Month 6

Victor yawned as he leaned back in his chair at the kitchen table. He had both hands on his large belly. He was tired. He didn't sleep very well the night before. The babies kicked all night, keeping Victor up. He looked at his mate's nice ass in those jeans and smiled, tilting his head, getting an idea.

"Yer ass looks nice in those jeans, Jimmy."

Logan smiled and turned around from making breakfast. "Thanks, Vic, and no ya ain't gettin' a beer."

"Aw, c'mon, please?" Victor begged. "Just one beer?"

"No, Victor." Logan frowned. "Ya gonna wait until after the cubs or pups are born." He went to the fridge and poured Victor a cup of milk and handed it to him, the frown gone and smile replacing it. Victor took the cup and Logan crouched in front of Victor's belly, putting his hands on it. The class instructor said for daddy to talk with the twins. "Hey, cubs or pups. Daddy loves ya." He kissed Victor's belly twice, feeling the twins kick. Then he kissed Victor. Victor kissed him back then broke it.

Victor sniffed the air, "Jimmy, yer burnin' my breakfast."

"Shit!" Logan jumped over to the stove and turned it off and lifted he pan off the stove. He sniffed it. "Only a little burned. Ya want me to make ya another egg?" He knew Victor was going to have mood swings, just didn't know when.

Victor grinned. "It's fine, Jimmy."

Logan got Victor's sandwich on a plate and gave it to him. "Ya sure ya want this?"

"Yep. Daddy made us a yummy sandwich, babies." Victor picked up a half of the fried egg, nacho cheese flavored Dorito chips, and pickle sandwich. He bit into it and gave a this is so good look as he chewed then swallowed. "Mmmmmm. Damn this is so good!" Victor felt them kick. "Ya like it, huh, cubs or pup?"

Logan rubbed Victor's belly and kissed it. "Only a couple more months, pups or cubs, and you'll be in our world, meetin' yer Momma and Daddy." He put his ear to Victor's belly and listened to the babies' heartbeats.

Then Scott walked in. Victor and Logan looked up and saw Scott.

"Hey, I just, uh, wanted to say, that I thought long and hard and I accept the two of you being together. I'm happy for the both of you," Scott said.

"Thanks," they said.

"And I'm happy that you are having a family." Scott smiled.

They smiled.

Soon the rest of the team walked into the kitchen. As soon as everyone was settled with their food, Logan and Victor stood up.

"We have an announcement," Logan said. "Victor and I are gettin' married."

There were cheers as the sat back down. "Congrats!" came from all around the table. Victor was very happy. So happy that he was purring the entire time the team had their breakfast.

"Scott, I think you should go with Logan and Victor to get tuxes," Jean said.

"Do we have to?" Victor whined.

"Yeah, darlin', we have to be dressed up for our weddin'," Logan said, glancing at Scott and Jean who were whispering something. Victor did, too.

After fifteen minutes, Victor, Logan, and Scott were all ready to go. Victor was so happy that he was practically bouncing up and down in his seat in the back, grinning out the window at things and grinned wider as they passed a group of toddlers and younger walk with some women from a daycare. He looked at the toddlers, but mainly the cubs and pups in the strollers. He had his plaid shirt unbuttoned and rubbed his tank top covered belly as they passed the daycare kids, Victor felt them kick.

Soon, they arrived at the Tux Shop. They got inside and looked around. Victor looked at the different tuxes. He continued looking and growled when he couldn't find a damned tux. Logan then came over and put his hands on Victor's shoulders. Victor twisted around and grabbed Logan by his collar and threw him up against the wall, holding him there, growling lowly.

"Just calm, down, Victor," Logan said.

"You did this to me!" he snarled, extending his claws. "This damn place won't have anythin' that will fit 'cause of ya doin' this to me!"

"Victor," Scott came up. "We'll find something."

"Just think of the babies to calm you down," Logan said.

Victor looked at them both, growling still. Scott went to a rack and brought back a western style tux. "What about this?" Scott asked.

Victor looked over the tux and released his baby brother/lover/fiance. He retracted his claws and took the tux in his hands and grinned. "I love it!" He went to the dressing rooms.

Logan straightened out his shirt and jacket. "I can't wait until his mood swings are over!"

Scott laughed. Then a howl came from the dressing room. They ran to where Victor was and saw him looking at himself in the mirror. Victor turned to them, shirts off.

"I'm fat!" he yelled, tears welling up in his eyes.

Logan walked over to him. "Victor, darlin', you ain't fat."

