Ororo stood in her home, at the stove just as her mother had many years ago when that day happened. Standing at the stove while Remy sat at the dinning table just like her father when the walls began to crumble onto them. "Remy! Dear Goddess, Remy! Remy, love please answer me!" she cried out yet there was no answer. She couldn't be heard or seen as the debris came crashing down on them. Her calls slowly faded to the muted mouthing of his name as they became buried by rubble.

Remy studied the slight movements of her face. Her facial expressions appeared to be those of pain as lightening struck in the distance. Beeps began to grate against Ororo's ears much to her annoyance. Her eyes fluttered open to a blinding white light, causing her to close them once again until she felt it was safe to open them once more. Remy's anguish riddled face was the first thing she saw as it morphed to that of elation though his eyes hid behind sunglasses. Dreaming. I was dreaming. A woman's voice to the left of her said, "I'll notify the doctor she's awake now."

Ororo was confused. She croaked, "Doctor? What happened? Where are we?" "We in da hospital, petit. Ya fainted," he replied softly. "How long was I out for?" she asked, her voice hoarse. "About an hour," Dr. McCoy answered as he stepped through the doorframe, closing the door behind him.

"Dr. McCoy, what are you doing here?"

"I was on my way out after delivery an baby when I happened to pass by you being carted into an examination room. I explained that you are a patient of mine. The staff understood my concern and allowed me to examine you."

"Is there anything wrong with me or the baby?"

"No, you both appear fine. This dizzy spell of yours seemed to have been stressed induced, but I must ask and I do so in all confidentiality and understand if you wish to not answer… Are you either of you mutants?"

Remy and Ororo turned to one another in disguised fear and panic. Why does he want to know if we are mutants?! What is planning to do to us?! Dr. McCoy sensed their fright and kicked off his shoes. "May I?" he politely asked, revealing his primate like feet. Ororo and Remy's mouths both hung open in amazement. Dr. McCoy then stepped back into the doorframe of the adjoining bathroom and flipped into the air then hung upside down from the frame. Remy gave a slight chuckle of disbelief. Dr. McCoy proceeded to do a summersault before landing on the floor once again and putting his shoes back on. His glasses remained on the whole time.

Remy applauded as Ororo still sat surprised. Dr. McCoy smiled shyly as he continued, "You see, I have no ill intentions for my reason of asking. I just wonder if your possible mutations could be harmful to you or the baby if more stressful events should arise."

If it meant keeping the baby out of jeopardy Ororo wouldn't hesitate to provide answers to anything he may ask. "Yes, we are mutants." Remy slide his sunglasses off as confirmation then nodded. "I see," Dr. McCoy muttered to himself as he wrote sloppily in his notes. "Well, even if we were to conduct tests on the exact extents of both your mutations we still won't be aware of what the child's mutation and degree of it would be, if there is one at all though the percentage of her carrying the X gene seems high. I can only conclude that given how far along you are into your pregnancy and the importance of you carrying it to term is that you should go on bed rest."

Ororo grimaced but nodded in compliance. The idea of just being home doing nothing irritated her but if it was necessary then she would do so. Seeing her dislike to the conclusion Dr. McCoy said with a smile, "At least you are free to be discharged. No need to stay overnight."

When they arrived home Remy insisted on carrying her up to their bedroom. "Remy I am quite capable of waddling upstairs on my own!" she griped. "Non, Stormy. Ya takin' it easy fo' now on. Ya ain't even gonna lif' a fingah if I'm 'round," he countered then placed her atop her side of their bed. He got into the bed beside her and asked if there was anything he could get her. Ororo yawned, "No beloved. I think I just would like to sleep. This whole ordeal has been quite… taxing." With that she closed her eyes, easing into rest but Remy's whispers tickled her ears to remain alert briefly. She kept her eyes shut as she listened.

