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This chapter right here is the glorious Utena-Puchiko-nyu's request: Scott has to take care of a baby, allowing Logan to get all jealous and possessive and stuff. I hope I did your idea justice, and that you like it.

Disclaimer: Still not mine. Fan made. No profit made.

Warnings: Hideous out of characterness. Logan's bad language. Boy on boy. If that hasn't scared you off, then read on dearest darlings. Thanks for reading :)

"Scott, can I see you in my office for a moment?"

Those were the exact words I did not want to hear right now.

This week had been tough: I hadn't seen Scott for any of it. He'd had to go on a stupid mission and I hadn't been allowed to fucking go. Jean was cruel, too cruel I believe to be classed as human sometimes – "someone needs to stay and take care of the kids" my ass.

Anyway, this was the evening my Scott had come home, I'd barely spent 20 minutes with him when Charles was summoning him to his bloody office and away from me.
I was getting Scott withdrawal symptoms, and it was nasty.

I'd missed him.

I'd really missed him.

"Oh, sure," Scott said, slightly dazed. That was down to the fact that he'd barely slept this past week and was absolutely exhausted. Another reason he should stay put with me.

He stood up, letting go of my hand reluctantly, "I'll be back in a minute," He mumbled, smiling at me through his tiredness.

I sunk into the sofa as he walked away, feeling my mood deflate by the second.

"Oh stop pouting," Jean chose that moment to bounce into the Scottless room, nudging me and sitting down in the now vacant seat by me, "He'll be back before you know it."

Here was me thinking I could stew alone until Scott returned. Wishful thinking on my part.

I merely growled at her, sending a half hearted glare her way, "Why does the Professor have to pick now to want to have a chat?! It's just unfair." I whined.

"Logan," She gave me a very patronizing look, "Other people are allowed to spend time with Scott too, you know."

"Not the moment he gets back from a fucking week long mission, they can't," I mumbled.

I'd missed him. I'd genuinely, totally and completely missed him, and all I wanted to do now was be with him, was that so bad? It wasn't like we were one of those sickeningly sweet have-to-call-each-other-every-five-seconds kind of couples, however much I wanted to call him every five seconds. I just wanted to see him. Was that so terrible of me?

No.

I'm completely in my rights to want to spend time with my Scott regardless.

So why is Charles doing this to me? I've almost completely stopped smoking in the mansion, I teach back to back classes in the Danger Room every day, and I hardly ever insult the kids anymore (well, if I do, it's because they were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. Or they just totally deserved it).

It's just torture.

Oh god, I was going to turn us into one of those annoying -to-call-each-other-every-five-seconds kind of couples if I wasn't careful. I had to fight away a shudder.

Okay, focusing on not focusing on Scott... now.

This was harder than I thought. Damn.

I realised then Jean was laughing at me. That woman had some nerve.

"What?!" I asked, angered.

"It's just you're so cute!" She exclaimed, still laughing.

I looked at her, clueless, "Okay, One: I am not the slightest bit cute," I spat out that demon word. I wish people would stop calling me that, "And Two: I didn't even do anything!"

She just chuckled.

Oh. I get it. "How many times do I have to say it, Jean?! Stay out of my head!" I said with slightly less conviction than I was aiming for. I let my head fall on the back of the sofa head, groaning.

"He'll be back soon," She repeated, attempting to reassure me. Fuck all that was doing.

I stared longingly at the door, fixedly ignoring any of Jean's giggles or "aww's" until ten minutes later Scott walked in. You did hear that, right? Ten minutes. Ten long minutes. That's fucking ages! Why does Charles suddenly hate me?!

I felt my face break out into a smile as I saw him, but wait, something was off.

"What," I laid my eyes on the offense. A child, no, a baby, more like a cherub actually – all blonde ringlets and rosy cheeks, laughing and clinging fixedly to Scott's slim waist, his strong arms wrapped around her protectively, the way I liked them wrapped around me, "Is that?" I had to chuckle as the baby creature sneezed onto Scott's shirt, Jean already cooing at this thing while she scooted over so Scott could sit down next to me.

"She's called Peyton," Scott dropped down lightly next to me, moving this Peyton thing onto his lap, "She's adorable, isn't she?" He beamed at her.

