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The next day they took the twins up to the sweet Xavier had given them as a wedding gift. It had two bedrooms, one master bath and one regular, kitchen and living room. They went to the bed room and laid there with the twins. It wasn't long before Emma was asleep and snoring. It was a light snore and Logan found it cute. He picked up the twins and took them to the living room. He laid down on the couch and let the twins lay on his chest. They curled up together like wolf pups. He idly wondered what their mutations would be. He didn't care if they were mutants or not, but he was curious. Just like he wondered if they would have Emma's blond hair, his black, or some combination of the two.
An hour later, Emma yawned and stretched. She needed that. She panicked slightly when she realized the babies weren't with her, then she reached out with her mind and found them asleep in the living room with Logan. She walked out and smiled at the sight. Quietly as she could, she grabbed the camera and snapped a quick picture. Logan looked adorable, his hair was messed up and the twins were curled up together on top of him. They looked like puppies.
She looked into James' mind and saw that he was getting hungry. He whimpered a little which woke Madison. Who started crying at being woke up. James screamed in response. Logan jerked awake, his fists balled. He growled and sniffed, trying to find whatever was threatening his pups.
"I see the parental instincts are in overdrive." She teased.
He calmed down and ran a hand through his hair, making it stand up and look even wilder. "Be quiet Em." The sound of their father's voice and rumble in his chest calmed the still crying twins for a moment. Then they started up again.
He sniffed, "They're hungry."
"You can smell that?"
"No, but it's been a couple hours since they ate." He sniffed again and gagged, "They need to be changed too."
"I don't smell anything."
"Do you want to." He tapped his head.
"No, I'll take your word for it, honey-bear."
They fed the twins and laid them on the floor on a baby quilt 'Roro had made. The babies scooted themselves together and curled up for a nap.
"They're like little puppies."
"I am a wolverine. What did you expect my pups to be?" He wrapped his arm around her shoulders.
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