Disclaimer: See Chapter One

Thanks: To everyone who kept reviewing, I tried to do NaNoWriMo (www"dot"nanowrimo"dot"com) during Nov, and it scared my muse into hiding.

It had been a summer of change.

Almost twenty students had changed to graduates. Seven of the graduates had changed to new X-Men trainees. Three of the old trainees had changed to X-Men. The first time Shadow Cat, IceMan, and Jubilee had lead a mission on their own was proof of the changes that were taking place at the school.

By right, there should have been four new team members, but Rogue had made changes of her own.

"I love you Jean, but I'm as big as a prize blue fin tuna." Marie found a spot to sit that wasn't taken over with dresses, fabric samples, and other wedding choices. "By the time of the ceremony, I'll look like a whale. I'm sure you don't want a bridesmaid that has to waddle down the aisle."

"Everyone there will have seen you waddling before then." Jean held up a square of royal blue cloth, "Beside, Scott has four groomsmen, so I need four bridesmaids. What do you think of this one?"

"It won't go with Jubilee skin tone."

Jean put the blue cloth down and picked up one that was wine colored.

"It would be lost on Ororo."

Jean looked through the pile once more, "This?"

"I like it, but then most of my wardrobe is green."

"Then that's it. You'll have green, Kitty blue, Jubilee the wine, and Ororo, um, silver."

Marie thought for a minute. "With green, blue, and red embroidery?"

"Perfect! It must be the 'nesting instinct' coming out." Jean ducked the ball of fabric that came her way. "In my defense, it's better then the other, ah hm, urges you've had."

Marie laughed, "Your right, I've never been so horny. That's why you need to be married when you get pregnant, so you have someone with an obligation to have sex with you."

Jean started to thumb through a book of flower arrangements. "Logan's taken on the job of being your personal assistant in everything else." A teasing smile crept onto her face. "You might ask him to itch that scratch for you."

After a full minute with out an answer Jean looked up. Marie's eyes had taken on a faraway look and there was sadness in her mouth.

"You still haven't told him?"

Tears started to slip down her cheeks. "How can I Jean? He's been so wonderful, and I, I…"

"You love him." Jean finished for her. "Logan's strong Marie, he should know."

"But what if it changes everything?"

Everything was the same. Same lobby, same booths, same soup, same stools, same old guys on the stools. All the same as the last time. "The only thing that changed is me."

After giving his order to the waitress, Logan thought back to that afternoon and what he overheard Marie saying. "She loves me."

"Well good."

Logan looked at the girl who just sat down across from him. "I'm Jenn." She held out her hand. "Naomi told me about you."

"Did she now." Logan shook the offered hand.

"Damn straight, I did." Naomi set down Logan's fish fry. "Jenn here likes a good bike just about as much as I do. And for some reason she's just as interested in your story as I am."

"There's a new development," Jenn took a sip of coffee. "She loves him."

"Shut up!" Naomi sat down with a thump. "Really? Jean loves you?"

"What the hell just happened?" "Well, no."

"But you said, 'She loves me'." Jenn slammed her cup down.

"It's not Jean." "God, it's like I'm their own living soap opera." "Let me catch you up."

An hour and a half later the table was filled with napkins and coffee cups. Empty pie plates stood testament to the mental anguish the two girls had undergone on behalf of Marie and Logan.

"So, she loves you." Jenn reaffirmed.

"Yup, God knows why. But she does."

Naomi dragged the edge of her fork through a ring of coffee on the table. "Then there's only one thing to do."

"Maybe she's a mutant and this is her power. The ability to fix any relationship problem." "And what's that Great and Powerful Yoda?"

"Ignore the parentage of the kid." The ring had turned into a star.

"Nope, not a mutant." "And that'll fix everything will it?"

"Gosh, why are guys so dense?"

"Jenn, he's to close to it all."

"That doesn't mean he can't put two and two together to make four. Or do they count different in Canada?"

"That was low Jenn. Or should I remind you of a certain Robbie Tompson situation?"

"You two wanna talk like I'm still here."

"What Jenn is trying to say is you should think of the baby as you own. You'll have to move slowly with Marie, but you need to let her know that you feel the same way about her. That you love her."

Logan reached up to itch his cheek while he thought, but before any thought could form Jenn interrupted. "Oh shit, is that the right time?"

Logan looked at his watch, "Yeah."

"Crap, I've got to go." Jenn stood up and put some money on the table. "For the bill. Let me know what happens."

"I'll see ya tomorrow!" Naomi shook her head. "Sorry, she's always like that."

"It's okay."

"So, what are you going to do about Marie? Besides making sure you're the groomsman that escorts her for Jean's wedding?"

"Well…" "Yeah, you've got to face it now bub." "I can't just forget about where the baby came from."

"Logan," Naomi reached out and took his hand. "It takes a strong man to love someone else's child like it was theirs. I think that you're a fairly strong guy. You've been wonderful so far, making sure she isn't overdoing it, that she's eating regularly, and did I hear you say that you rubbed her feet?" Logan's heart jerked as she gave the smile that had first caught his eye five months ago, the one that was just like Marie's. "It's sounds like you have a good start."

"But it's not… The bastard that had Marie was the same, I mean, Oh damn it!" Logan pulled out of her grasp and let his claws out under the table. The pain served as something to focus on. Something to pull his mind off the picture of Marie and Jean sitting in the rec room talking about…

"Logan?"

"It's mine. The baby that Marie is having is mine."