Author's note: Okay, sorry this one is so short. but review anyway, just don't complain about the length, please?
Disclaimer: I still don't own the X-Men, they belong to Marvel, whom someday I hope to work for...
"Logan, what do you think of these flowers?" Ororo Munroe asked showing Logan a bunch of small white flowers with light lavender stripes.
"They're white," he stated wrinkling his nose a little. A little perfume was okay, but this place smelled worse than the explosion at the perfume factory, which
there had been last week. Rumors were that the X-Men had caused it, and for once Logan didn't deny it. That would explain why most the new recruits had come
home smelling like flowers, even the boys.
"I know, aren't they lovely?"
"Didn't we agree on something a little less fancy?"
"We're not just getting married without a ceremony. And you've already said no to being married in Africa, which is my native land."
"Why can't you have Jean, or Kitty, or even Rogue help you pick out flowers?" Logan muttered glaring at several of the bouquets of flowers surrounding the
couple. For the hundreth time he wondered why Ororo had to drag him shopping. If he had his way
"Because Jean is with Scott, I couldn't find Kitty and Rogue's current idea of flowers for a wedding include black roses," Ororo replied sniffling a bouquet a
blue flowers and then handing them to her future husband with a smile.
"But why me?"
"Because I love you, now, do you like the scent of these ones? They're the American variety, but the ones in Africa smell similar." Logan shook his head
sniffing the flowers, hoping that Ororo could make up her mind and he could hit the bars before all the drunks came out of the wood work. He didn't need another
lecture from Chuck about being a positive role model for the students.