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A/N; Here's the last part for chapter seven! Enjoy all!

A few mouths melted at the taste of the cakes after a small 'Happy Birthday Caiden' was sung, the toddler getting his own chocolate cake which he shoved both hands into with glee. When asked which kind of cake they wanted, many didn't know which to choose, but Teddy had the obvious solution.

"A small piece of both please!"

And so a lot of plates containing two pieces of cake were passed around, all enjoying the dessert.

"These a'e delicious!" exclaimed Rogue.

"Told you my daddy was a great cook, Marie!" said Lily proudly.

"You sure did honey. You're one lucky girl there."

"Don't encourage her; she'll never tone it down," snickered John.

"That's not a nice thing to say John," scolded Ororo.

But Teddy came to his defense.

"When she starts bragging, Lily doesn't stop Ms. Monroe. She won't stop until dad tells her to or someone pulls on her braids."

As if to prove a point, Teddy reached over Scorpius' head towards his sister but Harry pulled him back.

"You're getting grouchy love. You tired?"

Teddy suddenly leaned against his father, letting out a large sigh and closing his eyes. Harry passed his fingers into the pale brown hair, palm going to rest on his forehead.

"Go take a shower and put on your 'jamies. I'll meet you back at the bedroom, alright?"

Giving a nod, Teddy left, Harry giving what little was left of his cake to the twins before he got up and started gathering the dishes.

"Mr. Potter, it's alright. We'll take care of it," said Kitty, taking the bowls out of his hands.

"I can pick up after my children," he pointed out.

"It's a rule here; if you do the cooking, someone else that ate the meal gets to pick up and do the dishes," Bobby supported the idea.

Before Harry could protest anymore, the teenagers all got up to pick up, giving the father simply the need to care for his children. Picking up Caiden, Harry turned to smile at them all.

"Thank you very much for the great company at dinner. It means a lot to Teddy and to us also. Have a good evening," he said before leaving, the little kids following like ducklings behind him.

By the time everything was put away, it was already eight thirty. Jean passed by the guest bedroom and looked inside to see Harry sitting on a mattress with all of the children cuddled up to him, except for Teddy who was deep asleep in the bed.

The man had a book open on his lap and was reading softly, one of the twins already sleeping between his father's shins, head resting atop a knee.

"Care to join us Jean?" Harry asked, looking up only after he'd asked the question.

"No, I have a few papers to grade tonight. I just came to make sure everyone was settled is all."

Lily got up from the pile up, where she'd been leaning slightly behind Caiden's back, looking down at the picture book. She went over to Jean and hugged her legs tightly.

"Good night," the girl said sleepily.

"Sweet dreams," whispered back the woman.

The child was back to her father's side after that, eyes not leaving the book as he kept on reading. She turned back and headed for her own bedroom, wanting a good shower to relax before she had to correct that homework that she'd had the children hand in.

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Logan headed for the guest bedroom around ten thirty, not knowing if he would be as welcomed as he was with Draco previously. While the blond man was rather strict, he still welcomed the added assurance that Teddy was safely watched and protected. Harry would be a different deal since he was the boy's actual guardian; an added presence around his youngs might not be appreciated at all.

Arriving at the room, he found the door left ajar and he peered in without a noise. The mattresses had been moved around slightly; Lily was shifted close to the door against the wall, sleeping curled up in a blanket with a cat plushy almost as big as her; where the bunk bed used to be, two mattresses were pushed together to accommodate Tyler, Scorpius and Caleb in that very order, the twins cuddled closely to the blond four-year-old; Teddy was on the big bed, in the very middle of it with the blankets thrown off haphazardly; which left Caiden under the window seat, sleeping sideways on the mattress to give the toddler ample room to roll around.

And on said window seat sat Harry, wearing dark green sleeping pants and a very large white shirt that looked ready to fall from his shoulder. His hair was unbound and from what Logan could tell, if he let it grow the man would have thick curls just like Lily had.

