Hey everybody! As to the request of the readers I made this chapter longer than the first. Ok so ho hum yeah I've had to make some adjustments to the story because I realized that this story is post last stand and the movie was set in the present. So I had to put this story in the future…technically. So this story would take place in 2029? Yeah it confuses me too. Anyways yuppers hope you guys like this chapter I had to work really hard on it. Thanks a bunch! Almost forgot to mention I don't own any of the characters except for some OCs.

~ Iggypop

Three months earlier…

They were surrounded. How the hell were they supposed to get out of this one he thought? There must have been three sentinels at least. Without him interfering it was hopeless. The team was doing horrible. None of them were working as a team. There were five of them Mason a punk who thought he could bully anyone around until he started taking hits himself from a sentinel. Good thing he had super durability or the kid would have been dead by now. Ava was a quiet bookworm who could manipulate water. What good was her power thought Logan. There wasn't any sign of water for miles; Emily a fifteen year old girl who could transform into any feline. Perfect thought Logan she could cough up a hair ball and the enemy would be down. Jack a sixteen year old telekinetic who could only pick up only fifty pounds with his mind. Ororo said he was a late bloomer but common how was that going to help in a fight. The enemy didn't wait until you finished puberty to strike. Then Alice, she was the youngest at fifteen. She was a telepath but what good would that do in this situation? They were robots they didn't think and they didn't have feelings. Yup thought Logan they were fucked. Then just when Logan thought Mason couldn't take anymore beating he had to stop it.

"End programme!" he yelled.

The simulation ended and the whole class was back in the danger room. Logan rubbed his temples. God he thought. This was going to be a long year.

"How'd we do?" asked Emily.

Logan looked at the group and sighed.

"Let's meet back here around one." Logan turned around and walked to the sliding doors.

"We sucked that much?" asked Mason.

"Worse!" He yelled back to his class with that he walked out of the room.

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"Layla this is most embarrassing" said Ororo. Ororo had loved the position she held as principle for the past twenty years. She never liked how she attained the job and losing her beloved tutor but she found it satisfying nonetheless; except for today.

"She's a bitch".

Ororo sighed never in all her years as principle did she ever think she would have one of her own children in her office and for striking another girl.

"Please Layla, stop cursing." Layla rolled her eyes. Logan had told Ororo that Layla had looked like an exact copy of her. Ororo sighed. She may have looked liked her but she certainly had Logan's foul mouth.

"What in the world made you want to hit her?" She asked confused. Layla remained silent. This hurt Ororo deeply. She always felt of all her children Layla was the most distant towards her. She was always running off to her father for comfort and advice. Just once she wished she would come to her for solace.

"You do realize I have to punish you for this?" Layla shrugged unconcerned. This wouldn't have been the first time she'd been in trouble and it probably wouldn't be the last.

"Acting as your principle you're suspended for four days. As your mother you're grounded for two weeks." Layla gave her mother a hard look. She would take the punishment without complaint like she always did.

"Are we done here?" She asked as she got up from her seat. Ororo nodded and turned to her paper work. Layla walked to the office door and slammed it behind her. Ororo sighed. Layla had always been the most rebellious one out of all her children. She had remembered when she first found out she was pregnant…

Eighteen years ago…

"Ororo, are you alright?" Beast asked. He had been the first to notice her symptoms. She nodded for a split second then ran to the bathroom only to upchuck the remains that were left in her stomach.

"I really think you need to speak to Logan about this." Ororo shook her head at the suggestion.

"Maybe I'm not pregnant. Maybe those tests were wrong." She said hopefully. Henry gave her an incredulous look.

"Ororo my dear, I highly doubt six pregnancy tests could be wrong." Ororo hung her head disappointedly. She was much unprepared for this. What about her job? Who would run the school? Would Logan do? Oh god she thought. What is Logan going to say?

"Logan." Ororo said.

"I have to tell Logan". Henry nodded in agreement and put a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"I'm sure he'll be ecstatic." That night as Ororo was getting ready for bed she felt nervous. She had never felt nervous in her whole life before yet there was this knot at the pit of her stomach.

"You fall in darlin'?" Ororo smiled. My husband the charmer she thought. Trying to gain a little bit of confidence from Beast she walked into the room and laid next to her husband of two years.

"You ok? You were in there for a while." Ororo nodded and snuggled up to him and laid her head on his chest.

"Logan you're happy with your life? Right?"

"What kinda question is that? Ororo what's going on?" Logan asked as he sat up in bed and faced her.

"If something was to…change your life but mine too forever… would you want it to happen?" She searched his eyes now desperately trying to find the answer.

"Ororo you're worrying me. What's wrong??

"Logan, I'm so scared. What if something goes wrong?"

"What if what goes wrong? Ororo what do you mean? Are you sick? You're scarin' me darlin'!" Logan hugged her and stroked her hair. If she was sick they would get through it he thought. If she needed him he'd be there. If she was scared he would be there to comfort her. No matter what he'd be there.

"Logan, you're going to be a father." He stopped breathing. He couldn't feel the air coming into his lungs. Did she say father? He asked himself. He was going to be a daddy?

"I'm so sorry, Logan. I don't understand how this could have happened. I made sure we followed ev-" she was then silenced by Logan's lips.

"Thank you."

"What?" She asked. Did she hear right? Was Logan thanking her?

"I've never had a family before. Not that I can remember anyway. I can stop looking for my past and start a new future; a new family, with you." Ororo smiled and nuzzled her nose into his neck.

"Thank the goddess. Logan, I honestly didn't know what I was going to do if you didn't approve." Logan connected his forehead to hers and looked at her in the eye.

"Darlin' don't be afraid to tell me anything, ever. No matter what I'll protect this family even if it kills me and you know there's very little chance of that happening." Ororo smiled and through the next nine months of her pregnancy Logan was nothing but the best support system she could ever ask for. On May 24th 2011 she gave birth to their twins Connor and Layla. The day they were born the entire school had commented on how each infant looked like the couple. Connor had Logan's facial features and Ororo's blue eyes and Layla had the facial features of her mother but obtained the intense brown eyes of her father. The year the twins turned twelve she became pregnant again giving birth to another baby girl named Kaylin. Kaylin had the potential of becoming a class five mutant. At the age of three she was able to control the winds around her. This excited and scared Ororo. This amount of power in such a young child could prove to be disastrous. She knew all to well what could happen if a mutant lost control of her power. Since then Ororo kept Kaylin under a watchful eye. She would not let her daughter end up like Jean Grey.

The Present…

Now that Ororo was examining her actions she thought that perhaps she didn't pay enough attention to her other children. Layla needed extra attention though just like Kaylin. Would that take away the attention she should have been giving to Connor? It was all so complicated and confusing. Layla was special she knew but that didn't give her any justification for giving Heather Mills a black eye. Or did it? No! Her conscious told her. There are others ways a conflict could be resolved and violence wasn't the answer.

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~Iggypop.