"Do you want anything," Jean asked, stretching as she stood from the couch.
"No," Logan flicked through pages of intel.
Jean crouched down next to James where he played on the floor. "What about you, baby?"
"No," he answered just as his father had, entirely focused on his toys.
"I think Dad needs a break, don't you?"
"Yes."
She chuckled and kissed the top of his head, heading for the kitchen. James got up from the floor, padding over on bare feet to the couch, ball in hand.
"Dad?"
Jean's head jerked around, finally hearing what they had both been waiting for and Logan looked so-
"Logan," she groaned.
"What," he called over his shoulder, attention still on the papers.
"I love you, but sometimes you are so dense," Jean smiled.
"What are ya talkin' about," he muttered, ruffling James' hair.
James looked to his mother with wide, uncertain eyes; she nodded to encourage him to try again.
"Dad?"
Logan looked hard at James, and picked him up with a gruff laugh, papers falling to the ground.
"Want somethin', baby boy?"
"Play ball with me?"
"Sure," Logan stood, giving James a quick kiss to the side of his head. "You coming with us," Logan asked Jean.
"In a minute," she smiled.
She stood in the doorway, glass of tea in hand, watching Logan rough-housing and cuddling their boy; two wolverines rolling around the grass without a care in the world. Seeing them together brought her a sense of peace, even in this uncertain time for their kind. Glancing over her shoulder, Bobby, Kitty, and Jubliee came through the front door, ever complaining about university.
"Jean, would you tell Scott that I am perfectly capable-"Emma complained prettily.
"Scott, she's perfectly capable," Jean smiled.
"Thank you, at least someone appreciates me!"
"Em, I didn't mean it like that," Scott tried to explain.
"Oh, you certainly did! I-Jean, are you really," Emma paused her rant to give Jean a questioning look.
"Don't say anything," Jean winked.
"Oh, not another one!"
"What? Another what," Scott asked, clueless.
"I swear, you better stop after this one, or I will turn myself into the government with a bow on," Emma warned.
"I'll do my best," Jean chuckled.
"As for you, Scott-" Emma crossed her arms over her chest, staring down the visored Mutant.
Jean shook her head at Scott's silent plea, turning back to Logan and James.
Even if they never returned to the States again, Jean knew as long as they had each other, they would be home.