Okay, finally got this chapter all done. In the story, I decided to let Victor keep his last name. Not sure about the twins. should the twins have the same last name? Please read and review.

Month 8

Victor and Logan were packing up their bags to go to Paris. They each had one bag filled with clothing and another bag fill with the gifts that Scott gave them. They went down to the kitchen to wait for the cab that was taking them to the small airport. They found Hank down there with a cup of coffee. For the past month, Scott and Hank were always together, but Scott wasn't in there with him.

"Where's Scott?" Logan asked.

"Jean gave him a test I arranged for him In the infirmary," Hank said. "I'm waiting for the results."

"Why?" Victor asked.

"Vic, it ain't our business," Logan said.

"I'm just wonderin'," he grumbled.

"You must be excited for your honeymoon," Hank said, changing the subject.

"Yeah. The French are mutant friendly," Logan said. "People like Vic being pregnant is usual there."

"That's great," Hank said.

"We got first class tickets," Victor said, smiling. "Hell of a lot better than the regular seats. Some of those people on the plane my not be too friendly, though."

"Yeah, all those damned human tourists who hate mutants," Logan said, sighing. "Since Vic's all emotional from the mood swings, those humans better not upset him too much." He crossed his arms.

As they talked, Hank gave them some advice. As he did, he thought about the test results and hoped they came out positive since he and Scott were in a relationship secretly dating for over a year after Scott and Jean broke up before they started dating. Then Scott and Jean came in with the test results. She handed them to Hank. He went over the results and hollers happily.

"SCOTT IS A HERMAPHRODITE!" Hank yelled.

Scot turned pale green and remembered attacking Hank at that party. "I am never drinking again!"

Hank then swallowed a lump in his throat and got down on his knees in front of Scott. "Will you marry me?"

Scott kissed him. "Yes."

Soon the cab came and they put their stuff in the trunk and left for the airport.

The cabbie decided to try and make conversation. "So where are two ferals like yerself going?"

"How did you know?" Logan asked.

"I'm a feral myself," he said. "My mate is pregnant with our third pup. My mate is male."

"We're goin' to Paris," Victor said. "Our honeymoon."

"Paris, eh?" he asked, looking at them in the rearview mirror. "Newly weds?"

"Yep," Victor said, rubbing his belly.

"How far along are ya?" the cabbie asked. He was in his late twenties, redhead with freckles and green eyes.

"8 months with twins," he said.

"Boy or girl twins? Or fraternal?"

"Fraternal boy and girl," Logan said, his own hand on Victor's belly.

"That's gonna be a handful," said the cabbie. "I got twins myself. They're boys. So, what are your names?"

"Victor Creed," Victor said. "I kept my last name. In case if enemies come huntin' us down."

"Logan Howlett," Logan said.

"Quinn Kelly."

After a few more minutes of driving, they arrived at the airport. They got out and got their stuff from the trunk. They walked to the front of the cab to pay him. Logan handed him the cash. Victor liked this feral. He wanted to meet his family.

"It was nice talking with y'all," Quinn said.

"Same here," Victor said.

"Maybe some time we will see each other again."

"Yeah," Logan said.

"Have fun on yer honeymoon," he said and drove off.

Victor and Logan headed into the airport and to the gate to their flight. Victor looked around. A lot of people were giving Victor and Logan dirty and disgusted looks. Not only because of them somehow knowing they were mutants. Victor had his free hand on his belly and rubbed it, sadly.

"He seemed like a nice guy," Logan said, not paying attention to what was going on.

"Yeah. They're givin' us dirty and disgusted looks," he said.

Logan looked around and scowled. "'Cause they don't understand," he said, putting an arm around Victor. "We'll just pretend like at the Y until we get on that flight."

"Okay."

Logan turned around and glared at all the people who were giving them looks. "Ain't any of ya seen a brother helpin' his siblin' go through pregnancy 'cause his wife couldn't bear children then died in an accident, leavin' her husband to care for their unborn children?" he snarled.

They looked away, ashamed.

"That's what I thought. I'm just helpin' my brother go through pregnancy then will help him raise the children." He turned away and he and Victor smirked as they walked to the security checkpoint.

"Best damned lie ever." Victor set his suitcase on the luggage X-ray.

"Ain't it?" Logan grinned as he put his luggage and the gift luggage on, too.

The security guards smiled at them. The tallest one spoke.

"So, were are you two off to?" he asked.

"Paris," Victor said as he took off his watch and put it to go through the scanner.

"That's nice," the smallest said. "Saw what happened back there. People can be real assholes sometimes."

"We can so tell that you two are together," the tallest said, quietly.