"Mon amour, ya papa so, so very sorry fo' scarin' ya mama like dat. I jus' love ya an' ya mama so much. Don' know wha' I do if I los' ya. Bon nuit. Je taime, petit." He laid a gentle kiss on Ororo's roundness. It was a ritual Ororo was unaware he did every night since he first saw the ultrasound of their daughter. He observed the rise and fall of Ororo's chest. Before she awoken in the hospital plots of revenge ran rampant in his head. Making those bastards feel the same pain he did when he caught her limp body in his arms, the fear of her being taken away from him, the fear of losing the baby was his main mission. He brought this pain onto himself, he knew that but they did this to her. They hurt her and he wanted them to hurt immensely. He saw her pain plainly on her face as she laid on the hospital bed unconscious. But then she opened her eyes. Those beautiful eyes that looked like two cool pools he could bathe in, cleansing him of all his previous transgressions. In that moment he realized that his vengeful thoughts were pointless. Only Ororo and the child she carried mattered now. She was breathing which meant her heart was beating, sturdy and strong. She and their daughter were alive and healthy. Remy wasn't much of a religious man but he said a silent prayer of gratitude for their safety.

Ororo awoke to the sound of shuffling. Groggily she opened her eyes and peered at her alarm clock. It was nine am. "Bonjour belle," Remy greeted lovingly. Ororo couldn't help but grin as she replied, "Good morning, beloved." She sat up at once to stretch and was shocked to see him placing a tray before her. "What is this Remy?" With a playful smile he answered, "Breakfast. Peanut buttah filled croissants, scrambled eggs wit' melted cheese da way ya like 'em, fruit salad and a glass o' orange juice. Bon appetite." Ororo was touched by the extent he went to to bring her breakfast in bed. "Thank you, my dearest but I could not eat this without sharing with you." They fed eachother until Ororo had her fill.

Remy then began to rub her swollen feet. "All of this isn't necessary, Remy. You're going to mmm spoil me," she sighed in relaxation. "Non chere, Remy ain't spoilin' ya. Jus' givin' ya wha' ya deserve," he assured as he continued massaging. "I believe you giving me a foot massage the night we met may have contributed to us being where we are now," she lightheartedly mused. "If it meant bein' happily married ta da mos' gorgeous femme in da world an' havin' a bebe wit' her den Remy glad ya hit ya foot 'gainst dat table," he responded completely in earnest. Ororo smiled coyly as her eyes turned downwards to avoid his gaze then glanced through endless lashes back to her husband. Her heart swelled for him as his stung for her.

"Remy, come lay with me."

He did what he was told and enveloped her in his strong arms, a hand planted on her bulging belly. He embraced her securely. Ororo could feel the tension in his whole body pressed against her. She shifted around to face him. "Is something troubling you, my love?" Ororo seemed to have become the one person Remy couldn't conceal his emotions from. The master thief would have felt apprehensive about it if he hadn't trusted and loved her so much. He sighed begrudgingly, "I'm da reason ya fainted. Da stupid shit I did befo'e led up ta wha' happened. I've said an' done thin's ta people in da pas'… Well as da ol' sayin' goes ya reap wha' ya sow. If I knew wha' I done woulda put ya and da bebe at risk… I dunno. Maybe ya pere was righ'. Maybe my bes' still ain't good 'nuff."

A lone tear crept down Remy's cheek as he averted his eyes. He wasn't one to shed tears but at the moment he didn't care. There was no embarrassment to be felt, only the hope that he was wrong. Ororo thumbed the tear away while she said gently, "Remy look at me." Once his glossy claret orbs met hers she continued as she ran her fingers tenderly through his ruddy-brown locks, "Do not think that way. You have done more for our child and me than you realize and we love you deeply. Just focus on our present and future. Do not dwell on what cannot be changed."

Now content, Remy kissed her before saying, "Mon coeur, ya always know jus' wha' ta say ta make thin's bettah. I promise I'ma do righ' by ya an' da lil' one. Ma ange… I nevah been ta inta religion. Lawd knows my mere tried her damnedest ta turn ol' Remy inta a good Catholic boy, bless her soul. But I truly feel like Dieu sent ya ta me… Merci ma ange. I'm so appreciative fo' everythin' ya givin' me." He traced her cheekbone delicately with his fingertips affectionately. Ororo felt the onset of tears building.

"My heart, the only thanks I will accept is you returning the love I show."

"Always Stormy. Always."