WHAT CAME OF OLD BEGINNINGS:

CHAPTER 1

TWO YEARS LATER . . .

Logan was lying in bed with a slight smile on his face. Sleep was easier now, his nightmares that once plagued him near constantly now came once in a blue moon. The reason his nightmares had subsided was a mystery to Logan. He could only guess at the cause.

As he turned over to his right he saw a sleeping angel that he guessed to be the cure for his restlessness. The angel had dark skin with snow-white hair that majestically fell across her face in loose waves.

In a silent and smooth motion he moved to brush a wisp of hair from her face. For a few moments he simply stared at her beautiful features in awe and amazement that he had married someone with such beauty. Logan had known man beautiful women in his long life, yet now, for some reason they all paled in comparison. He gently leaned in to kiss her forehead.

Surprisingly, a timid hand came up to meet his face. The angel opened her eyes to reveal bright sky-blue orbs looking back at Logan, and a smile to match his own.

"Sorry Darlin'" He said apologetically, "I didn't mean ta wake ya"

"Logan, wha are you looking at?"

"Oh, only the most beautiful woman in the world."

"You mean the world's most beautiful blimp?" She said, commenting on the rather large size of her stomach at the moment. Ororo was heavy with child, but still in amazing shape.

"Of course I don't mean that. Although… when I think about it, you are starting to resemble the blob."

Ororo held his gaze, with one hand picked up a pillow, and hit him square in the head with it.

Logan smiled a said, "Okay, I guess I deserve that one."

Ororo just smiled and nodded as she headed off to the bathroom.

Logan slid out of bed and sat at the edge for a moment, millions of thoughts blazing through his mind, most of them concentrating on his quickly approaching fatherhood.

He had not known his father or even if he had one at all. He didn't feel he deserved to be the caretaker of a child. He didn't even feel he deserved to be married to a woman such as Ororo. She was too good for him and Logan considered himself to be very lucky to have had even a chance with her.

At other moments in his life, Logan would have run away to Canada or some hidden forest to escape this fear of becoming a father. Not this time though. He loved Ororo too much to walk away. If he screwed up, then he screwed up. He was used to that. But he had to try to give a one hundred percent effort for Ororo.

Snapping himself out of his thoughts, Logan stood and reached for a white t-shirt and slid it on. He then reached for his favorite pair of blue jeans and pulled them over his boxers. He began to zip and button them when he heard a gasp from the bathroom and froze.

"'Ro? You okay?" Logan asked, struggling to button his pants and failing.

"Logan… DARLING, my water just broke!" came Ororo's voice from the bathroom.

Logan dropped his pants and they fell to the floor for a moment in surprise, but he quickly picked them up and rushed to the bathroom door. ""Ro, ya sure?"

"OF COURSE I'M SURE!" She roared back at him.

"I told ya, ya've got ta watch those mood swings."

"This is NOT a mood swing! My water just BROKE!"

"Okay, darlin' sure."

This is it, I'm gonna be a father, oh God, here we go! Logan thought opening the bathroom door.

Suddenly he heard a crash down the hall. He looked to see a broken vase in the hall. Then he heard Jean screaming, "SCOTT! IT'S TIME!"

"Another mood swing, honey?"

"I'm not having a mood swing, now GET IN HERE!"

"Okay, honey!"

"Logan, do you mind?" Storm asked, rising shakily to her feet.

In a swift motion Logan picked up his wife and immediately felt the strain on his back. But it was gone seconds after it arrived. He rushed down the hall to Hank's lab to find Scott already speaking through the communicator outside the door with Jean in his arms, "Hank I've got a baby on the way here."

The communicator buzzed and Hank's voice came through, "Alright Scott, bring her in right away."

Logan approached and said, "Better make that two, blue"

"Logan, oh dear! Ororo's a month early, most unexpected. Come in quickly."

"You too, huh?" Scott asked waiting for the door to open.

"You have no idea."

The door slid open and the two men set their wives down on the medical beds. Storm grimaced squeezing Logan's hand so tightly that he grimaced with her. A few seconds later Jean did the same and Scott looked as though he wanted to cry out.

"Do you guys have some psychic rapport we don't know about?" Scott asked with a slight smile on his face.

"Of course not honey, but if you hadn't been so happy after that battle about nine months ago, I wouldn't be in this SITUATION." Scott blushed bright red and said, "I think I'll stop talking now." Jean nodded and grimaced as another contraction came.

Then, after what seemed like hours but was really only a few minutes, Hank returned with two trays of medical tools. He set them down and turned to the expectant fathers.

Professor Xavier was in Hank's medical lab in order to help with the births. He was there to administer an anesthetic to the women, one of the psychic variety. He would send calming thoughts out to Jean and Ororo almost sending them into a sleep, but for now he needed to talk to them through the contractions.

"My, my." The professor said, "Did you two plan this?"

"Not really, Charles." Answered Jean, gritting her teeth and trying to talk through another contraction. "We wanted to have children at the same time, but we're just lucky this happened. Now we don't have to remember as many birthdays."

"Well, if you don't mind my asking, what are you going to name the baby?"

"We know it's a boy and we both decided on naming him Christopher, after Scott's dad." Jean answered.

"How wonderful! Does Corsair know?"

"We had a hard time contacting him, but we told him. He was so excited we couldn't stop him from rushing here. He should actually be here within a few hours. I just got off the comm with him a few minutes before my water broke."

"And what about you, Ororo? Have you and Logan chosen a name yet?" The professor said, and he turned his attention to Ororo who was gritting her teeth at another contraction. He immediately sent out comforting thoughts toward her. Her face visibly relaxed and she settled back on the bed.

"Tell him 'Ro." Logan said.

"We wanted to be surprised and do not know if it is a boy or a girl. If it is a girl, I have chosen Kimara, an African name I am fond of. And if it is a boy…" Ororo paused almost unsure of how to continue.

"And if it is a boy?" Charles pressed from pure curiosity.

"Well, Logan and I have both agreed to name him after my father…" Ororo paused again and looked at the professor. She decided to tell him mentally. She called out the name with her mind. Charles received the name with a shocked look on his face.

He was speechless. No words came to his mouth and so he sent out a response with his mind. As Ororo received the thought both her and Charles smiled.

"Did I miss something?" Jean asked with a puzzled look on her face.

Ororo opened her mouth to reply, but Hank spoke up and cut her off. "Ladies, if you would be so kind as to step into the dressing rooms, we can proceed. You can put these on." With that Hank handed the two women hospital gowns and helped each one to the changing room. "It is time to make me an uncle." Hank beamed with pride and readied his tools. The X-Men are a family, a family about to become larger.

Suddenly, Ororo cried out in pain. When the others turned their attention to Ororo they found her sheets soaked with blood. Everyone was alarmed and Logan rushed to his wife's side and shouted, "Hank, what's wrong?"

"I don't know. This isn't right." Hank said through Ororo screams. "Logan you'll have to leave, you too Scott. I need room."

"I ain't leavin'" Logan said.

"If you want me to help her then get out of the room! I need room to work and you'll only get in the way." Hank persisted.

"Logan it's alright." Ororo managed through her pain."

"Alright." Logan relented, "Hang on babe, I'll be right outside."