A/N: Sorry for the delay in posting! Thanks to all you readers out there!

"He still hasn't called."

It was 4 pm on the Tuesday afternoon after Logan and Ororo's argument. Ro had played the remorseful girlfriend, leaving only two messages on her boyfriend's phone and respecting his space. On Monday she was irritated that she hadn't heard from him all weekend, but on Tuesday morning, she was pissed off.

And now she was irate. If he was trying to punish her, it wasn't working; the guilt she had felt all weekend and faded and was now replaced with the searing hot anger of being ignored. In the past they had never played these games, but it seemed that now that they were adults Logan was not above acting like a child.

"He hasn't called me, either." Rogue called from the next stall over. They were trying on bridesmaids' dresses. Ororo was drowning in layers of tulle and lace.

She pushed a pile of fabric away gently with her foot, waiting for the seamstress to return. Selecting Jean's dress had been a project; the red head had narrowed her choice down to five dresses. Her best friend had taken her time putting them on and modeling them, to many appreciative "ohhhs" and "ahhs" from her support group. When Jean finally settled on a gown, a tight-fitting, mermaid tail number with a long veil, she announced her "surprise". Ro and Rogue were being fitted for bridesmaids' gowns.

Ororo was stuck in the dressing room now, being fitted in a strapless lavender and chiffon gown that fell just above the knee. The dress was Ro's favorite by far; it was comfortable, not too tight-fitting and would allow her to dance (and allow Rogue's stomach to grow). She spun in it experimentally, admiring herself in the mirror and wondering what Logan would think. The thought of Logan immediately ratcheted her irritation back up.

She'd left her boyfriend a voicemail this morning before breakfast and had resisted the temptation to call again. But the phone in her bag was beckoning her like a Siren. It never occurred to her how much she and Logan kept in touch throughout the day with texts and phone calls. Not talking to him was like having her umbilical cord cut.

"Roro, you look beautiful!" this time it was Jean who squealed in delight as Ororo walked out to model. Marie followed her a moment later and Jean dissolved into more shrieks of pleasure.

"Nice choice, Jeannie," Rogue complimented her.

"It will look nice on my cousins too!" Jean said. Ororo was maid of honor, but Rogue was one of three bridesmaids. The other two were Jean's cousins, women Ro had met in the past and got on fairly well with. Scott's groomsmen were Remy and Logan and a friend from work, with his brother Alex serving as best man.

"It seems more real now, you getting hitched," Rogue announced as they paid for their dresses. "It's not that far away."

"I know," Jean sighed dreamily. "I can't wait. Being married is going to be amazing. You guys are going to be next, just wait and see."

Ororo snorted. "I can't marry Logan if I kill him first."

"Still no call?" Jean asked, sympathetically.

Ororo recounted her complaints to Jean.

"I would say give him some time, but this seems like a big reaction from him." Jean said.

"It would have been better if he just yelled, like normal." Rogue agreed.

"Yelling I can handle. But this just pisses me off," Ro checked her watch. "He gets off in an hour and a half. I might go over there and do some yelling of my own."

"Easy, Roro. Don't make it worse." Rogue cautioned.

"Fine. I'll go over and be a rational adult. That'll show him," Ro griped with no real venom. Jean laughed.

"Well, let's at least get dinner first," Jean said. "Call Kioni, we can try that new Italian place."

Kioni's phone rang twice, and then went to voicemail. "I guess she's busy," Ro returned her cell to her purse.

"No one's answering their phone today." Rogue joked.

The food at the restaurant was great, and any other time Ro would have savored the meal and enjoyed the company of her friends. But she had a bone to pick with her boyfriend, and that took precedent. By 6:30 she was in his car, heading for his apartment.

She stood at the door, ringing his buzzer to no avail. In the end, his neighbor let her up as he came in. She knocked on his door, and then ultimately used her key to get inside.

"Logan?" there was no answer. She dropped the keys on the counter. The sounds of the shower drew her attention. "Hello?" she tried again, poking her head into the bathroom.

"Ro?" the shower curtained whipped back a fraction, revealing her boyfriend in all his wet, shirtless glory. But Ororo was not going to be distracted by muscles.