"Mind if I come in?" asked Logan in a low grumble, knowing the other man would hear him over the silence of the children's breathing.

"Make yourself comfy," chuckled Harry, green eyes looking over to Logan's brown ones.

The Wolverine trekked lightly until he could sit opposite Harry on the seat, peering down to see Caiden sucking on a pacifier in his sleep.

"Got yourself a lively bunch."

"Wouldn't want it any other way. They keep my every waken moment occupied and I thank the Heavens for it every day that passes."

Both men glanced outside, the moon clear from any clouds giving them all the light they needed to see the grounds bellow.

"Victoria didn't come," said Logan eventually.

"Vic's got work at odd times, but that's mostly an excuse to keep busy. While I've had a 'steady' childhood and went to boarding school, Vic needs to be able to move about and…'explore' the world."

"Would it kill her to come see the cub?" growled the Feral, gaining an amused smile from Harry.

"Oh, Vic has nothing against seeing Teddy; it's the presence of so many mutants combined in one school that stalls the visit. So many different powers, level of strength…can you blame Vic for not wanting Teddy to see the pull of baser instincts?"

Logan gave a chuckle, understanding it all too well. It was after all one of the reasons he had to leave, especially when Cyclops decided to have his fits of masculinity where he challenged Logan's very primal needs. To say it could possible turn ugly was an understatement were Logan to stick around in those times.

Their attention left their thoughts when they heard a shifting. Turning to the side, both watched as one of the twins got up and approached them, eyes barely opened. He managed to avoid stepping on the birthday boy and raised his arms up to Logan, who raised a brow. Trying to determine which of the two it was, with the green eye on the right side, Logan didn't have time to react before Harry spoke up.

"Cal, I'm over here," said gently the father.

The boy blinked, trying to wake up slightly more before he looked from Logan to Harry and back a few times. He then stretched his arms towards his father. Harry had to lean forward and make sure to lift Caleb up first and then towards him to avoid hitting Caiden, which he managed quite well in all things considered, the boy giving a deep sigh once nestled against his parent, cradled like an infant in Harry's arms, who didn't mind at all, even rocking back and forth a few times before settling back against the wall once more.

"Maybe I spoil them too much?" wondered out loud Harry.

"Possibly, but there's a good way and a bad way to go at it. I think yours is considered the good one, but I'm not an expert on the subject," grunted the Wolverine.

"Still good to hear. When are you going to settle down with a mate and have your own cubs?"

Logan looked sharply at Harry, finding this one studying his reaction to the question from the corner of his eye, giving Logan the distinct impression of a hunter evaluating the worth of its prey.

"I'm not good with kids; I wouldn't know what to do with them."

"Raise them, teach them how to live, how to love, how to protect what you hold dear to your heart. Feed them when they're hungry, play with them or find toys to keep them distracted when they're full of energy. Protect them, be it from the monsters under the bed and in the closet, or the monsters that walk the streets who deceive us all by looking so human until the last possible moment when they finally strike out…and you don't need to do it all by yourself. Your mate will be there, and if they aren't; you have other people who can help you out, even if you don't always agreed with them."

Those words left Logan to wonder. He'd trust Ororo and Jean with his kids no question asked, even Rogue was someone he'd be ready to leave his child with since he partially considered her his responsibility. And if it came down to it, he 'could' trust Scott to keep his little ones safe, not that he'd admit it out loud.

But he'd need to find a mate first and no one had really gotten his interest. Sure he had looked at a few people, but more as someone to enjoy a good night with than the rest of his life.

It was around midnight when Teddy let out a sudden yelp in his sleep, followed by whimpering. Harry made to get up, but Caleb let out a whine.

"I've got him," Logan said as he stood, easily avoiding Caiden's form and sat on the edge of the bed, pulling Teddy to himself. "Easy now, I've got ya kid," he whispered in the werewolf's ear.

