Author's Note: Okay. This is my first Evo fanfic. It's set three years after Ascension. Since Gambit's age was never really mentioned and all the profiles I could find of him put him somewhere in his early 20s, I'm going to guess that he was about 22 or so and go from there.

Ages of original characters:

Gambit-25

St. John-23

Scott, Jean, Lance, Fred, Pietro, Wanda, Piotr, Rogue-22

Todd-21

Kitty, Kurt-20

Tabitha, Bobby, Ray, Sam, Amara-19

Roberto-18

Jubilee, X-23 (Laura), Rahne-17

Jamie-16

All of my OC's will have their age mentioned when they are introduced in the story. Oh, and they do belong to me. Yay, I own something.

Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men: Evolution or anything in it. Marvel does.

Rogue was quiet during dinner. Mystique sat across from her, talking easily with her son in the seat next to her. Gambit kept giving Rogue small smile and reassuring glances, but she hardly noticed. The other girls were talking about the pros and cons of an outside wedding. Ororo, Beast, and the Professor discussed the progress of the newest members while Scott and Logan talked training strategies. Piotr was talking with Remy and the New Recruit boys.

After dinner, Kitty and Amara cleared the table, since it was their week on dish duty. Everyone else scattered to do their own thing. This left Rogue, Remy, Mystique, and Logan in the dining room. They went into the living room, where it was more comfortable. Remy and Rogue sat together on the sofa while Mystique chose to sit in an armchair across from them. Wolverine leaned against the door frame and kept his eyeson Mystique.

"Logan?" Rogue asked, puzzled by his presence.

"Don't worry, Stripes. I'm leavin. Ya'll want coffee?"

"Please," Mystique replied. Remy nodded and Rogue shook her head. Wolverine came back with two mugs before leaving.

"If ya need me, just yell."

"Thanks, Logan." When the door shut behind him, Mystique turned to Rogue.

"I'm guessing that this isn't a we-just-found-out kind of thing?" She asked with a pointed glance at Rogue's swelling abdomen.

"We've know for a few weeks," Rogue replied, looking down at the floor and biting her lip.

"And you didn't think about telling me when you found out?"

"There's been so much going on around here, between this and Kitty and Lance's engagement and the training. Ah figured that you'd be happy for us, not wanting to start an argument over it."

"Rogue, I am happy for you. I'm still having a hard time believing that you picked him, but you seem happy."

"Ah am. Ah love Remy more than anything." Mystique looked at the couple. Remy had his arm around Rogue's waist and she was leaning on him. Remy was ignoring Mystique's glare and focusing totally on the girl by his side. She had to admit that they did seem very much in love. She gave a defeated sigh.

"I believe you. So when do we find out if I'm going to have grandsons or granddaughters?"

"Next week. Hopefully it'll be one of each," Remy replied, tearing his gaze away from Rogue long enough to answer her question.

They talked for another hour or so before Mystique had to leave. She was quickly replaced by Logan who had been waiting for her to leave. He leaned on the door and looked at the couple, a surprisingly laid back looking Rogue and a frazzled looking Gambit. He had to hold back a laugh at the sight of the normally cool Cajun looking like he wanted to kill himself. An hour of being interrogated by Mystique would do that.

"Stripes, what'd she do to him?"

"Grilled him bout us and anything he's ever done in his lahfe."

"Gumbo, I'm not really supposed to do this, but I don't really give a damn bout the rules. Ya wanna go to a bar?"

Remy looked up in surprise. Logan offering him a chance to drink? Logan had never asked him if he wanted to go to a bar unless Rogue was going. He glanced at his wife and she nodded.

"Ya should get outta here for a while. Hell, if it weren't for the babies, Ah'd go with ya."

"Thanks, chére." Remy gave her a quick kiss and went to get his trench coat.

"Ya okay with him goin drinkin, Rogue?"

"He needs it. Long as he doesn't tried getting laid by some random girl, Ah ain't got a problem with it. If that happens, Ah'm blamin ya."

