Well hello there! This is the forth part of my fanfiction series. This one will mention my other three, The Origin of Grey, The Dark Phoenix Rises, and The Thing about Brothers, and Rachel's chapters especially will mention things that happened in the latter. Now without further ado, The next Chapter of out Lives.

Jean's POV

If someone told me during the worst time in my life, that in five months I would be thriving as a mother, I would have told them that they were insane. When I was inhabited by the Phoenix and shortly thereafter, I thought that the only way the pain could ever end was by death. There were days where I didn't even know if I could make it to the next day.

Even with a friend who can control the weather, It still amazes me how quickly the weather can change.

My daughter is the light in my life that I had no idea I needed. I never meant for Rachel to be a fix-it baby. Well, I never meant to have a child at all. It feels cruel to bring a mutant child into a world that hates and fears us. But fate, and the unfortunate destruction of her original timeline, had a different plan in mind.

Although she is not a fix-it baby, the obligation to be a better person for her helped me to, well, become a better person. With the help of an anti-depressant, of course.

Now my daily life consists of teaching, spending time with my family, keeping the students from destroying the mansion one way or another. Honestly, it is amazing how many everyday activities are disrupted by a bunch of hyperactive, mutant children.

My life is pretty much back to normal, Pre-Phoenix. The only difference is that we have Rachel now.

Currently, I'm grading worksheets for my biology class. It's nearly dark outside as it's after dinner. A seemingly never-ending snowfall turning the mansion's grounds into something on the front of a holiday card. Except cards always look beautiful because they aren't bitter cold like real snow is. Everyone wants to live in a winter wonderland until you are living in one.

I sense Ororo outside in the hall before she knocks on the door.

"It's open," I call. She comes in, looking frantic. Something was seriously wrong, because she is usually very calm and collected, even in the worst of times. "Ororo? What's wrong?"

Wordlessly, she produces a white stick from her sweater pocket. She hands it to me. As most sexually-active women would, I recognize it as a pregnancy test. And I know exactly what the two pink lines mean.

"This is yours?" I ask in surprise. She nods.

"I was late and just took it for peace of mind. I wasn't expecting it to be positive."

I sigh. "Well, did you practice safe sex?"

Her eyes narrow at me. "Of course we did! I made sure that he was wearing a condom and he pulled out."

"Well, there is a very slim chance that the test was wrong. Did you only take one?" I ask, putting a hand on her shoulder.

She sighs. "Yes. I only bought one because I assumed it would be negative."

"I can run a test in the lab if you would like," I suggest. "Just to make sure there wasn't an error with this one."

"Thank you, my friend. And another thing. Can I keep this in here for now? Just until I know for sure?" She holds up the pregnancy test, looking nervous.

"Of course. Just put it in that drawer over there." I nod to the top of my dresser. It's full of my bras and panties so it is not like Scott or anyone else would go digging in it.

We venture down to the labs as discreetly as we can. After waiting for Ororo to give me another urine sample, I analyze it, wincing at the results. A 1,500 HCG level definitely means my best friend is pregnant and is anywhere between five and six weeks along.

"Does that face mean the test was right or wrong?" She asks, looking at my reflection of the screen. I turn around on the spinny stool to face her. The results print up and I hand her the sheet.

"It was right. You're pregnant, Ro. How are you feeling about this?"

She stares at the paper for a while, reading it to herself over and over and over again. I do not doubt that she will be a great mother if she chooses to keep the child, but she probably has the same reasoning and drawbacks that Scott and I do about reproducing.

"I..." Ororo looks up at me, biting her lip. "I don't know. Is it selfish that I want this child? I know I shouldn't but..."

I shake my head. "It isn't selfish at all. Even if something were to happen, I know you would protect them with every ounce of your being. Any decent parent would, I think, we just have more of a challenge than normal parents."

A shadow of a smile crosses her lips. "Of course I will. And I'm sure Logan will do the same thing once I tell him."

"Yeah..." Then I feel my eyes blow wide when I register what she said. Did that mean...? "Wait, what!?"

She nods sheepishly. "Logan is the father."

"When did that happen? Are you two a couple?" I ask. "And how did you keep that from me?"

Sure, I noticed the glances that Logan was giving her a few months ago, but I just decided that he is a horndog. He is nice enough and good-looking, but in the year he has been apart of the team, he nearly destroyed my relationship with Scott.

"Because you're nice enough to stay out of my mind," Ororo chuckles. "We have been keeping it quiet since we didn't want the attention, but now I have the feeling there are going to be a lot of questions from the team... You aren't upset that he moved on from you, are you?"

I give her a 'Really?' look. "The opposite. I'm glad he's moved on from me. You two are a surprising pair, but if you like him, then I'm happy for you."

"Thank you, my friend."

I give her the information of an OBGYN friend of mine from med school, then send her on her way. I'm selfishly glad that the excitement in the mansion would not revolve around Scott and me for once.

To be continued...

Author's notes: Hope y'all enjoyed the first chapter of this new story! I always sort of planned on having Logan and Ororo be a couple in this AU, but didn't decide until recently that it would go like this. Stay tuned for the next chapter!