Teddy cuddled up against him, which made it easier for Logan to gather him up along with a blanket before he went to his previous place, Teddy settled against him just like Caleb was against Harry.

"Thank you."

"It's not problem. I can't sleep anyways, so why not keep an eye on this little guy? He needs it."

Harry's smile was soft, if not completely amused.

"Vic's the same. 'I can't sleep, so why don't I take care of the cub?' Drives Draco up the walls when he tries a new formula and needs to be present. He hasn't figured out yet he only needs to take Teddy to sleep over at his place instead of staying at mine…though Scorpius is always happy to come over for the night."

Logan tilted his head to the side, a frown on his face.

"He mentioned Scorpius' mother and his marriage to her being a farce. What's going on with that? I mean, is she still around? Did they get divorced?"

It wasn't in his nature to pry, but Logan was very interested by these two families.

"Divorced; she's without his title and with no custody of Scorpius. She only married him for the money after all. If it had been up to her, Scorpius wouldn't have been born, or any other children for that matter. It's just luck that Lucius had written in the proposal contract all those years ago that an heir was expected out of the union as soon as possible."

Logan raised a brow.

"So she gave birth and he left with the kid?"

"Something like that. Thing was, an heir was produced, but that didn't mean it had to be kept alive. Some of Scorpius' more ravaging mood swings come from the poison Astoria had started to give Scorpius when Draco was busy helping me with Teddy's condition. It took three months to get proper results, seeing as we had to wait for a full moon to test the potion…it's only after I came back to America that I was told Scorpius had fallen 'ill' during my time there, but Astoria didn't want to 'bother' us with such a little thing while on our work."

Logan could understand Harry's disgust at Astoria's assumption that their work could mean more to Draco than his own son's health.

"Didn't take Draco long to find out what was wrong with Scor. His studies in different ethnic groups had taught him a lot about poisons also. He divorced the bitch and had her stripped of all titles, even her previous ones from before she was married to him, and then he moved to America to help me out with Teddy and get Scorpius back to proper health."

"Neither of you got an easy life, eh? Betrayed by those who promised to be by your side for eternity," sighed Logan, wondering where the world was heading to when a man couldn't even trust his own wife.

Harry got up and placed Caleb back against Scorpius before coming back to the window. He bent down to place kiss on Caiden's forehead before he reached for Teddy, Logan handing over the seven-year-old without a word.

Maneuvering Teddy onto the bed, he climbed on also, looking over his shoulder at the older man with a raised brow.

"Care to join us?" was asked in a low voice, a teasing smile on his lips.

Logan gave a chuckle as he shook his head.

"I know better than to walk on claimed territory," he answered before looking out the window.

It was a good half hour before he looked over again at the bed, Harry's back to him as he cradled the young werewolf in his arms.

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When morning came, Logan was surprised to get woken, as he hadn't expected to fall asleep while sitting on the window seat. Looking around, he noted that Harry and Caiden were gone, leaving him with the five eldest children of the group, all of which were sleeping except for Caleb, who stood in front of him and was shaking Logan's leg with one tiny hand.

"What is it little guy? Where'd your dad go?"

"Food!" giggled the child, his twin shifting awake at his other half's cheerfulness.

Getting up and stretching his arms over his head, Logan gave a grunt before he picked up Caleb, going to collect Tyler also before leaving the room so they wouldn't bother the other three.

"Ready for breakfast then?" he asked Caleb, Tyler having just snuggled up to his warmth and taking his time to wake fully.

"Yes! I'm hungry!"

Arriving in the kitchen, Logan almost laughed as he saw Harry getting all of the food ready. Pancakes, bacon, ham, sausage and Harry was readying a batch of omelet as he chatted with a chirper Caiden.

"Morning," he called out, letting Caleb down while Tyler looked content to stay in his arms.

"Good morning Mr. Logan! Would you care for some breakfast? Nothing beats starting a day on a full stomach!"

"Don't mind if I do," he chuckled, Harry being as energetic as his youngest, not a hint of sleep deprivation on him.

