A/N: Sorry for the delay! A mean case of writer's block combined with real-world responsibilities means that this story is soon coming to an end! Thanks for reading and stay tuned for an epilogue!

"OH MY GOD!" Marie's southern accent intensified with each push.

"It's crowning! I can see the head!" the doctor, stationed in a tent created by Rogue's legs, shouted out the good news.

Remy's skin was fluctuating between shades of grey and green as he peered at what would soon be his infant daughter.

"Remy, can you see her?" Rogue panted in between pushes.

"Sort of, petite." Remy paled.

Jean rushed over to look. "Oh my gosh!"

Rogue panicked. "What?"

"She has a lot of dark hair." Jean said. Remy, face half concealed by a surgical mask, nodded.

"It's the same color as yours, Marie."

Ororo risked a peak and immediately wished she hadn't.

"I want to see," Rogue requested.

"Here, hold this mirror." The doctor had a nurse produce a hand mirror from nowhere. She handed it to Ororo. There was a moment's hesitation. Then Ororo realized a real friend wouldn't be squeamish. She took a deep, shaky breath, thanked God she wasn't the one who had a kid fighting their way out of her, and dipped the mirror down.

"I see her!" Rogue gasped in amazement before she succumbed to another grunt of pain.

"One more big push and your past the shoulders." The doctor announced.

"Ahhhh!" the screams echoed off of the walls.

"Almost there, mon fille," Remy encouraged.

Rogue crushed Jean and Ororo's hands in her own. "It hurts!" she announced.

"We noticed," Jean muttered, her face red from the pressure Rogue was putting on her fingers. Ororo shot her a warning look.

"You're almost done," she smoothed the younger woman's hair.

Ororo and Jean exchanged nervous eye contact as Rogue let out one long, piteous wail. The doctor was shouting something that could not be heard. Rogue's scream drowned out all sound. At her feet, Remy began bouncing excitedly. Jean leaned over to look and Ororo chanced a glance at the mirror.

"It's a girl!" Rogue's scream subsided and the doctor proclaimed the good news.

A slimy, filthy baby girl came screaming into the world with lungs to echo her mother's. Ororo felt time slow to almost a standstill as the nurses whirled around, cleaning the baby girl off, snipping her umbilical cord and then depositing her into the arms of her mother. Jean and Ororo took a respectful step back to let the new parents crowd around their new bundle of joy.

"She's prefect, petite." Remy kissed his girlfriend's sweat soaked brow.

Rogue rocked the baby in her arms, looking completely spent but jubilant.

"Hello Evangeline," she cooed at the little girl. Remy stroked the dark cap of curly hair carefully, perhaps afraid his touch could hurt the baby.

A quiet little sob drew Ororo's attention. Jean was wiping her eyes with a gloved hand.

"Where's Scott?" she asked, moving towards the door. "I have to tell him I want a baby."

Sniffling, she ran out into the waiting room.

"Any chance that the crying baby in there belongs to you?" Wade's voice sounded at the door.

Rogue rolled her eyes. "Let them all in I guess."

The nurse looked slightly overwhelmed as Logan, Kioni, Wade and Scott all trouped in behind Jean.

"Are you all family?" she asked wearily.

"Pretty much, yeah." Logan grunted, his eyes locked on his little sister.

"It's complicated." Scott put in when the nurse only looked more confused.

"You know what?" Wade leaned over Remy, "you're baby is actually cute. Considering the trauma of being squeezed out of a-"

"Wade!" Kioni hissed.

"What?" he shrugged noncommittally, "I'm just saying, she could have looked like a cone head."

"Did you pick a name?" Ororo quickly drew the attention away from Wade.

"Evangeline Marie LeBeau," Rogue announced happily.

"That's very French." Scott commented.

"It's pretty." Jean complimented.

"Marie, eh?" Logan ruffled Rogue's hair.

"It's a pretty name." Rogue smiled. "She might get more use out of it than me."

The next hour passed like a game of musical chairs. Rogue and Logan's foster dad, Bill, showed up along with Remy's parents. The rest of the group cycled in and out, dividing time between the waiting room, the gift shop and the cafeteria. Pink balloons and flowers threatened to burst out of the delivery room as more visitors arrived bearing gifts.