"Yeah," Victor said, smiling as he walked through the metal detector. "We just got hitched a couple days ago."

"Congrats," the smallest said. "You two look a like."

"We're half brothers," Victor said, quietly.

"Victor." Logan stood in front of the detector and took off his watch, took off his belt, and put them to go through the scanner.

"Really? That's unusual," the tallest said. "C'mon, walk through so other people can."

"I can't. It would set it off," Logan crossed his arms. "I got metal inside me. Nearly all over the inside of my body," he lied some.

"It'll be alright. Just walk through," the tallest said.

Logan did and it went off for a few seconds as he walked through. The picked up their luggage after putting on their watches and Logan his belt. The headed to the gate and give the woman their tickets. she checked them and handed them back, smiling. They headed onto the plane.

The got on board and headed for the first class. They sat found their seats and put their luggage in the top compartment. They sat down in their seats, which were right next to each other, and Victor put his hands on his stomach, feeling them kicking. Hard.

"They're actin' up," Victor said, sighing.

"They'll calm down," Logan said, gripping the arm rest as the plane took off.

Soon, they were smoothly flying to Paris.

Logan was doing okay with the flying, but Victor wasn't. His back was aching. Logan turned to Victor.

"Ya okay?" he asked.

"No. It's my back." Victor unbuckled the seat belt and stood up. Logan did too. Victor put his hands on his lower back, rubbing the aching part of his back. Then he felt them drop. "They just dropped." He sat back down and Logan did too. "How much longer until we get to Paris?"

"8 and a half hours," Logan said. "We'll be there tonight."

Two hours later Victor shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He let out a small growl and stood up with a little trouble.

"Where are you goin'?" Logan asked.

"Bathroom," he said and headed to the closest one.

He locked the door behind him and had a little more trouble, but managed pee in the urinal. He after washing up, he went back to his seat and sat down. He had a hand on his belly, rubbing it as the pups kicked. Logan shifted in his seat, turning fully to Victor and rubbed his belly, feeling his creations kick.

"Ya want a back rub?"

Victor nodded and turned his back to Logan. Logan worked on kneading the muscles in Victor's lower back. Victor let out a breath of relief as the pain faded. He was then feeling tired.

"I'm gonna take go to sleep," he said.

"I'll join you," Logan said.

He turned around and sat back in his seat. After getting some pillows from a flight attendant, Victor and Logan fell sleep with Victor's head on Logan's lap, Logan sitting back in his seat with his head to the side with a pillow, and with their hands on Victor's belly.

After a good six hours of sleeping the plane landed and everyone got off. Victor and Logan got their things and headed inside. Once inside, they were making their way to the front entrance, but they made a stop at the restroom first then headed to the entrance. They looked around at all the people. The saw different kinds of mutants and saw some ferals. They saw some male/female mates and the females were in different stages of pregnancy. They also saw male/male mates and the smaller males of each couple were also in different stages of pregnancy.

"Didn't know there were that many ferals," Victor said as he held one of Logan's hands.

"Yeah. Everyone of the couples are pregnant," Logan said.

Once outside of the airport, They got a taxi, got their stuff in the trunk, and got inside the cab.

"(Where to, gentlemen?)" the cabbie asked in French.

"(Fat Cat Hotel)," Logan said back.

Victor turned to Logan, glaring at him with his large canines bared. "Fat Cat Hotel?"

"It's what the hotel is called, Victor," he said. "Ain't my fault it's called that."

Victor growled so that only he and Logan could hear.

"Look, it's a great hotel I picked out, darlin'. The name ain't really got nothin' to do with the service of the hotel. It was named after the owner's cat who was a fat white cat," Logan said. "It's got the most wonderful view of the Eiffel Tower. There's also gonna be a great restaurant and sightseein' if ya want."

Victor nodded. "Maybe sightseein'."

After some driving, they arrived at Le gros Hôtel de Chat or in English Fat Cat Hotel. They paid the cabbie, got their stuff from the back, and headed inside. It was a really nice hotel. It was classy. They went up to the front desk.

"(Got a reservation for Howlett)," he said.

The clerk typed on the computer and found the reservation. She handed them two card keys. "(Enjoy your stay)."

"(Thanks)."

They headed to an elevator and went to the second floor. They got out and headed to a room not far from the elevator. Logan unlocks the door and opened it. Victor kicked it shut after Logan and him entered. It was a nice suite. Victor set his suitcase on the king sized bed and looked out the balcony window doors. There he saw was the most awesome and beautiful view of the Eiffel Tower. The sun was setting and the lights on the tower were on. He smiled and looked around the room again then walked to Logan.

