"Hey," Logan snuck up behind Jean.
"Hi," she smiled, turning to give him a kiss.
"Mama...no," he grumbled, trying to push his parents apart by wedging in between their knees. When it occurred to James that Logan was a permanent resident of Jean's room, he became a little possessive of his mother.
"Oh, not again," Jean sighed.
"Listen, you..." Logan picked James up.
"What," James muttered under his breath.
"You love Mama, and so do I. So, we're just gonna have to share, okay?"
"Okay," James sighed.
"Good boy," Logan placed a kiss on James' cheek, whose mood improved as he squirmed and laughed from Logan's facial hair.
"Remind you of anyone," Jean asked as he swatted James on the rear gently, sending him off to play.
"He knows a good woman when he sees one," Logan smirked, though she saw a flicker of disappointment in his eyes.
"What's wrong?"
"It's been three months," Logan frowned.
"It's gonna take some time, he's only two," she reminded him.
"We repeat it to him all the time," he sighed, sitting on the couch.
"You have to remember, he runs to you, he smiles at you."
"He does that with Bobby," Logan grunted.
"He'll make the connection," she reassured him.
James ran up, smiling at Logan, his earlier aggravation over their kissing long forgotten.
"C'mere you," Logan picked James up under the armpits, and his son giggled because he knew what was happening.
Logan growled, and nibbled playfully at James' neck. James squirmed, and Logan started tickling him.
"Mama," James squealed.
"I can't help you, honey," Jean laughed.
Logan lifted his son's shirt, and blew a noisy raspberry on his stomach, making him scream with glee. Jean smiled at seeing Logan so open with James, always interested in what James had to show him, wanting to teach him something new.
"Think I should get Mama," Logan asked.
"Yes!"
"Oh no, don't bring me into this," Jean pushed away from the back of the couch.
"C'mere, you'll only make it worse," he growled.
"That does not work on me," she laughed, trying to resist the urge to run.
"I only had to look at you to make you run back then," he smirked.
"You're lookin' at me now, does it look like I'm running," she asked with a smile.
Logan had her over his shoulder before she could react to him lunging for her, carrying her over to the couch.
"Let me down," she laughed.
"No problem," he tossed her onto the cushions, crawling on top of her as he growled.

"Big Wolvie," James giggled as Logan sniffed along Jean's neck, licking her jaw lightly.

"Go get help, oh I'm so scared," Jean pretended with James, who ran off as fast as his little legs could carry him.

"He shares well enough with Paro…maybe we should give him a full-time playmate to learn to share with," Logan commented casually.

"Logan," she admonished, smiling up at him.

"What?"

"Another baby," she asked in disbelief.

"Couldn't hurt," he shrugged.

"You weren't there for the birth," she smiled wryly.

"Jean, he's my boy…" Logan began hesitantly.

"I know you're hurt that he doesn't call you Daddy. Another baby would take that much longer to learn to say it, it won't be long."

"So no more babies," he asked.

"Let James get a little older, then we'll see."

Logan kissed Jean, moving so he could lie next to her.

"He loves you."

"I know he does," Logan sighed.

"Don't the two of you do anything around here," Bobby frowned, carrying James who had run into the Iceman first.

"Big Wolvie's got Mama!"

Logan growled, wrapping his arm and leg around her.

"I am a hostage, my day is completely full," Jean deadpanned.