"How you feeling, Remy?" Ororo sidled up to her surrogate brother. He was curled into a chair, taking a brief respite from the madness of it all.

"Like I'm falling through the air and I haven't hit the ground yet." He admitted.

"Are you scared?" Ororo asked.

"Terrified, Stormy. I don't know if I can do this."

The honest emotion in his eyes prompted Ororo to hug him. "Sure you can. Our parents didn't know what they were doing either. I don't think anyone ever does. And we turned out all right."

Remy smiled weakly. "Well, I've got you here to help, at least."

Guilt welled up in Ororo's chest. "Actually, you've only got me until the end of May."

"What?" Remy's head snapped up.

"Logan got a job doing construction engineering up in Canada. The school up there had an opening for a teacher." Ororo swallowed thickly, cursing the timing of her announcement.

"You're moving?" Remy's face dropped.

"Yes. But to be fair, you are too." Ororo grabbed his hand. "We're all going our separate ways. You and Rogue have a family now. Jean and Scott are newlyweds and Logan and I are going to get married soon. Even Kioni and Wade…"

"I know," Remy sighed. "It's happening kind of fast though, non?"

"It is. And you know what?" Ororo took a shaky breath. "I'm scared too."

Remy chuckled weakly. "Had to happen sometime."

"Hey, we'll be at birthday's and weddings and anniversary's and just-for-fun get togethers for a long time to come. And who knows? Maybe we'll all end up back in the same place."

Remy snorted. "Not likely, chere. You're not getting me up in Canada with the mountain men. You can come visit us for Mardi Gras."

Ororo laughed as Remy drew her in for a hug. Logan wandered back into the waiting room bearing bags of take out.

"You better take your woman some food, dad." Logan tossed Remy a bag.

A huge smile lit up his face. "I'm a dad." He grinned.

"Better get used to the title," Ororo joked.

"Ah," a devilish look crossed the Cajun's face. "My petite already calls me that."

A quick glance in Logan's direction sent him scurrying with a laugh. Logan scowled after him.

"Let's hope Vangie takes after her mom." Logan flopped down in the chair next to Ororo.

"A nickname already, Uncle Logan?" Ororo selected a fry from the brown paper bag and popped it in her mouth.

Logan blushed a little. "Well she's my first niece. And the first baby to join our little pack."

Ororo laughed. "You make us sound like wolves."

"With Wade hanging around saying insensitive shit, that ain't too far off." Logan grinned. Kioni and pulled her boyfriend outside a half hour before, looking furious. Ororo could only imagine the verbal reaming he was about to get about being sensitive.

"So," Logan leaned back into his hard plastic chair. "I told Rogue. Scott and Jeannie too."

"I told Remy." Ororo said.

"I guess everyone knows now." Logan absent mindedly scratched his stubble-dusted cheek. "Only thing left to do now is actually move."

"And throw an epic going-away party." Ororo reminded.

"You going to miss this? Seeing them every day?" Logan asked her a few minutes of silence later.

"Yes. But I'll have you." She set her food down to grasp his hand.

"Seems like a pretty good deal, darling." Logan pulled her into his lap.

"We have to be the next to have kids," Ororo half-joked. "If Kioni and Wade beat us, we'll never live it down. They're moving in together, so they'll have way more time to get the baby engine cranking."

"Let's get to the wedding first." Logan laughed. "Then I promise we'll work on it."

"Can we practice in the meantime?"

"As long as we get a shower and a nap first. We've been here all night. Everyone else is gone." Logan gestured to the empty halls. He stood up and placed Ororo down on the floor.

"Should we say goodbye first?" Ororo gathered up their belongings.

"Looks like they've got enough on their plates at the moment." Logan gestured to the full waiting room where the new parents and grandparents sat cooing over the baby. "Besides, it ain't goodbye." Logan threw an arm over Ororo's shoulder. "It's just a see you later."

With a grin, Logan led her hand-in-hand out of the hospital.

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