"Yes, I am!" he argued back. "Just look at me!" He looked at himself again in the mirror then turned away, as if he was ashamed and his shoulders started shaking. Logan took Victor into his arms. Victor laid his head on Logan's shoulder "I'M A AS FAT AS A WHALE!" he sobbed and continued crying.

"It's okay, Victor, shhhhh. . ." Logan said, rubbing his brother/lover's back. "Ya ain't fat. Yer sexy as hell!"

Victor pulled back. "Really?" he sniffled.

"Yeah, really." Logan wiped his brother's tears. "You bein' pregnant with twins turns me on!" He then growled, smiling. "Sexy beast!"

Victor smiled. "Ya really think I'm a sexy beast?"

"Hell yeah." He kissed Victor passionately. "Now let's buy that tux and I'll buy a matchin' one, huh? Ya like that?"

Victor nodded.

Victor changed back to his sweats and shirts and bought it. Logan bought a matching one and Scott bought a regular black tux. Soon they were on their way home. When they got home, Victor, Logan, and Scott took their bags in and Scott went to show Beast, Bobby, and Jean his tux. Victor and Logan went up to their room.

Logan told Victor to shower; it would make him feel even more better. As Victor showered, Logan went to the kitchen and brought back a bowl of ice cream and Victor's pickle jar. Victor was himself off with a towel and wrapped it around him as he walked from the en suite bathroom to his and Logan's bed. Logan came in, kicking the door closed. He sat beside Victor on the bed and gave him the bowl and jar.

"Yer favorite," Logan said.

Victor ate it, happy. "Thanks, Jimmy."

Later that evening, Victor and Logan were walking their separate ways to where ever. Victor got a note to go to the dinning room on the West side of the mansion. He heard whispered voices and opened the doors.

"SURPRISE!" All the women jumped from their hiding places.

Victor looked around. He saw that the entire room was decorated in blue and pink ribbons, blue and pink balloons, there was a banner hanging about the windows that said in blue and pink colors: IT'S A BOY AND GIRL! There were different colored wrapped gifts on another table and drinks and food on another table. He grinned.

"This all for me?" They nodded.

"Yeah, sugah," Rogue said. "For ya and yer babies." She rubbed his belly and looked at it. "Hey, lil' Wolverine Jr. and Sabrette. They shy?"

"Yeah, sometimes."

Jean walked up. "Let's play some games!" She handed out a clothespin to everyone. "Whoever catches someone saying baby in any conversation, will get that person's clothespin."

Victor sat down at the table, his back hurting from the weight of the twins. "Now what?" he asked.

"A guessing game," Jubilee said. "We guess the first letter of each of your baby twins' names."

" Ya said baby, Jubilee." Victor held you his hand. Jubilee handed him the pin. He put it on his shirt with the other one. "Alright, but I ain't tellin' what their names are until their born," Victor said.

Logan was walking to the East side of the mansion. He got a note to go to the rec room with the fire place. He heard whispered voices behind the door. He opened it.

"SURPRISE!" All the adult males said. The male children were gone.

"What's all this?" Logan looked around and saw that there was a large strong coffee table between two couches, there was alcohol in a bucket filled with ice to keep it cold, there were glasses and shot glasses on the another small table. "A Bachelor party?"

Scott, Beast, Charles, Nightcrawler, and Bobby nodded.

"Well, let's get this party goin'." Logan picked up a beer bottle and drank half of it in one sip and sat on one of the two couches.

The others had beer while Charles had a scotch. Kurt sat on Logan's right side and Hank on Logan's other side. Scott and Bobby sat on the other couch and Charles wheeled and settled Scott.

Logan finished his beer and grabbed the whiskey bottle and poured all of them shots of whiskey. He handed each man a shot glass. They knocked back their whiskeys. Logan re poured the shot glasses. Logan knocked back the whiskey.

"So, what else is gonna happen?" he asked.

"How about a drinking contest?" Kurt said.

"Okay, does it start with an R?" Jean asked.

"No." The babies kicked where his belly button was now popped out. He poked it and felt another kick near the bottom of his stomach. He poked there, playing a game with his babies. "They ain't named after any of ya."

"Okay, an A?" Rogue asked.

"No," Victor said, continuing his game with his cubs or pups.

"An E?" Jubilee asked.

"No."

"Okay, an L?" Storm asked.

"Yep," Victor said.

"The other letter is V," Kitty said.

"Yep."

Jean gave Victor a glass of pickle juice. "Here you go, Victor."

"Thanks, red." He sipped it. "So, now what?"

"That's up to you," Storm said. "Do you want to open your gifts for the little ones or play another game?"

"The gifts."