"Me? Why?"

"Yah takin him to a bar. It's yah fault."

"Damn. Maybe I should forget Gumbo and see if Shades wants to go."

"Yeah right. As if he's ever set foot in a bar."

"You're right, darlin. He don't seem like the drinkin type."

"Ah'm sure yah'd find him in the same bar yah'd find Ms. Perfect in."

"Yeah. None."

"Exactly. I don't think she's ever drank. No, wait, yeah she has. Me and Wanda saw her getting drunk in a club once. Ah think Kitty was with us."

"Scott there too?"
"Yeah."

"This recently?"

"Why do ya ask, sugah?"

"You turned 21 last year." Rogue grinned at this comment.

"Sugah, we both know that don't mean anything."

"I forgot who I was talkin to, Stripes."

"It sounded lahke ya thought ya were talkin to a law abiding citizen for a second there, Logan." Before Logan could reply, Remy walked back into the room. Rogue gave her husband a mischievous grin. "Ah woulda been if hadn't of been for him."

"What'd I do?"
"Ya turned Stripes into a juvenile delinquent, that's what ya did."

"What the hell ya talkin about?"

"Ah was telling Logan that Ah saw Jean and Scott drinkin at a club and he brought up age and ya know that ya ain't one to follow the rules."

"Wolvie, that had nothing to do with me. I was there, but Rogue got herself in. I had nothing to do with it."

"Sure, Gumbo."

"Wouldn't matter anyways, sugah. Logan's been sharing his secret stash with me since Ah was eighteen."

"Dammit, Stripes. Ya weren't supposed to tell anyone that."

"Sorry. Oh for the good ole days with me, you guys, and good old Jack. How I miss thee."

"Hate to tell ya this, chére, but it's only been a little over two months since ya played with Jack."

"Ah know. "

"And if I remember right, Jack left you hung-over."

"He wouldn't have if she hadn't drunk the whole damn bottle," Logan growled, "after she'd had a few beers. We musta drank half my stash that night."

"Ah felt lahke getting drunk and if yah gonna do it, do it right. Sides, Ah used yah healing factor to get over it pretty quick. And both of ya drank more than me."

"Oui. But, chére, I've been drinkin for years. Jean Luc didn't pay no attention to what me and Henri did half the time."

"And I've been drinkin since before either of ya were born. Now, if ya don't mind, we gotta bar to get to." Logan walked off to find his jacket. Remy wrapped his arms around Rogue and gave her a deep kiss.

"Maybe I should stay here after all." Rogue gave him a seductive smile and kissed him again.

"Go have fun with Logan."

"Chére, ya play dirty. Ya get me worked up jus' to send me off with another man." He gave Rogue his trademark smirk. "Be expectin revenge when I get back later."
"Ah'm lookin forward to it." Rogue gave him one last kiss. "Now get, Swamp Rat."

Remy left the room to go look for Logan. He found him waiting by the door.

"Done makin out for now, Gumbo?"

"Oui."

"Let's go then." Logan led the way to the garage. He gave the Cajun a rare smile. "Oh and nice way of coverin up that hickey Rogue gave ya." Remy frowned at him and pulled the cover off of his bike.

He grinned at the sight of it. This bike was his pride and joy. The black Harley was custom painted for him by a friend. The flaming Ace of Spades on the gas tank set the bike apart from any that were near. The red stitching on the seat was flawless. The chrome shone in ways that many people thought impossible.

"Ya gonna stare at it or ya gonna ride it?" Logan's voice brought Gambit out of the trance he usually ended up in when admiring the beautiful machine before him. He straddled the bike and they tore off into the night.

Rogue knocked on Kitty's door. Judging by the music blaring from inside the room, Kitty wouldn't hear her anyway. She opened the unlocked door and walked in. Kitty was sitting at her desk with her back to Rogue. Rogue turned down the stereo.