Taking a seat at the table, Harry came over with a plate full of eggs, bacon, sausage and roasted potatoes along with a toast cut in half and a fruit bowl, which was clearly intended for the twins as Tyler dug in and Caleb hurried over to also pick at the bowl.

"Did the boys wake you up?" asked the young father, pouring some coffee in a large mug before placing it in front of Logan.

"I woke up and Caleb was snooping around, Tyler was starting to come around too. I figured I could leave the other three sleeping for a bit longer and bring these two down for you," he lied smoothly, not wanting the child to be scolded.

Harry hummed in thought, eyes looking from one twin to the other, who'd now been joined by Caiden trying to get to the fruits.

"Teddy does need his rest," concluded Harry, not confronting Logan about his son waking up the man.

People started to come into the kitchen, students and teachers alike glad for the prepared food, especially since the variety was wide enough to please everyone's taste.

"Picnics, cakes, large suppers and now breakfast. Is there something you do not do, Mr. Potter?" asked teasingly Scott as he came in while Harry was cooking Kitty's omelet for her.

Harry raised a brow and didn't answer yet, eyes going back to his cooking. It was after Scott had finally gotten himself a cup of warm coffee that the others present noticed that an evil smirk had appeared on Harry's lips.

"Booty calls," he said just as Scott was taking a gulp.

As Harry had surely intended by his very amused smile, Scott choked on his coffee, coughing up a storm before looking over at the young father, who had managed to pull on an innocent and worried face in a matter of a split second.

"Are you alright, Mr. Summers?" asked Harry in a concerned tone, as if he hadn't noticed he was the cause of the choking, much less having done it on purpose.

"Fine, just…fine. Excuse me," gasped out Scott, leaving.

As soon as he was out the door, everyone burst out laughing, Harry leaning against the counter in his mirth.

"Dad? Why do you look like you've just pulled a horrible prank?" Teddy asked as he entered the kitchen, not even needing to really take in his father's appearance to know what he'd been up to.

"Because I may have," sing-songed Harry.

Teddy frowned, his hair going a confused turquoise, juggling between green and blue, his eyes green with golden flecks in them.

"On who?" he confusedly asked, not seeing anything out of place.

"It was a wordplay love, a very bad one at that. Mr. Summers will have forgotten about it before the day is over."

"If we let him," giggled Kitty, taking her plate as Harry handed it to her.

Harry simply chuckled as Teddy took a place at the table, obviously not worried about Scott.

"You left Scor and Lily to sleep in?" Harry asked the werewolf cub, gathering food on a plate for the child, along with more diced up fruits which he dropped into the now empty bowl by Logan, the three youngest boys digging in again with glee.

"Lily wasn't there when I got up. Scorpius 'was' following me."

Sighing, Harry went out of the kitchen, Scorpius coming in a few minutes later, rubbing at his eyes.

"Got lost buddy?" John asked in a teasing voice, leaning forward from besides Kitty.

"No…I sat down for a second," he answered with a yawn at the end.

Kitty and John moved over slightly and made the blond child sit between them, amused as he looked about to fall back asleep again.

"No sleeping at the table, Scor," scolded Teddy slightly.

Something was mumbled but Scorpius did sit up straighter. His eyes shot open when Harry entered a few minutes later with Lily over his shoulder laughing at a high pitch, Harry turning on himself twice very fast.

"Again daddy! Again!" she giggled.

"Nope, miss princess. Time to break the fast. Go sit at the table with the others," he ordered as he set down his daughter.

"Break the fast? Daddy, you're weird," replied the blonde girl, going to take place on Kitty's lap, who was overjoyed at being chosen by the adorable girl.

"So people tell me. Scorpius, wake up for now, you'll sleep in the car later. What do you two want for breakfast? Eggs? Pancakes? Fruits? A combination of said items?" he asked, already having started to load the plates with pancakes; one with fruits on the inside while the other had them on the side as he rolled them up and cut them in small rolls.

