Chapter 5: Family Guy
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BOBBY'S POV
I watch them breathe. In, out, in, out.
Synchronised, perfectly atuned.
Jean had a nightmare last night, something about crocodiles chasing her through a maze and not being able to find mommy. So she came to sleep in our bed.
I love them so much sometimes it hurts. My two girls. So perfect: both dark and pale, one with my eyes – clear, crystal blue.
Rogue's arms are wrapped around Jeanie, and there they lie, curled up and sleeping peacefully.
I stroke Rogue's bare arm, it feels like silk. I wonder at the miracles that sometimes occur in our lives. 6 years ago I would have been gasping for air as I did this, my veins swelling, heart pounding. And now our touch is unlimited. We have another miracle – this one likes Oreos, and purple crayons, and tickles. She hates spiders and bedtime and yogurt. She's a flirt, a butterfly, an angel. She's mine.
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"Uncle Logan! Gimme a piggyback!"
"I'm not a donkey, kid," replies Logan. But he hoists her up on his back none the less, as Rogue looks on and laughs.
We're at the zoo, taking the 6th graders on a field trip. Jeanie's come along: she's the youngest student in the school and hasn't started classes yet – there are no mutants below the age of 11 at the Institute. Of course, Jeanie isn't a mutant, not yet anyway. Dr Ross says the chances are 50/50 since both parents carry the mutant gene, even if Rogue's is suppressed.
Its funny to watch Jeanie with kids twice her age and height. But it doesn't bother her. She has this incredibly sparkly personality, all smiles and skipping. She's a charmer, swishing her hair back and batting her eyelashes. She's got every man in the mansion wound round her little finger, says Rogue. And it's true. Even Logan, the tough-talking cage-fighter who smokes and drinks doesn't stand a chance against her charms. I think he adores her just as much as I do.
Rogue is teaching Jeanie piano. There's one in the Professor's apartment that we moved into. When we got back from the hospital after Jeanie's birth, Rogue had a surprise. With the help of a few Art students, we'd redecorated and refurnished the apartment secretly during her pregnancy. But we'd left the piano. I knew Rogue played, or used to, from the way she looked when she heard a piece of music. Sometimes she would lift up her gloved hands and for a brief moment, play the tune in the air. I once caught her listening to piece of Bach, her fingers pounding the air, tears streaming down her cheeks. I confronted her about it, and she said that it was a piece of her past that no belonged in her life. But her fingers were bare again now, and I hoped she would play again too. At first she avoided the piano, acted as if it wasn't there. But one morning a few months later, I awoke to the sound of the keys tinkling. It was a simple, haunting melody and as I walked into the living room, Rogue smiled. Ever since then, music has filled our home and the rest of the mansion.
A/N: A lot of readers have asked me what Bobby thought of the whole situation, so I decide to give him a voice. PLEASE REVIEW, PLEASE!