Chapter Fourteen: A Secret Wish…

The day had finally arrived where Remy had the blessings he needed to take Olivier off the mansion grounds. It had taken months of trying to prove himself worthy to be in Olivier's life. The role Rogue was offering was small, but Remy was in no rush, taking babies steps was fine with him. It seemed to have worked for him thus far. He was going nowhere super special with Olivier he didn't want Rogue to have a stroke. Remy swapped his original plans and decided to take Olivier to the movies and out for a snack afterwards.

It had been three hours since Remy and Oliver left the mansion for their bonding and time and Rogue was still waiting on the bottom of the staircase for their return. Yes she had gave Remy permission to take Olivier out off the property but it wasn't any easier for her. She had never given anyone else permission to do such at thing. Minus JJ's family but they lived two properties over and also they were the dearest friends of Charles Xavier ands Rogue still called every twenty minutes for updates. Rogue always made sure she was close or Olivier would stay on the grounds fully protected for the just in case moments life enjoyed throwing at her.

Rogue knew the reality of her life she had plenty of enemies. So not having Olivier in her sights or in yelling distance frightened her. Each time the door would open and neither Remy or Olivier entered, she would shake a little bit more. Evil thoughts of Remy running away with Oliver attacked her mind. After another group entered, she finally called Remy's phone, then another soon the toll was in the million, with no answer it only made her heart pump harder. Maybe it wouldn't have been that bad if she didn't try to kill her mother. Raven was a spiteful woman knowing that she was out there and Olivier wasn't closer scared her.

About to get up and launch a formal search Logan jumped in and sat next to her on the stairs.

"Rogue." She jumped out of her skin.

"Logan you scared me half to death."

"You weren't thinking about leaving?"

"….Maybe?"

Logan chuckled at her frantic expression.

"Thought you trusted him?"

Rogue didn't reply she only looked uneasy.

"Wasn't he in your bed a few days ago?"

"That doesn't mean anything, I mean it does, it just doesn't make anything easier…"

Rogue and Remy had crossed that emotional and physical line. Since then they had moments together but no matter how warm and willing Remy was to take it slow and cradle her. Rogue wasn't completely there, she was scared in ways. It all came back to Olivier, Rogue couldn't imagine sharing him or waking up and him not be there. That was part the frightened, her the age old question- where to now?

Logan sighed and looked at Rogue, a killer runaway with a shady past like his own. He will be the first to admit that he wasn't fond of Rogue when she came knocking on the mansion door with Pietro but when he caught her chugging back a forty and shoving a bunch of pills down her throat wanting the memories to vanish. He couldn't help but see some form of himself there and took her under his protection.

"Remy wouldn't try anything stupid, not while I still have this noise."

Rogue knew that Logan would not fail her in her times of need. He was never good with the motivational speeches or advice but he was blunt and never lied to her.

"Can I ask you something Logan?"

"Oh isn't one of those heart to hearts I hear about it is?"

Rogue rolled her eyes. "Just a question."

"Shoot."

"Would you have stayed with a woman even if her child wasn't yours?"

"If I love her yes and even if didn't wouldn't take it out on the kid."

"Why? Wouldn't you be upset?"

"Yeah maybe but that's separates the men from the boys isn't it?"

Logan got that macho look he was famous for. He stood up and cracked his back, stretching. Logan's words struck a cord with Rogue it was an odd thing that Remy had told her something like that too. It was a strange concept to her, Rogue never thought about from that perspective before. She didn't have the shinning daddy figure she always wanted and convinced herself along time ago there was no such thing.

"Would you be happy?" Rogue asked standing up with him.

"Yeah."

"How?"

"One day at a time?" Logan answered nonchalantly.

"One day at time…" Rogue repeated slowly. It was odd sometimes Logan could be a theorist and not realize.

"Going to the kitchen, coming?"

"Why not." Rogue was a little more optimistic.


"Ok we're picking up …" Remy padded his trench looking for their order stub. "Hmmhm…" he was surprised when he couldn't find and shifted around looking for it.

"Found it!" Olivier said pointing to the opposite side of the counter. "I'll get it." He ran down for the stub.