"Pancakes with fruits!" exclaimed Lily.

"Fruits with one pancake," said Scorpius after a large yawn, looking more awake at the prospect of sleeping later on.

"Coming right up, your majesties!"

It was said lightly, in clear jest but they could all imagine it. Lily could easily pass as a princess with how she seemed to always get her way so far, except with her father, and Scorpius' heritage was clearly aristocratic enough to be on the line for the throne.

"Thank you."

"Thank you daddy!"

Harry smiled and went back to the counter, cutting two pancakes into little squares and putting them in a bowl which replaced the once again empty fruit bowl in Caiden, Caleb and Tyler's reach.

"Wow, they sure eat a lot!" exclaimed Kitty, looking at the three wondering where all the food could possibly go.

"Children eat a lot, especially in growing phases. It's the same as teenagers, if in smaller portions. I feed them until they stop eating and they'll be less likely to be whining about being hungry in an hour."

"Daddy!" called Tyler.

"Yes?"

"More!" replied Caleb.

Harry raised a brow, as if to say 'Told you so' before he cut up some pancakes once more. Scott eventually came back, keeping away from the coffee this time as he piled himself some food in a plate, Jean joining them as he started to load a second plate, a clearly amused smile on her face.

"No calls?" she asked Harry, not specifying which kind because of the little ears present.

It had the desired effect of Cyclops fumbling with a sausage as he blushed darkly.

"One does have to know when to say no," chuckled Harry, giving a dramatic sigh.

That made Lily and Teddy raise their heads.

"You say no all the time!" giggled Lily.

"Especially to 'Victoria'," piped in Teddy.

Harry's cheeks went slightly pink about then.

"Were I not to say no to Vic half the time I did, you'd be seeing a lot less of us, young ones."

But Teddy was clearly a dog with a bone that morning.

"But when 'Victoria' calls, you answer immediately with a no, even if he's-'she's' not supposed to be coming home yet," continued the seven-year-old, hair going bold orange.

"Finish your food, you have classes soon," dismissed Harry, completely ignoring Teddy's slip of tongue, thought a few gathered did notice.

"Is there a reason why you don't call Victoria mother or mom, Tedrick?" asked Jean, hoping she wasn't being rude or bringing up a taboo subject for the family.

Teddy froze in his seat, fork halfway to his mouth, eyes going to Harry, who had finally sat down at the table with a newly filled cup of coffee.

"Some don't accept titles like tradition wants them to. Vic doesn't want the mother title; actually says that if someone deserves it, it would be me with a 'hen' attached at the end," chuckled Harry, looking down into his black coffee. He eventually looked up and shrugged. "They all know who Vic is so it's alright to skip the 'mother'. Makes for rather interesting conversations, truth be told," he chuckled.

"And you don't mind being called daddy?" asked curiously Kitty.

"Are you kidding? I live for it! The day one of them calls me Harry I'll be preparing myself for my funeral!" he joked, smile almost splitting his face in two.

Charles and Ororo arrived after that, Harry getting up to give them some space to be at the table.

"Omelet?" he asked them, presenting the rest of the batter.

"That would be splendid," said Charles with a nod while Ororo concentrated instead on the rest of the mini-buffet.

It didn't take Harry much time before he was done with the cooking and he collected his children.

"Let's go pack, my minions! Tomorrow we take over the world!" jested the young father, making his voice sound like those cliché old witches seen on television.

The children actually ran ahead of him, doing a race as to who would get to the room first.

"It wasn't just my imagination, right? Something 'was' odd about the Victoria explanation, wasn't there?" asked Kitty, biting her bottom lip.

"There was Kitty, but with time I think we'll get to the bottom of it all," answered Charles, after the conversation was relayed to him thanks to Jean opening up her mind to him.

Logan left then, not wanting to hear what conspiracies the others would guess at, but he did hear Scott's last words.

"And hopefully before anything dangerous happens."

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