"Like, hey, I was listening to that!" She turned to glare at the intruder that dared touch her stereo. "Oh, hey Rogue."

"Hey, Kit."

Kitty noticed that her old roommate was alone. "No Remy?"

"He's out drinkin with Logan."

"What?! They didn't invite me?"
Rogue laughed at the expression on Kitty's face. "Case ya forgot, yah underage."

"Oh yeah. Guess I'm just used to being treated like I'm older. Well, and getting to drink at clubs kinda makes me think that." She looked closely at Rogue. "What's up? You look down about something. Mystique didn't rip into you that bad, did she?"

"Nah. She wasn't that bad." Rogue looked away.

Kitty got up and walked over to her bed, wary of the look on Rogue's face. "Who pissed you off?"
"That red headed bitch."

"Ah. What'd she do this time?"

"Ah ran into her in the hallway and she was bein her normal bitchy self, telling me how it was irresponsible for me and Remy to hide stuff from the rest of the team. Ya know, same old shit, different day." A grin crept onto Rogue's face. "Ya shoulda seen her face when Ah told her where Remy was."

"Why'd you tell her?"

Rogue shrugged. "She asked and Ah ain't lyin to a telepath. That's already gotten me into trouble more tahmes than Ah can count."

"You know why she pulls that stuff, right?" Rogue looked at her.

"No. D'ya?"

"Yeah. She's jealous." Rogue looked at her in surprise. "No, like, hear me out. You married Remy before her and Scott got married. That meant that she wasn't the first one in the mansion to get married. You and Remy were separated for a year and it didn't seem to hurt your marriage. Her and Scott spent most of their first year arguing about nothing. The Prof. came to you and offered you a job as an assistant trainer. He set up a meeting with Jean about her prospects after she finished medical school, meaning he didn't directly offer her a job. You're pregnant and starting to show. Scott decided that they should wait until she finishes school to think about kids. Jean's pissed about that one. Hell, even pregnant and showing, you've got more guys drooling over you than she does."

"Kitty, Ah think yah crazy."

"I wasn't done. She was way jealous even before you were pregnant. You had the hottest bod of all the X-girls. You've got curves where she doesn't. You bagged the hottest guy in the mansion, with that totally sexy accent. She married stick-up-his-ass Summers. Logan adores you but hardly acknowledges her. Everything she's worked so hard for, you've gotten no problem."

"And while she was flirting and makin out with guys in high school, Ah couldn't touch anyone without knockin em out."

"Exactly. You've got, like, total control. She still doesn't. Not of her powers, not of her life. You go out and party and have a great time while she sits here and baby-sit's the younger kids. Logan takes you out drinking with him and you come back drunk off your ass, but you're fine in the morning. You and Remy go out clubbing with the students while Jean and Scott are analyzing whatever. The students all love you and Remy, while they look at her and Scott with suspicion because it usually means something bad when they're around. You've got what she doesn't."

"Ya know, Kit, crazy as all that sound, ya might be right."

"Like, duh."

"Well, as my thanks for yah infinite wisdom, ya need any help with the weddin?"
"I think we're good for now. I've got to order the cake and find the bridesmaid dresses, but other than that and the invitations, we're good."
"Yah've done all the stuff on that list ya had?"
"Pretty much. I've talked to the florist about what I want. I've got my dress pretty much picked. Lance is taking care of the DJ. The tuxes still need to be picked, but that won't take long. The caterer is set up. The guest list is almost done. Lance and I are going to look at invitations tomorrow. The décor is being done by a friend that owns a company in Bayville that does that kind of stuff."

"Wow. Seems lahke ya got it all under control."

"Yeah. At this rate, I'll be done planning by fall and then I'll get almost a year to relax. What about the nursery? Need any help?"
"Remy might need some help paintin cause he doesn't want me in there with the paint fumes. We're still waitin to decide what color it's gonna be. Then we can decorate it however we want. Logan agreed to help."