Olivier and Remy had just finished watching a movie about a man and his balloons. It was a great film and it only got better when Olivier would laugh. His little laugh was the perfect mix of Rogue's when she is excited and his own childhood laugh. It was a Thursday and Remy was beyond thrilled the day couldn't be better if he tried. It was a simple day but refreshing for him because he was finally seen as a trustworthy figure.

Oliver tipped toed trying to get the ticket stub off the counter top. He's struggles weren't going unnoticed but Remy only wanted to laugh it was so cute. The cashier behind the counter watched in awe too Olivier defiantly inherited his father's charm to some extent.

"Here little guy." The teenage girl came handed him the ticket for there meal. "Oh, here give this to your dad too." She handed him a coupon.

"My dad?" Olivier took the ticket from her.

Olivier looked over to Remy leaning against the counter. He smiled at him and said.

"Come on homme my belly is rumbling."

"Yeah isn't that your dad?" she asked curiously the eyes were a dead give away.

"Hmmhm yeah he's my dad." He answered with a brilliant smile and took off back to Remy.


Everyone in the house was a little on edge of what Rogue would do next. Even thought she beaten a majority of addictions that polluted her life and faced all her sins, her lasted stunt became the school thorn. Some said she was wrong in her actions, others said she didn't take it far enough, while others supported that she found the inner strength to be the bigger person. She had been given the stamp of approval by the professor that she was not at risk to herself or anyone around but all that had been said and done before. He did give heavy advisement, not turn the latest news into a feeding frenzy of gossip.

Rogue felt proud that she pushed her growing edge and told her extended family of what she did to Mystique. Rogue was confident enough that her crimes wouldn't scare them and that they would in fact support her. Remy was her biggest shoulder to lean on they talked on a personal level every night. Catching up on the years that separated them, it was nice change for them both. From a distance it could be perceived as something more then civility between two parents.

Rogue was in the kitchen eating some of Storms brownies, they sat laughing about who's knows what. Being reassured by Storm, Rogue felt a little more at ease not having Olivier around.

"Oh my gosh look at the time!"

Rogue looked at the wall clock and was shocked to see another two hours had passed. This time Storm had to agree, it was getting late and Remy didn't even have the decency to call.

"Don't worry we'll just…"

The click and swish of the door and Remy's heavy boots turning into the kitchen cut Storm off.

"Remy where ha…."

"Sshshhhh…" Remy said lowly he was holding Olivier in his arms, he was fast asleep.

"Tat, ahhh…" Rogue walked over and stroked Olivier's hair, he was such a little prince when he was sleeping.

"Remy…" she said in a whisper while whipping Olivier's cheek. "There is this thing called a phone…"

"No phones on the theaters cher, thought you trusted me?"

Rogue's eyes wondered up to Remy's he looked hurt in small way to know that such thoughts crossed her mind.

"Mama…" Olivier fluttered his lashes he could always tell his mothers voice.

"Hey sweetie." She took him from Remy. "How was your day?"

"Bon…"

Olivier pulled out a bright plastique pink and green beaded necklace from his coat pocket. "I picked this for you." He said barely keeping his eyes open before collapsing back in her arms. It was clear he had a wonderful day. Rogue felt only a smidgen of guilt for her pervious weaker thoughts.

"I'm going to put him to bed." She told Remy with a little smirk on her face.

Rogue leaving gave Storm and Remy and chance a time to catch up. She tapped the bench by the table and smiled offering Remy a spot and ear to listen. Remy let go of a heavy sigh and walked over after all Storm was his biggest advocate and closet friend.

"Remy LeBeau your efforts don't go unnoticed."

"Oui but at times they do feel that way, what else can I do?"

"You're doing plenty."

Remy slinked down on the bench assuming the position, he rested his head on Storm's shoulder and she toyed with his hair.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah…"

"Does she trust me Storm or am I wishing for too much."

"Love changes everyone at their own pace."

"When did you become so knowledgeable?" Remy poked at her side.

"Here there, I am goddess you know…" She joked and they laughed a little before Remy told her of his day and hopeful future.


Rogue had gotten Olivier into pajamas, with his teeth brushed, it was one of super-mom strengths to balance a half sleeping son and still get him properly ready for bed. Yawning the whole time, Rogue carried Olivier to his bed pulling up the covers and tucking him tight. She kissed his forehead and brushed back his hair.

