"Petro!" Declan exclaimed, seeing him. He could not manage saying his proper name so that's what he called him. Petro. Rogue smiled weakly at him, still thinking about Remy.
But they don't know me
Do they even know you?
All the things you hide from me
All the shit that you do
Remy filled with jealousy and anger as he saw Pietro handing Rogue and the boy their ice cream. "So," he thought, "Looks like they're playing happy families. The boy's the son, Rogue's the mother and...and...Pietro's the father," he thought angrily. He fumed, thinking that Pietro was the father of his love's child.
"Wha's de matter?" asked Julian, seeing Remy's angry look. Remy fumed some more.
"Not'in', fils. What say we get home? Y'r mere be waitin'." Remy proposed. Julian shrugged with one shoulder and got off the swing. Remy followed suit. He awkwardly tried to put his hand on his son's shoulder but Julian shrugged him off and walked towards home.
You were all the things I thought I knew
And I thought we could be
You were everything, everything, I've ever wanted
We were meant to be, supposed to be
But we lost it
All of the memories so close to me just fade away
All this time you were pretending
So much for my happy ending
Rogue sighed again. Declan was sitting on the swing, eating his ice cream. Pietro looked at her.
"Hey, you all right?" he asked concernedly. He had seen Remy but decided not to say anything.
"What would yah do if thah mothah of yah chil' was a mean, heart-breakin' an' nasty bitch?" she asked suddenly. Pietro looked at her, surprised.
"Um...I...um..." he stuttered. Rogue laughed slightly and placed her hand on his arm.
"Never mahnd. But, at least now yah know what ah'm goin' through raght now," She looked over at Remy who was staring after his son.
It's nice to know that you were there
Thanks for acting like you cared
Making me feel like I was the only one
It's nice to know that we had it all
Thanks for watching as a foe
Letting me know we were done
"Rogue, the final decision is really up to you but I've been thinking about it for a while and if you decide to cut Remy out of your life and Declans' altogether, then I have a proposition. I am 100% willing to give Declan my surname and raise him like he was my son and he can believe that, that I am his father," Pietro said, staring right into her eyes.
Rogue stared at him, wide-eyed at the meaning of his words. She was appalled but at the same time intrigued. Declan would always have a father in Pietro. But Remy was his biological father. Pietro would give Declan the love and support that Rogue didn't think that Remy could give Declan. There was every reason for giving Declan his father. Rogue was all for saying yes. But something in the deepest ends of her heart was stopping her. She needed time.
"Ah...ah need some time," she got out, losing herself in the ocean that was his eyes.
"Sure," she heard him answer vaguely but she was too busy noticing his eyes that were getting closer and closer. She watched the light flickering and was spellbound. She noticed him getting closer until she could feel the heat emanating from him but she made no move to stop him. Then, she felt his lips touch hers.
He was everything, everything I've ever wanted
We were meant to be, supposed to be
But we lost it
All of the memories so close to me just fade away
All this time you were pretending
So much for My Happy Ending
Remy watched Pietro move closer to Rogue until they kissed. To his surprise, anger, and pain, Rogue did not move away. So, he had received the answer to all his questions. Pietro was Rogue's husband and the father of the boy. But he vaguely remembered the boys being red-on-black but when he looked now, they were green, like Rogue's eyes. Remy walked away from the sight, thinking bitterly.
"Si, vous m'avez oublie deja, Rogue. Mais ne s'inquieter pas. Deux peuvent jouer ce jeu,"
TRANSLATIONS
Ceci est mon test. L'aide de Dieu m'obtiens par a mon fils......This is my test. God help me get through to my son.
Le sou pour vos pensees....... Penny for your thoughts
Si, vous m'avez oublie deja, Rogue. Mais ne s'inquieter pas. Deux peuvent jouer ce jeu......So, you've forgotten me already Rogue. But don't worry. Two can play this game.