"Of course. He'd do anything for you. You're like a daughter to him." The girls were silent for a minute. Then Kitty interrupted it with a squeal. "We should totally have a sleep over."

"Kitty, we're twenty something years old. And ya wanna have a sleep over?"

"Yeah. Come on, it'll be fun. We can invite Wanda over and have all the old New Recruits hang out with us."

"And what makes ya think that Ah want to spend a night away form my bed?" Rogue asked with a smile.

"You don't care about your bed. You just don't want to spend a night away from Remy."

"Ah happen to be very attached to my bed, thank ya."

"And even more so to the Cajun you share it with. And the um, activities," Kitty grinned, "that are engaged in while in that bed."

"Fahne," Rogue agreed, mainly to get Kitty off of the subject of her sex life. "When do ya wanna have this thing?"

"How about Friday night?"

"Fahne with m, but yah gonna have to check with the others. They might have big plans."

"Okay. First to ask Wanda, because parties suck without her." Kitty grabbed the phone and dialed the very familiar number. "Hey, Wanda…it's Kitty…we're having a party on Friday. Wanna come?…" Rogue halfway listened to the one sided conversation. She was wondering if Remy was having fun yet. She was drawn back by Kitty's scream. "Yes!…Okay, see you then." She hung up and turned back to Rogue. "Wanda's coming."

"Ah figured that."

"Come on," Kitty grabbed Rogue's hand and dragged her off the bed. "Let's go ask everyone else."

Wanda hung up the phone and turned back to the TV.

"Who was that?" their fearless leader asked from his chair. He was tuning his guitar.

"Your fiancé."

"Kitty?"

"Do you have more than one?"

"No. What did she want?"

Wanda grinned at him, glad for the chance to alleviate some boredom by torturing him. The grin scared Lance. Wanda did not grin very often.

"She just called to ask me if I would run off to Vegas and be a witness to her marriage to Scott." Wanda watched Lance's face turn to disgust.

"As if Kitty would ever go for him. She's got more taste than that." Wanda eyed his ripped jeans and decided not to comment. She had just opened her mouth to say something when she heard voices upstairs.

"You crazy ass Aussie! You lit the damn bathroom on fire!" Pietro's voice yelled. Wanda rolled her eyes.

"Oy did not. It's not on fire. Oy've got it under control."

"You son of a…" This phrase was interrupted by a loud thump on the ceiling.

"You're gonna pay for that!"

"My flamethrower!"

"My hand. You burnt my hand, you psycho!"

"My eye! You don't punch a man in his eye, you white-haired bastard!"

"What's goin on out here, yo? Ah!"

"Hahahahaha! Burn!"

"Those were my pants yo!"
"Like I wanted to see that! Ow! Dammit, Pyro! Do you have any idea how long it takes me to do my hair! You ruined it!"

"Jesus! Sorry, mate! Ow! Don't kick me! I think you broke my ribs!"

"I'm getting out of here, yo!" Todd came hopping down the stairs. The sounds of the fight in the hallway followed him. He jumped into the living room. "They're gonna kill each other, yo."

Wanda and Lance eyed each other. "You want it?" Wanda asked him. He shook his head and went back to playing his guitar. Wanda sighed and got up.

"What the hell is going on up here?!" Wanda was at the top of the stairs before her sentence was finished. She was greeted by the sight of Pyro and Pietro rolling around on the floor. They were throwing punches and trading insults.

"No wonder that kicked you out of Australia. You fight like a girl!"

"Oy ain't the one with a black eye, now am I mate?"

"Die, you sonofabitch! Die!"

Wanda rolled her eyes again and tried to get their attention. "Guys…" Pietro and Pyro continued to thrown punches. Wanda finally got fed up and hexed each of them into their own room before taking a fire extinguisher to the bathroom.

She flopped back down on the sofa and looked around. "Where's Fred?"

Todd looked up from his spot on the floor. "I haven't seen him, yo."

