(Hey guys, this one is short and sweet! I'm planning for this to be the second to last chapter...for now! I have no doubt that there will be a part two to this fanfiction sometime in the-probably-near future so keep an eye out!)

Jean flew into Logan's arms the second he appeared through the trees, biting her lip and finding it hard to hold back the tears. So much death and suffering….was it finally over? Could it be over? It was so horrible. And Albert…why? It wasn't fair. That now the three of them could live a happy life all because Albert had been the one to chase the truck, to take the brunt of it all. After only a couple days of knowing him…

She inhaled a shaky breath, cursing herself silently for being so emotional recently. She wasn't normally like this. Logan didn't seem to mind. He stood quietly, holding her close. Jean could feel his warm breath against her hair, it soothed her. "I was there, inside his head." She whispered faintly, her eyes filling with tears as Albert's memories flashed through her head once more. The truck, the men shooting him, blood spraying, a fierce rage at the men who had tried to hurt his friends.

"They were adamantium darts set out to poison him." Logan murmured quietly against her ear. "There wasn't anything to be done."

Jean tightly closed her eyes at the thought, pressing her nose into his shoulder and wrapping her arms around his neck more tightly. She could have lost Logan in the same way. It had happened before. Her body trembled. What if Weapon X came back with more? They'd never stop hunting them…they'd always be on the run…"I can't lose you too." She choked out the words, her voice filled with emotion. "Never." She pulled away some to look at him properly, remembering how he used to leave the mansion regularly, going off god-knows where without a word of when he was coming back. He was a loner from the beginning…wouldn't he always be? Or would he take Laura and run too? Her eyes flashed to the young girl nervously, she was standing away, staring into the forest, grieving. They were so much alike, father and daughter…what if Jean no longer had a place with them? Logan had never said—

"Jeanie." Logan lightly touched her cheek, snapping her attention back to him. "I'm not goin' anywhere."

"How can you say that?" She couldn't help but burst the words, a spark of anger flashing in the surface of her eyes. But underneath, the underlying fear and terror that to really be with him forever was too good to be true. Those sorts of things didn't happen to people like them. "You always leave! You like to be alone!"

"I did." Logan agreed, his voice still very low and soft. "Until I met you."

Jean searched his gaze as she understood, and she didn't have any words for him. That his leaving the mansion was because he thought it best. He truly loved her and to see her with Scott everyday dug into his chest like a knife... "Logan…"

"I'm not leaving, Jeanie. Not you, or Laura, or the kid."

She blinked, confusion clouding her eyes. "What...?"

"You don't think I sent you away for no good reason, did you?" Logan's eyes sparkled knowingly. What was he playing at?

"You said it was to keep us safe!" Jean insisted defensively.

"All three of you." Logan added, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as Jean just stared at him in shock, not sure if she could comprehend what he was saying. If he was bluffing.

"Are we…are you…" she ran her fingers through her red hair, feeling numb. She blinked several more times, feeling hot tears fill her eyes at the precious thought. "A baby?" she asked in a faint whisper, her voice barely audible.

Logan nodded, kissing her forehead gently and wrapping his arms around her waist again. "Our baby."

"And you smelled it?" Jean's voice sounded incredulous. "But we only…once?"

A low chuckle sounded in Logan's chest and he smiled. "It only takes once, Jeanie."