"I guess so," I looked at her a little more closely. She was about as old enough to speak a couple of broken words, old enough to crawl and stand on her own for a few steps before crawling again. She was transfixed by Scott's goggles at present, reaching up and fiddling with them, laughing as if they were the most entrancing and hilarious thing in the world. Scott was grinning, concealing yawns every ten seconds. "She's alright. You're better in my books though, I think," I used my patented sex voice, giving him a slow smile, and leaning in.

Then something really weird happened.

He leant back, ever so slightly, from me. I don't even think he noticed he did, or meant to or anything, he was still looking at the Peyton thing, as if nothing had happened.

Maybe nothing had happened?

I tried to fight off the wave of hurt that threatened to crash down around down on me. Instead, I leant back myself, acting as if I hadn't meant to kiss Scott at all.

"She's so cute!" Jean squealed.

What is it with girls and babies? It was like as soon as a woman got within ten feet of one all brain cells were put on hold and cognitive function was something unheard of. I mean yeah, they're cute and all, but they're just babies.

"Isn't she just?" Scott chimed in, sounded dangerously like Jean, beaming and joining in with the baby madness too – did I say it was just women who did the crazy baby thing? I take it back.

"Precious," I said through gritted teeth. Yeah, she was cute and all, but all I wanted right now was to be alone with my Scott. No Jean. No Peyton thing. Just me and my Scott. "Why is it here again?" I asked, putting on my most upbeat voice for them.

"Oh," Scott finally turned to me, smiling, "Charles put me on babysitting duty," He said it like it was a good thing, "Yeah, Peyton's parents, who are mutants, had to go into hiding – I didn't ask why – and they couldn't manage to take her with them, so I'm looking after her for a week, until they can get back." He'd turned back to the Peyton thing. She was all giggles and smiles of course, absolutely loving it.

"Why do you get to look after her?" Jean pouted, clearly wishing she'd been dubbed resident babysitter instead. She wasn't alone in that wish.

"Yeah, why do you have to get stuck with it?" I looked to my Scott.

Scott shrugged, "No clue."

"I guess you are the most baby friendly out of all of us," Jean mused.

I was about to question her very sweeping statement but I realised she was right. Damn. There were always multiple knocks on our door (which annoyed me no end) from tearful students who went to Scott for advice or sometimes just a bleary eyed hug. And he was always late after his classes because nine times out of ten he was talking a troubled student through their worries. It was beyond me how he could be a surrogate and stand in parent to all these kids and be happy about it.

"You are actually," I agreed.

Scott smiled at me, as if I'd just paid him a massive compliment, "And is all this alright with you, yeah?" He looked worried for a second.

I was still basking in the warmth of his smile, "Sure," I said automatically.

Jean gave me a surprised glance, tearing her attention momentarily away from the Peyton thing, "Wow Logan, you know, you've really come a long way. I would have never in a million years thought you'd be okay with sharing Scott's attention with someone, let alone taking care of a full on baby!" She laughed.

Scott chuckled, not really paying much heed to her words and more wrapped up in the baby madness that this thing had brought with it.

I bit my tongue. That was exactly how I felt, damn it! Not sharing, no baby, thanks ever so much, bye bye now. But no, I couldn't say that, I'd apparently come a long way. I was supposed to have transformed into the most accepting and wonderful man in the universe (Scott's title normally) in the last five minutes.

But no. I'd show Jean, I'd show Scott, that I had come a long way, that I could be accepting, that I was a baby person, that I wouldn't have a little bit of me die when Scott didn't return one of my fucking kisses.

I'd show them.

"Yeah, should be fun," I forced my face into a grin, hoping I didn't sound all that sardonic.

Thankfully Scott didn't pick up on my sarcasm or rigid expression, no, he was too busy entertaining the stupid Peyton thing to notice my existence, let alone the tone of my voice.

Stupid Peyton thing.

I looked at it. It was grinning. At me.

... Resist all temptations to glare...

I forced myself to smile again. God, this thing was like an angel replica or something, blonde curly hair, bright green eyes, rosy cheeks. Even more so when she reached out her pudgy little arms for me.

"Logan, she likes you," Scott laughed, grinning at the Peyton thing.

"Doesn't everyone?" I gave him a slow smile, using my tried and tested 'sexy voice', full power.