"Me either." said Lance from his chair, puzzled at how none of them could notice Fred was missing. Wanda shrugged and turned her attention to her boyfriend.

Logan and Remy were playing a game of pool at the local bar. Logan sank his last shot, beating the Cajun. "Guess that means I owe ya a drink, non?"
"That's right, bub." Remy went over to the bar and sat on a stool. He ordered two beers and turned his back to the bar to look around a little. The air in the place was smoky. It was a pretty nice place. The bartender placed the drinks in font of him and he paid the guy. He had turned around to go back to the pool table where Logan was now playing another guy when a voice stopped him.

"Hey, there. I haven't seen you around here before."

He turned to see an attractive dark haired woman. She was shorter than Rogue with a pretty face and decent body. He took everything, from her blue eyes to her low cut shirt to her tight jeans and her expensive looking shoes. "Hello. Have we met before?"

"Not that I remember. And trust me, I'd remember meeting you. I'm Jasmine." She offered her hand.

"Remy," he replied, shaking her hand.

"What a lovely name. So, Remy, are you from around here?"

"Oui."

"Nice accent. Louisiana?"
"N' Awlins born and bred."

"I love New Orleans. I try to make it Mardi Gras every year." Remy watched her eyes travel the length of his body. "Maybe we'll see each other there?" Her voice had taken a seductive tone.

"Doubt it. Wouldn't want to leave my wife here by herself."

"Oh, you're married." Her voice now sounded deflated. "Figures. They're always married or gay."

"I definitely ain't gay."

"She's one lucky girl. Must be beautiful to snag a man like you."

"She is."

"What's her name?"

"Rogue."

"Rogue? What kind of a name is that?"
"Nickname."
"Ah." Jasmine took a sip of her drink. "What's she look like?"
"Why ya so interested in my wife?"

"Just trying to figure out what kind of a girl it takes to get a man like you."

"Okay. Ya wanna see a picture of her?"
"Sure." Remy dug out his wallet and handed her a picture of Rogue. "Wow. She is beautiful."

"Yeah." Remy gazed at the picture. It was his favorite picture of Rogue. It had been taken a few weeks ago, before she found out she was pregnant. She was wearing her usual tank top and jeans with her usual amount of midriff exposed between her navel and hips. She was leaning against the railing in front of the mansion. But the thing that always got him was her smile. Not one of those fake smiles people usually have in pictures, it was a genuine smile. It made her make-up free face even more beautiful.

"Guess there's a reason I lost this time."

"Lost?"

"Yeah. I get the guy about half the time. Then again, not many guys I've tried to get have a wife that looks like her."

"Doesn' matter what she looks like. She's a southern girl. Nothin I love better than her attitude." Remy replaced the picture next to another favorite of his. In it, he had his arms wrapped around Rogue and his chin resting on her shoulder. They were both smiling happily. "Love to stay and chat, but I owe my friend over there a beer."

"Maybe I'll see you around."

"Mebbe." Remy picked up the beers and headed back to Logan. He didn't see the girl that he had been talking to slip outside and shift back into Mystique.

"He really does love her."

Kitty had been dragging Rogue around the mansion for half an hour, asking the over 16 girls if they wanted to come to a sleepover.

"Kit, why are we askin some of the newer kids?"
"It's, like, a great bonding experience. Besides, we used to have sleepovers with the New Recruits and Jean. It's not that much of an age difference."

"Kit, the New Recruits were fourteen, fifteen, or sixteen. Jean was nineteen. Not that much of a difference."

"So, we're inviting any of them over the age of sixteen. You and Wanda are only twenty two. That's only six years."

"Fahne." Rogue gave up. It couldn't be that bad. "So this thing is supposed to be Friday? Ya realize that only gives us tomorrow and Friday to get ready, right?"
"Of course. There's not much to get ready for anyway. We just need snacks and stuff like that. Maybe some movies, but I'm sure one of us has some good ones."

"Gawd, that means yah planning on playin some of those games."