"Mama…" his voice was low drifting in and out of sleep.

"Hmhm." She answered him resting at his side.

"JJ's mom is getting married."

"I've herd."

The ideal of JJ's mom getting married worried Rogue she wasn't too sure how Olivier would take it, he was very completive and father figure was one thing JJ had long before Olivier did.

"Does that mean that he's gonna have two daddies?" each word got softer as he spoke.

"Ah well yes."

Rogue sat the edge of his bed she knew this conversation would be coming any minute. She gave the quickest possible answers she could without getting to detailed. She felt underprepared and wished that Remy would have been their to assist her.

"If you get married does that mean I get new a dad?"

"Ah it isn't that simple but ahm yes."

"Oh ok…" he's voice cracked but wasn't as tried when she answered him. "Night mom." He turned to his side and pulled the covers high.

"Night sweetie"

The conversation went a lot differently then she pictured it would in her mind. She was thankful thought that he accepted it and didn't end up crying. Still she wondered how he took it so well, Rogue summed it up that he was sleepy to ask the hard questions.

Olivier gave one big yawn as Rogue left the room. She gently pulled his room door and rested her head against it for a minute just thinking. A lot has changed in her life since her more reckless days. Seeing Olivier grow up in peaceful loving environment was her biggest accomplishment. Yet she wanted better for him. When she heard shuffling inside she thought Olivier was having another bad dream, she put her hand on the door knob cracking the door slightly, but the lost the will to move at her baby's tender voice.

"Dear god."

Of all the things Rogue thought would make Olivier get up she didn't see a prayer being one of them but she listened intently to sons wish.

"Please let Gambit marry mommy and he'll be my daddy for real and she will be happy."

In Olivier's world lately he had seen Rogue and Remy respect and care for each other. His mother was smiling more being nicer, letting him spend time with Remy. He truly had never seen his mother like that. And to him that was what a family looked and acted like.

Rogue let go of the door and backed away from the door until she hit the opposite wall. She put her hand over her mouth, her lungs pumped full of oxygen and her heart speed up at the theory and at the slim possibly of his prayer coming true. Rogue's body was in overdrive but her mind was blank to all other thoughts except Remy's letters to her. Four forty one, five eighty three six eleven, it all seemed in reach.

"Chere." Rogue jumped and she got shivers down her spine from Remy's voice.

"You ok there, you looked like you saw a ghost."

"Oh sorry my mind was running in a million different directions."

"Any of me…"

Rogue's mouth dropped opened and she started gapping at the air.

"Forget that let me start again…" Remy walked up to her cornering her against the wall. "I know I haven't been in your new life for that long and I'm slowly trying to become someone in Olivier's life…but it feels like I should have done this years ago."

Remy reached into his coat pocket wiggling around. Rogue eyes grew bigger in anticipation the moment moved in slow motion for her. Each sound echoed like a pin dropping in a hallow room. Remy looked back from his pocket and smiled at Rogue with loving eyes.

"I wanted to know if you would…."

Rogue nodded her head getting misty eyes and her hands began to shake as she raised her left hand over her chest waiting for him to finish, her breaths shallow and her lips burning.

"….let me to take you and Olivier to New Orleans for thanksgiving?"

Remy pulled out the plan directory for his private jet.

"Oh…." Rogue's face got red and flushed. "Ahmm Ok." She answered taking the schedule from Remy.

"Ok…"

Remy lingered for a minute something had her attention, he was expecting more of a reaction or any form of movement. The guild and Rogue didn't have the best history, he was waiting for eye twitch or a wrinkled brow. When Rogue's expression didn't change, there wasn't much else Remy could do, he had gotten a positive answer he wished for and didn't want to push her. He turned to walk down the hall just as Rogue reached for his hand.

"Remy..." her eyes were watery and bright with hope "Would you? Hhmm would you… do…." She took a deep breath as Remy squeezed back on her hand offering his comfort. The small notation made a huge impact on Rogue's confidence.

"I don't know what I'm doing or much of this is true but this feeling… of"

"Happiness?"

"I don't want it to stop not tonight…will…Would you like to lay with me?" she asked. "I don't want you anywhere else."

Remy put a finger to her lips "I don't want to ever say that again… no other woman will ever enter my bed."

"I want you to be with me Remy like it's our last night…"