The sun had fallen. Night was out, the moon was shining down on Xavier's school with its light. Most of the students of Xavier's school were going to sleep. Everyone except for Sophie Glass, Alex Summers, and Logan. They were walking towards the kitchen, where Bobby a.k.a Iceman and Marie a.k.a Rogue were sitting at the table. Rogue was laughing at a joke Bobby had just told. When Sophie, Havok, and Logan walked in, Rogue and Bobby stopped laughing. Both were staring at Havok and Sophie. Apparently news traveled fast around the school. Rogue shifted in her seat.
"Hey Logan, how's it going?" Rogue asked, trying to sound casual.
"Everything's good, Rogue. Just great," Logan said sarcastically, with a touch of harshness that even Havok heard.
Sophie knew that her father was still upset about the news. Logan continued,
"Guess what?"
Logan pointed casually at Sophie and her boyfriend. "Kid and Bub here are going to have a baby. Isnt. That. Wonderful?"
Rogue pursed her lips together, clearly feeling awkward. Both her and Bobby stayed silent. After an uncomfortable moment for all of them later, Bobby and Rogue scurried from the kitchen. Logan called out to them as they left,
"Remember: don't do what my daughter did, Rogue!"
Sophie felt her cheeks redden. How dare Logan use her as an example? It wasn't like she wanted this to happen. . . it just happened. Sophie saw Havok clench his fists so tight that they turned pure white.
"Was that really necessary?" Havok spat.
Logan crossed his arms.
"Was it 'really necessary' to lose control of your hormones on my daughter? And then have the balls to forget a valuable piece of protection?!" Logan snapped back, turning away from Sophie and Havok to grab a soda from the cupboard.
After he opened it, he poured it into a glass. From his pocket he pulled a flask out and poured something that smelled a lot like vodka. Sophie was familiar with the scent of hard liquor. Logan took a long sip before he offered his glass to Sophie. Just as he offered it, he pulled it away.
"Wait. Never mind, I forgot its bad for a pregnant woman no, girl, to drink alcohol. Sophie, don't drink or smoke ANYTHING for the next nine months."
Logan chuckled to himself, he took another long sip of his drink. He had to enjoy this as much as he could. . . before things got complicated.
"So what's your plan?" Logan asked Sophie and Havok.
They shrugged. Both of them haven't even started to think about a 'plan'. Logan asked the question again, this time he directed it towards Havok.
"Come on Bub, you only got about eight months to figure out what you're going to do with my grandchild."
"Dad, we just found out about the baby today," Sophie said, irked. "We don't have a plan."
"Well, what are you going to do about it?" Logan persisted. "I know tons of people that would take your baby."
"Adoption is not an option," Sophie said harshly. "No way."
"And does Lover Boy here, agree with you?"
Havok shifted uncomfortably on his feet. He kept shifting his gaze from Logan to Sophie and back to Logan. He looked like he wanted to sink through the floor, to disappear. To not deal with this situation he had helped create. Sophie wanted him to say something, anything, soon.
"I'm behind anything that Sophie wants to do," Havok finally replied.
Logan mocked-sighed.
"You're no help, Bub. Leave. Now!"
Havok left the kitchen. Or more like he was fleeing from the situation that had been laid out before him. But not after he gave Sophie a quick goodnight kiss.
"Good," Logan said. "He's gone."
Sophie glared at Logan. "You could be a little nicer you know, its a lot to take in," Sophie muttered.
"Hell yes its a lot to take in, Sophie. Its a lot for you. Its a lot for me. Its a lot for him. Havok is going to have to start dealing with this situation we are all in soon. He is going to have to put himself second from now on. You guys are sixteen, probably seventeen, by the time the baby comes. Speaking of age Sophie, you're sixteen years old and pregnant. What's your plan?"
Sophie shrugged. She ran her fingers through her hair. Logan noticed that she had been doing that a lot lately in the last couple hours.
"Raise the baby, I guess," Sophie replied.
"You guess? Guess? Sophie, this isn't the time for guessing!" Logan found it hard for him to keep his temper in check.
"I know it isn't!" Sophie raised her voice, irked.
"You have a funny way of showing it. Raising the baby won't be enough."
Sophie slammed her fist on the table. She was boiling over. "Raising my baby will be a hell of a lot more than you ever did!"
Her tone was full of a pent up rage, yet full of ice. Logan swallowed.
"If I had known about your existence, wouldn't you think I've taken you in when your mother abondoned you?" Logan's voice was calm.
Sophie felt her rage slowly leak out of her. She knew it wasn't his fault. It was her mother's. Logan continued calmly,
"Sophie, don't you want your child, my grandchild, to have the best life possible?"
"Logan, if all you're gonna talk about is adoption, this talk is over."
"Fine Sophie, I'll drop it."
"Thanks," Sophie spat. She couldn't help it. "Can I ask you something?"
"Go ahead, Kid."
"Am I your only child?"
Logan sighed, he gulped down the rest of his drink before replying,
"I honestly don't know. There might be more children that are mine."
"Dad, you Man Slut!" Sophie exclaimed.
"Daughter, you Girl Slut!" Logan exclaimed back.
"That was only one time!" Sophie defended herself.
Logan sniffed. He gestured towards her stomache.
"Yeah and look how that turned out."
"Touche."
"If it makes you feel any better Sophie, the same thing happened to your mother and I."
Sophie rolled her blue eyes at him.
"No duh. I wouldn't be standing here if you guys didn't have."
Logan didn't know what else to say. Neither did his daughter. So Sophie brought up the subject of her mother.
"Do you think Mom will mind?"
Logan scoffed. "I don't think she'll make it-" He gestured towards Sophie's lower body. Sophie understood what his meaning. "-in time if that's what you're thinking. Besides, she'll have to live with it if she does mind."
Sophie laughed.
"
