Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or basic storylines from the X-Men. I do, however, own Matthew. And yet, still I am poor beyond belief.

Authors Note: THANK YOU REVIEWERS! You all make me so happy.

Oh and just FYI, this story will be 20 chapters including the epilog, so we're not quite at the end yet folks.

Also, this chapter will be speed up in the timeline as I wrap up the loose ends. Chapter 20 will actually be the epilog, so hope you all enjoy that. Thanks again to everyone who has reviewed! You guys are great.

'Thoughts'

Flashbacks

Matthew

Chapter Nineteen: Weddings and Births

It was two months later and Rogue was only just beginning to show as she stood before the full length mirror in her bedroom, in the house her fiancé and family had built for them, nervously running her bare hands over the white medieval princess style dress she wore. It had large bell sleeves and was trimmed in gold, with a gold chain belt and a lace mantea serving as a veil on her head, accented by her rich auburn curls, the two white streaks curled into ringlets framing her face.

"Ah can't go through with this," Rogue groaned, glaring at her stomach, focusing on the barley visible bulge in her belly. "Ah'm too fat ta git married."

"That's just the hormones," Jean assured her, adjusting her own hunter green sleeveless princess gown, a corset top and gold accents, Ororo, Jubilee, and Kitty wearing identical ones.

"Y' think y' fat chere?" Mercy asked, patting her round belly. Mercy, serving as matron of honor, had a slightly darker dress with long lace sleeves, a ring sewed into each arm, slipping over her middle fingers. "Wait in deux months," she laughed softly and came up behind her soon to be sister-in-law. "Yer belle," she smiled, giving Rogue's shoulders a squeeze.

"Dat y' are chil'," Mattie's smooth voice said from the doorway, causing them all to turn to see her standing there, a large smile spread across her kind face. "Y' ready?"

"As ready as evah," Rogue grinned, walking over to embrace the older woman.

"Ah be so proud a y'," she whispered, kissing Rogue's cheek before they all walked down the stairs.

They were married in Ororo's rose gardens, under the bright full sun. Charles gave Rogue away with Henry serving as best man, Matty the ring barer and Logan, Hank and Scott as ushers. All the men wore tux's, with dark green roses in the lapels. Kurt married them, their eyes never leaving one another's. As soon as Remy saw her he knew she had never been more beautiful and he winked down at his son, a proud, anxious smile on both their faces as they watched her walk towards them.

At the reception that night, Rogue glowed as she danced about the room with all the men of the mansion, including her six-year-old son. Remy couldn't help but gaze at her, a large grin on his face the entire time. He just couldn't believe how lucky he had become and for the first time, in a very long time, he said a blessing for everything he had been given.

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It was six months later, and Rogue and Remy were only moments away from welcoming their newest addition. Two months prior they had traveled down to New Orleans and welcomed Mercy and Henry's son Alexis and things had seemed to be moving much faster since then.

"Push Rogue push!" Henry encouraged her, a small white mask covering his face and a blue gown draped over his large body as he sat at the end of the birthing table, Jean at his side, a similar white mask and gown on her as well. "I can see the head."

"Push cherie," Remy encouraged her, pushing some hair out of her sweat soaked face. They were in the med lab of the mansion and Matthew was waiting out in the waiting room with the others, a teddy bear already picked out to give to his new little brother or sister.

"Ah don't know that Ah can Remy," she breathed, her voice strained. So far it had been a long and intense labor, and sixteen hours later, no one was ready for it to be over more than the young southerner. The bed rails were bent and Remy's hands were swollen and red.

"O' course y' can mon amore," he said, still squeezing her hand. "Jus' lahke before," he said, his red on black eyes looking directly into her emerald green ones. "Now jus' push."

She nodded her head quickly, leaning forward and bearing down, in one more large push, a growl of exhaustion escaping her lips.

"That's it Rogue," Hank exclaimed. A moment later a there was a tiny tapping sound and then a loud crying. "Congratulations," his voice betrayed the smile that they knew was on his lips, underneath the white mask. "You have a beautiful daughter."

"Remy is she okay?" Rogue asked tiredly, exhausted as she smiled up at him, leaning back into the pillow.

"Oh Rogue she's perfect," Jean answered for him, tears of joy in her eyes.

"Would you like to cut the cord daddy?" Henry asked, handing Remy a pair of sterile scissors.

"Oui," the new father beamed, taking the scissors and cutting the cord. Jean immediately swept in and took the small girl, wiping her off and wrapping her in a beautiful blanket that Ororo had made for the occasion, while Henry and Rogue took care of the afterbirth. "She's de most belle thing dis Cajun seen since mon fils," Remy said, tears of joy in his own eyes as he leaned over and kissed Rogue gently. "Merci fer givin' 'im t' moi."

"Ah should beh the one thankin' ya sugah," she replied, smiling softly.

"Look who wants to see mommy," Jean said, the mask hanging from around her neck now as she came over cuddling the little bundle. She leaned over and handed the child to Rogue, smiling as she moved down the blanket to reveal the small child.

"Oh Rem's look how beautiful she is," Rogue cooed, smiling up at her husband as she rocked the baby gently.

"What are you going to name here?" Jean asked, sharing a smile with Hank.

"We told Matthew he could," Rogue answered, watching as Remy gently took his daughter, looking on her in awe.

"Well, we should get you cleaned up and settled then so he can come see you," Henry smiled.

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An hour later Matty entered the room, clutching the teddy bear tightly as he moved over towards the bed, where his mother sat up, cradling his the baby, a smile on her face and his father sitting on the bed next to her.

"Come 'ere petite," Remy said, holding his arms out to Matty who hurried forward and let his dad lift him onto the bed, giving him a good look at his new baby sister.

"She's beautiful," he breathed, reaching a hand out to stroke her cheek gently.

"Oui. Y' were dat beautiful when y' were born y'know?" Remy grinned proudly.

"Really?" Matty asked in disbelief.

"Really," Rogue smiled at him. "You wanna hold her sugah?"

"Yeah," he leaned back against the headboard and Remy took the baby from Rogue, placing it gently into his son's arms.

Matty held her for a few moments, admiring the sleeping infant, whose hand had wrapped tightly around one of his fingers. After a few minutes Remy spoke, looking between his wife and children, the smile on his face growing with each glance. "So petite, what be her name?"

He contemplated this for a moment, biting his lower lip before saying, "Serena."

"Why sugah?" Rogue asked, somewhat intrigued by his choice.

"Because, she's so beautiful right now while she's sleeping, and I like the way it sounds," he stated confidently, causing both his parents to grin.

" Serena it be den," Remy smiled, impressed as usual by his son. "Matthew, meet Serena. Serena dis be your frère Matthew." As Matty fussed over the baby, cooing down at her, Remy and Rogue's eyes met over his head. Finally after all the years of pain and misery caused at the hands of others. Of loosing a child and being forced apart, their lives were falling back into place. Back to the way it should have always been. And neither one could have been happier.

Authors Note: I know it's shorter than usual, and it's moving faster than the story has been, but it's all wrapping up now and that's why. Hope you all enjoyed it, and only one more left.