And nothing from him. Just another chuckle.

Oh, this was going to be a long week.

The Peyton thing was taking over everything, I'd only laid my cautious eyes on her an hour ago but my God, she was fast.

I tried not to gape as I looked at Scott lay the Peyton thing down on our bed, pulling our bed sheets up to its neck, tucking it in.

"What?" I looked at my Scott, then at the thing, then back to Scott again. "Sorry, what?"

"She doesn't have a crib or anything yet," He said all business like as he pulled his t shirt up and over his head, getting ready for bed. "And she's young, I don't want her to be left on her own, the first night and stuff," He said softly, trailing off. Worry flickered over his beautiful face for a second. How could I argue with him when he was being so sweet?

Actually, there were two things wrong with that last thought: 1. Scott was always sweet. 2. The new and improved Logan had come a long way, and this new Logan wouldn't mind in the slightest that the little bugger was dozing in our bed.

I glanced at the Peyton thing. She was yawning, bright eyes flickering shut.

As Scott was now in our little bathroom off from the bedroom, I allowed myself to pout, grumbling as I pulled off my clothes and tugged on boxers and a white t shirt, but stopped sulking immediately when Scott emerged from out of the bathroom.

God, he looked hot.

I'd been Scott deprived for a whole week, could you blame me? No sex for seven days had been torture. But now I had to wait longer, thanks to the demon now sleeping lightly under the sheets.

Well, at least I got to spend time with Scott, even if we were going to be unconscious. I mean, a night with Scott here was better than a night without. Much better. Even if we were separated by the devil baby.

Scott smiled at me, "So, did you miss me?" His voice was low, so as not to wake the Peyton thing.

It was so nice to have him to myself now the brat was asleep.

Had I missed him? Yes. Like a boat misses the sea. Like a bird misses the sky. Like cheese misses macaroni. Totally and completely. Yes, yes, yes. "Little bit," I shrugged, "Didn't really notice you were gone, to be honest."

He gave me a slow grin, stepping closer, "Is that so?"

His smile was killing me. "Yeah."

"Well, I missed you," Scott beamed up at me, "Quite a bit, actually."

We were inches away now, my breath ghosting his lips.

My hands were at home resting on his slim hips, "Good to know," I leant in, finally about to close the gap between us after a whole week of missing him when a noise sounded.

A noise that broke all noises. Oh my god – was that a car alarm? A banshi? Was this what death sounded like?

No.

It was the freaking Peyton thing, who'd now destroyed my eardrums, by waking up and screaming her deceptively angelic head off.

Scott was by her side in the blink of an eye, cradling her in his strong arms.

I stumbled forwards into nothing: the absence of Scott.

So the Peyton thing had plans, huh?

So there I was, standing at the end of our bed, horny and disappointed while Scott took care of the devil child.

"Stupid Peyton thing..."

"Sorry?"

"Nothing..."

So that's to be continued, a TBC! :D The next half of this little baby niche will come soon.

Really hope you liked it :)

As I said earlier, I'm so psyched to get to write all your requests, because they are some of the cutest little ideas I've ever come across Logan/Scott wise.
So here's what I'm thinking, right:
- Chapter Eight: Part two of Stupid Peyton thing requested by Utena-Puchiko-nyu also combined with UraniaChang's (I think anyway. Really sorry and do excuse me if I get names mixed up. It's late. I mean well.) request of a dog and the baby and Logan fighting over Scott's attention. Also requested by UraniaChang, Scott POVs will be woven in throughout all of them hopefully! :)
- Chapter Nine: Kitsune Rose420's fabulous request involving Alex, Scott's brother.
- Chapter Ten: Drunken Scott accidentally opening eyes and blasting Logan, a cute twist requested by Emmyzi :D
- Chapter Eleven: Logan letting out the Wolverine in him, requested by the awesome djaly.

I'll be honest with you, that list was more for me than you. It will probably change somewhere along the way, if I get a random idea with potential for cuteness I will ramble away and post it up here. If I've missed anyone out up there, that's because it's late and my eyes are slowly dying, and I accidentally skipped over it, not because I don't want to do it because you know that's not true. Rant over? Yeah, think so X)

As always, open and would be delighted to receive more requests!

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