I do not own of this, please don't sue. P.S, Look up john Thursday, They're a band from the mid-nineties from Chapel Hill, N.C. One of their C.D.s is called "Backseat Magellan." But the song I'm thinking of comes off the first C.D, called "Something in the Way." You'll totally get this.
Burning up My Mind.
"The days have started to blur together since you left." I think to myself. I'm looking at her picture next to what was our bed. It was one of my favorites; she was dressed in a simple, long off-white gown, her shoulders and arms bare. The rest hanging off her breasts, as fabric collected around her neck. Beast had taken it during our wedding. Such a simple thing our wedding was, we just wanted to go to the court house, but her mother had other ideas. There was no big formal party, just those who could come to the boathouse. There was no huge cake, just a three tiered one that she had made the night before. Kurt had married us right there in the gardens where she had stolen my heart.
There was none of the hoopla that filled her first marriage, but there was dancing. The whole ceremony took five minutes, but we, they, everybody danced until dawn started to peek. There was something in the way you moved set my head spinning.
Even Scott and Emma showed up, even though Emma wore white.
I remember that day, the leaves had all changed enough to complement, but not outright rival her hair. No one had felt the nighttime chill except Emma, who had to leave early, claiming cold, but refusing Scott's sweater.
Sometimes, I catch myself thinking that you are still here. Sometimes, I think I can almost feel your warm arms wrap around me and sometimes, when I'm in the shower, I think you'll be there next to me soon, but you don't come.
Scott was given back to us, and the things he had to tell us of Rachel, his and your capture, weren't comforting. He's always looking over his shoulder, always fearing that Sinister would come back for him again, refusing to ever be alone, almost as though he's hiding.
He said that Gambit was taken so that his DNA could be mixed with one of the Grey girls. He presumed that Sinister meant you, as Rachel is too closely related to Gambit. He had said that Sinister had already done as he was going to do, that you were pregnant. With his, or Gambit's, he didn't know. Sinister had used both trying.
As to why he took Rachel, we can't say, Beast seems to think I'm next on the list. Part of me hopes so, as I'll be back with you, I don't care whose child you carry. Part of me hopes that I'm not, just so you don't learn what I did with 'Ro. She's a few months along now, about three weeks ahead of you, from what Scott could tell us.
I wish that things didn't work out this way. I wish that that baby you're carrying was mine. I wish I were a stronger man to not have cheated on you. With my healing factor, drinking was a moot point, but that's beside the matter. Sex was the only thing I could do to get you off my mind. Anyone could have done, but 'Ro was there, she was willing and she was able.
"Logan?" a voice ventures out of my door. "I let myself in." It's Kitty, she hasn't talked to me much over the past few months.
"Whatcha want, Half- pint?" I call out to her, using the pet name I gave her.
"There's something you'll want to see." She tells me knocking on my bedroom door as she peeks her curly brown head in. "Rachel's back."