Sorry this update is a little late, and for the shortness of it. I was hoping for an actual chapter update, but it's been a busier week than anticipated. I'm determined to further the main plot in the next post, so may take closer than 2 weeks for the next update. As always, thank you so much for reading, leaving such encouraging comments and adding me to your favs/follows/kudos.

Charles aged two and a half

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"Wha'cha doing, chuck?"

Logan had spent a good part of the day tormenting the Summers' brothers outside, putting them up to an exercise drill even he wouldn't attempt to complete in a day, making certain their muscles will be in pain for the rest of the week.

He'd spotted Charles alone in the large library, filled to the brim with books, vinyl records, and magazines, though not the type Logan is known to pick up and read. The boy sat on the ground, atop a thick lavish rug with a number of vividly colored children's books splayed about him.

"Learning th and Zed"

Charles sang the remaining part of his reply.

"The ABCs huh? Lemme have a look at your book there."

The buff man sat down on the sofa nearby, and immediately Charles happily crawled up, making himself comfortable on Logan's lap. The Alphabet book was one of those typically child friendly size and shaped books with thick cardboard pages filled with huge bright and simple words and drawings.

In others words, dull and boring.

Logan knew he had to step in and correct this atrocity.

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It has become a sort of tradition in the house that they'd all gather in the main lounge after dinner and have dessert and drinks in front of the television or an open fire and let the children direct the conversation.

Tonight was no different, other than the fact Charles didn't race to be first into the room, and instead entered last, pulling Logan by the finger with one small chubby hand, and holding his alphabet book in the other. The boy dragged a small foot stool in front of the television, and sat down in the way of the screen, gaining everyone's curious and amused attention.

"I read a sorie? Logan taughts me ABCD today."

Charles' face flush at all the attention and encouragement, straightened himself on the stool and flipped open the book, so that the contents faced his audience.

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"A... is for Ass-Ho!"

"B... is for Boobies!"

"C... is for Comdoms!"

"D... is for Dee-Kiss!"

"E... is for Erie-Cushion!" Charles pointedly looks at Erik in adoration, while the man's jaw hits the carpeted floor, not to mention every male in the room will no doubt have some degree of erectile dysfunction for a few days.

"F... is for Fakkas!"

"G... is for Ga-Dam!"

"H... is for Haa-Don!"

"I... is for Im-Poo!

"J... is for Jiss!

"K... is for King-Key!"

"L... is for Lim-Poo!

"M... is for More-On!

"N... is for Nipples!

"O... is for Or-Gazzam!

"P... is for Pussy Cat!" Logan takes out the cigar from his mouth to say, "No no, just pussy," "Kay, just pussy."

"Q... is for Quee-fu!"

"R... is for Rimming!"

"S... is for Shhh-It!

"T... is for Tits!"

"U... is for Undies!"

"V... is for Vi-Bay-Ta!"

"W... is for Willy!"

"X... is for Xavier, is me!"

"Y... is for Yeesh!"

"Z... is for Zits!"

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Charles shuts the book and puffs up his little chest in utter pride, legs swinging about in exhilaration, completely oblivious to the shock of the others in the room.

Sean has an arm around Jean and Ororo, trying desperately but failing to cover their ears. Alex has his hands covering his brother's ears, much to Scott's annoyance and embarrassment. Hank has his head tilted and Janos looks equally confused, both still figuring out what half the words meant. Angel has spilled her drink out of her nostrils, and is doubled over in laughter, while Emma's hair has turned into their diamond from, because she's so busy trying to contain her laughter, she doesn't have a check on her secondary mutation. Azazel is too busy holding back Raven, who wants to rip Logan's guts out through his throat.

"Logan says they big people words! I'm a big boy now!"

And Erik is still frozen in place with jaw dropped, and couple of veins on his temples threatening to burst. The metal in the room hum and vibrate (a word some of them will not want to hear or use for some time) like a growing migraine. Logan starts squirming in his seat as the Adamantium within him reacts too, and he blows a huge puff of cigar smoke Erik's way.

"Stop that, you're making me ticklish."