"Like, duh. That's part of the fun in it." Kitty dragged her to the next door. "You think we should invite Jean?"

"She needs some time away from Scott."

"That a yes?" Kitty knocked on the door.

"Why not."

"Hello?" A tall green-eyed brunette answered the door.

"Like, hey, Ally."

"Who is it, Al?" A brown eyed blonde appeared next to Ally. "Hey, Kitty. Hi, Rogue."

"Hey, Cecile."

"Okay, so I have this totally great idea. Are you busy on Friday?" The girls looked at each other and shook their heads. "Great. We were, like, planning on having a sleep over kind of thing in my room. You know, makeovers, games, junk food, all that stuff. Are you in?"
The girls looked at each other again. Cecile shrugged. "Sure. Count us in." Ally told them.

"Like, great. See you later." Kitty was already pulling Rogue down the hallway. "Okay. So we've got us, Tabby, Mara, Cecile, Jubes, Ally, Rahne, Caitlin, Roxy, Zoe, Wanda, Macy, Laura, Jas, Kelly, and Lila. The only one left to ask is Jean. Oh, and we should call Amanda. I men, I know her and Kurt aren't dating anymore, but she's fun to hang out with."

"Sounds great, Kitty. Let's go ask Jen. Then Ah can bother ya while Ah wait for Remy to get back."

"Okay. We should probably see if Amara and Tabby can, like, help us get everything together."

"Fahne with me." They went back to the teacher's wing of the mansion. Kitty knocked on the door across from Logan's.

"Coming." Scott opened the door. "Kitty? Rogue? What are you doing here?"

"Ah live don the hall."

"Oh yeah. But what's Kitty doing here?"

"Is Jean around?"

"Um, yeah. Jean!" Jean walked out of the closet.

"Kitty? Rogue?"

"Like, hey. We're planning on having a sleepover type thing on Friday and we were wondering if you want to come. You know, spend some time with the girls."
"Sure. I'd love to come."

"Cool. It's only for the sixteen and over girls, so it should be fun."

"Thanks for inviting me."

"No problem. Oh, and it's in my room. See you later." Kitty and Rogue headed for Tabitha and Amara's room. Kitty was talking a mile a minute about the upcoming party. Rogue was just listening and adding comments. The knocked on the door.

"It's open," Tabitha's voice yelled from somewhere inside.

"Like, hey."

"Rogue, Kitty, glad you stopped by. Now we can start the party."

"Actually, that's what we came to talk to you about. A party."

Rogue saw Tabby starting to get excited. "Not that kind of party. Kit wants to have a sleepover kinda thing for all the girls over sixteen that live here."

"Sounds cool."

"So you'll come then?"

"Yeah. Count me and Mara in."

"Great. It's Friday in my room."

"That's not why we came by. Can yah help us get for the thing?"

"Sure. No problem. I'm guessing that this is an alcohol free party?"

"Course it is. No underage drinkin in the mansion, remember?" Rogue asked seriously. Then her face broke into a grin. "That's why we'd always drink outside, sugah. Sides, ya can't have a party without me and Ah can't drink right now."

"Oh, yeah. The babies."

"They're the reason Ah'm helping Kitty. If it wasn't for them, Ah'd be drinkin with Logan and Remy."

"Wait. You're coming to the sleepover? Why in the hell would you want to do that when you've got that hot Cajun in your bed?"
"Kitty talked me into it."

Here's the next chapter. Not much Lancitty, but I did add some Brotherhood in there. I felt like the story needed a little comic relief. And of course, what story is complete without Mystique's shape shifting. I think that I'm going to put the babie's sexes in the next chapter. Any ideas for names are more than welcome. And sorry if I totally butchered the Aussie accent. I'm trying to avoid using accents much because I suck at them. I can only do Rogue's because I live in the South, so I kinda know how it should sound. But anyway, R & R. It'll get your name mentioned under my thanks to reviewers list.