Jubilee set her yellow boxed package in front of Victor. "Mine, first, please!"

Victor nodded and tore off the yellow paper and opened the box. Inside was a book that any child would: Dr. Seuss' Cat In The Hat, Green Eggs and Ham, and How The Grinch Stole Christmas. He looked at each book, smiling.

"Thanks, Jubes, these books are great," Victor said, still smiling.

Victor continued opening each gift.

"I don't think I should, Elf," Logan said.

"Aw, c'mon," Kurt said.

"Kurt, Logan doesn't want to get drunk," Hank said.

"Oh, just a couple shots," Kurt said.

Logan rolled his eyes. "A couple shots ain't gonna give me a buzz, Elf."

Kurt gave him a regular drink glass and filled it to the rim and filled himself a glass. He set the bottle down. They picked up their glasses.

Scott gave the countdown. "Three, two, one!"

They chugged the whiskey down and Logan slammed his glass down first then Kurt did. The other guys cheered. Scott filled their glasses up and filed up glasses for everyone else.

"Three, two, one!"

Logan and Kurt chugged it down again then slammed their glasses down. Logan shook his head. "Nothin'. Give me the whole bottle." Scott did and Logan chugged the rest of the half empty whiskey bottle. He was starting to get a little buzz. "There we go. Startin' to get a buzz. Now, no more, Kurt."

They all heard knocking. Kurt looked to the knocking at the door and looked at Logan. "Go on, open it!"

Logan went to the door and opened it, letting whoever in. It was a dark haired, dark eyed man dressed in a police uniform walked in.

He turned to Logan. "Sir, you are under arrest." The gay stripper tore his shirt off.

Logan gapped and and turned, walking away as the stripper got on the coffee table and danced while music played from a stereo. But Bobby and Kurt grabbed him and pulled him onto a couch. The others on the couch getting up to let Logan enjoy this. A part of Scott didn't think there should be a gay male stripper. The stripper continued removing his clothes. Logan got up and went to near the door, ignoring the stripper

Scott eyed Beast, smiling a little

Victor had unwrapped all the gifts and had thanked all the girls. He then stood up.

"I'm gonna go check on Jimmy," he said and walked out. He headed to the West side where the party was going on. He heard music, smelled the other men, Logan, what smelled like a male stripper-Male Stripper? He walked faster to the door and opened it. He gapped and everyone in the room froze and looked at him. He looked around. He saw a gay male stripper on the coffee table, the team's men, and then his eyes fell on Logan who was right next to the door.

He growled and shoved Logan to the ground, pinning him. "WHAT THE HELL'S GOIN' ON HERE, JIMMY? WHY IS A GAY MALE STRIPPER HERE? YOU HIRED THAT GUY?"

"NO! I didn't-"

Victor growled more, his hands gripping harder. Then Scott came over.

"Victor, listen, Logan did not watch the stripper. He came over to this side of the room to ignore the stripper."

Victor got up. "THEN WHO THE HELL DID?"

Charles and Bobby looked away from Victor's gaze. Scott had dragged Hank out of the room, "complaining" about a "headache". They were down the hall when Scott jumped Hank, shoving him into a room.

"We watched the stripper," Bobby said. "And Scott and Hank."

Logan and Victor's jaws dropped. Victor looked back to the gay stripper.

"Leave," Victor said. "Or I'll cut off yer dick."

"I'll still get paid?" the young hot gay stripper asked Kurt.

"Ja." Kurt handed him a check and the stripper left quickly while putting on his clothes.

Hank then found himself tied to a chair and Scott was as drunk as a skunk pulled Hank's jeans down to his ankles. Scott undid hid own jeans and straddled the blue feral, kissing him. Hank tried fighting him off, but Scott held him down.

Victor got off from his brother and stood up, hand on his back, smiling, now happy. "Who hired that gay male stripper, anyway?"

"I did," Kurt said. "I just thought. . ."

"It's fine, Wanger," Victor said. He turned to Logan and kissed him. Logan kissed back. "Ya taste like beer and whiskey." Victor smiled.

"Yeah, I know," Logan said.

Victor yawned. He was tired from today and pulled on Logan. "C'mon, I'm tired."

"Alright. It's gettin' late. Night, guys."

Logan walked out with Victor and they stopped at the dinning room to tell the women. They'd get the baby stuff later. The headed up to their room and changed into PJs and sweatpants. They laid in bed and Victor fell right asleep.

The next morning Scott woke up to laying on top of Hank. He groaned as he sat up right, his back aching from holding onto Hank. He looks down and sees that he might have violated Hank.