"This is great, Jimmy." He kissed him.

Logan kissed him back. "Knew ya'd love it."

Victor kissed him more than scrunched his nose. "Ya stink, Jimmy."

"So do ya," Logan smiled.

"Gonna take a shower."

"Mind if I join ya?"

Victor didn't answer him. He just grabbed Logan's wrist and led the way to the bathroom. He stripped and got into the multi jet shower. Logan joined him and they cleaned each other. Victor used body wash that leaves skin silky smooth. He rubbed the soap over his chest, arms, underarms, legs, and large belly. Logan rubbed the body wash over his mate's back legs, shoulders, back, neck, and ass. Victor took his turn and rubbed the body where he could reach: back, neck, shoulders, and ass. After a few minutes, they got out and dried themselves. Victor put his towel on a rack then walked nude into the suite and looked at himself in the full length mirror on a closet door. His face scrunched a little as he turned at looked at his side in the mirror.

God, not again, Logan thought, mentally sighing as he tightened the towel around him waist.

Victor ran his hands over his belly. From the babies dropping, his belly was drooping a hell of a lot more than it was before they dropped.

Victor waddled over to Logan and put his arms around Logan's neck and kissed him deeply. Logan kissed him back then pulled away.

"Get dressed in yer best. We're goin' to dinner at a nice restaurant. It's a sea food restaurant called Le Restaurant de Chien de mer. Sea Dog Restaurant."

Victor smiled. "Sounds romantic," he purred and kissed him.

"Save it for later, Vic," Logan said. "C'mon and do as yer told."

Victor stole a kiss from him and dug through his suitcase for a nice white dress shirt, black slacks, and shoes. He pulled on boxers then the slacks then the dress shirt. He brushed his blonde mane and pulled his hair back in a ponytail. He sat down and put the shoes on, but couldn't tie the shoes. Logan put on boxers, a dark blue dress shirt, black slacks, and shoes. He knelt in front of Victor and tied his shoes. He kissed Victor's shirt covered belly and helped him up.

"Where's the restaurant?" Victor asked.

"A couple blocks from here," Logan said, grabbing his wallet and their two card keys. "Ya can walk that far can't ya?"

"'Course I can," Victor said.

They headed out.

They were walking down the couple blocks to get to the restaurant. They were hand in hand as they looked through the shop windows. They passed a baby store and looked in the window for a second then moved on. Victor's belly growled and felt the babies kick his ribs. Soon they got to the restaurant. It was a really nice one, too. They entered and the person at the desk smiled at them warmly.

"(Welcome to the Sea Dog Restaurant)," she said. "(Table for two)?"

"(Yes. Booth near the window that's candlelit)," Logan said.

She led them through the restaurant and put them near the window. "(There. Big enough so that you can get in and out easily, sir)," she said to Victor.

"(Thanks)," he said.

They sat down and she handed them the menus. Then left, giving them time to order. The both decided on getting fish with veggies. The told the waitress and they got something non alcoholic to drink. Victor's hand held Logan's. He grinned, happy. There was a candlelit dinner, a perfect window booth, and there was music playing somewhere, too.

"This is great, Jimmy."

"Glad ya like it."

After a little bit, the food came and they ate it. After a while they left a tip and Logan paid for the dinner. They left and was walking down the street and decided to go sightseeing now. The night was still young. The got a cab and went to different places not too far from the hotel. They went to the Eiffel Tower and wished they had a camera to take pictures. After a while, they took a cab home and went up to their suite. Once inside, Victor changed from his nice clothes to nothing in a matter of seconds. Logan the same. Logan pushed Victor onto the bed and grabbed the suitcase with the gift bag stuff Scott gave them. Logan took out the handcuffs, the boxers, and paint. Save the lube for later.

Logan worked on a design on Victor's chest and belly. He didn't use the brush. He used his fingers to make the design. The design on Victor's belly was a rough sketch of the twins. It wasn't half bad. Then Logan cleaned up the edible paint by licking it off. Then Victor painted all kinds of lines on Logan then cleaned it off too after a while by licking the paint off.

After that, Victor suddenly found himself cuffed to the headboard with those fuzzy neon pink handcuffs. After the lube was on Logan, it was time to consummate their marriage. Logan spread Victor's legs.

Victor closed his eyes and kissed Logan. Logan passionately kissed him back and Victor responded with a deeper and more powerful. Logan was being as gentle and loving as he could be with Victor and he was being careful of not harming the pups. The lovemaking was going smoothly and nice. They were taking their sweet time. They kissed, nipped, purred, and growled during the two hours of their sweet mating. Once it was over, they laid in each other's arms and fell into a peaceful sleep.

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