"I came to make sure you were alive." She planted herself against the sink. "Did you break your phone? Lose the charger?" her eyebrow arched up.

"No." Logan turned the faucet off. "I got your messages."

"So you're just ignoring me then?"

"Damn, Ro. It's only been a few days. You act like I left town or something." He seized a towel.

"And you act like it's normal for us to not talk for four days. "

"I'm mad at you, remember?" he stepped onto the tile floor.

"I thought you were disappointed." She blocked his exit.

"Ro, did you come over here to start a fight?" he sighed.

"I came over to see why my boyfriend is still not talking to me. "

"And I just told you." Logan tried to shoulder past her.

"Look, I'm not the one who got pregnant. And I'm not the one who was responsible for telling you. That was Marie's job. So stop taking it out on me."

"You're right, darling. You've got me all figured out," the sarcasm took the warmth out of his pet name. Fired up, Ro let him out of the bathroom and followed him into the studio.

"Maybe not. Maybe the real problem is that your little sister got knocked up and you're not man enough to talk about it with me like an adult."

Her words drove him to turn around. She wanted his anger and she had found it. "And this is mature? Ambushing me in the shower?"

"Seems like the only way I can get a hold of you." She countered. "Since when do we do this, Logan? Not tell each other when things upset us?"

"You started it," the argument was childish and it showed on his face.

"I said my piece about that. I apologized. I gave you your space. And I don't feel bad anymore. The only one keeping this fight going is you. So what's the problem?"

Logan looked at her long and hard, initiating a Mexican stand-off in the middle of his studio apartment. Ororo held his gaze. Long seconds dragged by.

"I don't want to talk about it," he said at last.

"Tough. Because I'm not leaving here until you do." She plopped down on a kitchen stool to illustrate her point. "So, baby, how was your weekend?"

There was a long pause. Then finally, "Awful." Another pause. "Yours?"

"Terrible. I missed you." Ororo responded.

"I missed you too." Still in his towel, Logan sat down on his bed to face her. "I was just…" he trailed off.

"I know you're upset. And worried," she stood up and walked over to sit next to him. "I am too."

Logan chuckled bitterly. "I don't think either of them is ready to be a parent." He admitted.

"But they're going to be anyway." Ororo took his hand. "They'll be ok. Somehow, it will work out. And if not, we can just steal the baby and run to Canada." Logan looked at her in alarm, but seeing her smile, began to laugh.

"I'm sorry, darling." He said.

"Me too."

There was a moment's pause. Then, without warning, Logan yanked her towards him and flattened the both of them on his bed. Ororo gasped, feeling the comfortable weight of her boyfriend pressing into her. She groped for his shoulders, dragging her fingers over every inch of him she could get to. Logan trailed his lips over her face, her neck, her chest. Logan's towel fell to the floor as the two of them spent the next hour proving just how sorry they were to one another.

The sound of her cell phone woke Ororo up. She groggily murmured a hello to her roommate.

"You called earlier?" Kioni asked.

"Just to see where you were."

"Are you at Logan's?" Kioni asked.

"Yes. Where are you?" Beside her, a still nude Logan rolled over and draped his arm around her waist.

"I'm with Wade." Kioni rushed the sentence a bit. Ororo's interest was immediately piqued.

"He's back?" Ororo leaned up on her arm.

"He came back while you were out. He was hungry and wanted to thank me for watching Cable."

"And?"

"And now we are going to see a show." Ororo detected the glee in Kioni's carefully controlled tone. "I am just letting you know—"

"I won't wait up for you," Ororo laughed. "and I think I'll be here with Logan for a while more. So if you beat me home-"

"I will not wait up for you either," Kioni said. "I am glad you made up."

"I'm glad you're getting action with our hot neighbor." Ororo said. The two of them hung up, both laughing.

"What's up, Ro?" Logan dropped a kiss on her abdomen.

"Nothing." She smiled at him. "Everything's fine." She patted his arm. "Let's go to my apartment. I want to show you my bridesmaid's dress." She started to swing her legs out of bed but Logan stopped her.

"In a minute," he told her, pulling her back down and against him.

Giggling, Ororo fell back into bed.

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