Chapter 13: Blue print

"JIMMY GET YOUR ASS UP THE KIT IS COMING!"

Logan, who had been napping peacefully in his lazy boy,now bolted awake at his brother's shouts bleary eyed and in a panic.

"Marie?! What's going on?! Is the baby here?! Is it coming out?! Where's - Fuck! Where's your bag, you need your bag right?!" He tripped over the coffee table, cursed and gave it a quick kick out of the way on his way to the door.

"Marie?! Marie where.. you…. You're not here. She's not even here!" He spun around, shin still smarting from his coffee table run in and was blinded by a flash. He roared, claws coming out and vision clearing just enough to watch Victor double over laughing.

"Your- your FACE-..." Victor laughed harder, waving a Polaroid camera gleefully.

"You mother fu-"

"AND I GOT PICTURES!" The older feral crowd, not the least bit cowed by his brother's wrath.

"YOU ABSOLUTE SON OF A-" The rest of his words ended in a roar and the very pissed off Wolverine dove for Sabretooth's jugular. They went down together with a window rattling thud and rolled like school boys, claws slicing and fists flying. Victor was still laughing, Logan was cursing a blue streak and neither would be giving in anytime soon. Just as one of Marie's paintings went flying, (it formerly held an auspicious spot on the accent wall) the front door opened.

"Sugah yah won't believe the morning ah had, those brats- WHAT IN THE HOLY HELL IS GOIN ON IN MAH HOUSE?!"

There are very few things in this world that could break up a fight between The Wolverine and Sabretooth. A stunned, quickly turning to raging 6 months pregnant Rogue happened to be one of them. The brothers froze, Logan's claws embedded in Victor's side and Sabretooth's teeth in The Wolverine's shoulder.

"Get. Up." Openly seething, she flung an arm out as they scrambled up, gesturing to the mess surrounding the trio. The coffee table that had tripped Logan up earlier was now in pieces, her painting had a tear in the canvas and the living room itself was covered in throw pillow fluff and glass shards. As if to punctuate her ire, the framed pack photo that was hanging precariously came crashing down, taking out one of the hand blown glass lamps on it's way down.

"Darlin' he told me you-" Logan immediately began.

"I didn't know Jimmy was gonna lose his shit-" Victor tried to cut in.

"Ah don't care who did what. Yah get mah house cleaned up now, am ah clear?" Her "borrowed" powers were starting to wake up thanks to her anger and the air fairly crackled with electricity. A breeze that had nothing to do with the door still open behind her tore at their clothes and something gold swirled in her irises. The hair on Logan's arms raised, the air around them snapping with little yellow flashes here and there. Victor shifted, smelling nervous and teeth baring on pure instinct.

"Marie darlin'. Need you to take a breath now." He warned cautiously.

"And ah need yah not tah act like school boys! This is ridiculous, look at what yah did tah mah painting! Ah worked so hard on that one and ah was so proud of it-"Another spark flew off her, landing on Victor and making him yelp.

"Marie. Go on and have a rest, I promise I'll get everything straight." Logan murmured, hands out with palms up. She glared, heading up the stairs with another gust of wind shoving at them as she left. The brothers remained silent until the door of the master suite slammed behind her.

"Your mate is fucking insane Jimmy."

" I hate you."

Later in the day, once the house was back to normal (meaning the ferals had gotten cosy with the broom, dustpan, a tool box and a large roll of duct tape) Marie called a pack meeting.

"Alright, this has tah stop." She began by way of opening things up. The trio had made themselves at home in the kitchen, Marie having divvied up tasks to make the baking run a little more smoothly. Victor was peeling apples, Logan was cutting slices and Marie was rolling out pie dough. A few bread loaves were already cooling in the window sill and two pork loins were in the oven. All and all, things were pretty snug for the little pack.

"Hey, we got things back in order." Victor scowled, stealing an apple slice from the pie mix she was whipping up. She smacked the back of his hand with her spoon and continued.

"Victor this is the third time yah did that tah Logan. We're getting too close now tah the baby comin for yah tah keep messing around like this. Ah won't have it, not when it could affect our response time if the baby is actually coming." She finished rolling out the pie crust and poured in one bowl's contents. One pie might be enough for the brothers, but if she wanted any dessert two would be a safer bet.

"We still have a few months darlin, Hank said you're lookin' real good." Logan reminded her, accepting the spoonful of filling she offered and smacking his lips. Victor rolled his eyes.

"Jimmy, little one is tiny and we got big genes. She's right, we need a plan." He argued, opening his mouth for his own helping. She shook her head but fed him a bit as well.

"So where do we start?"

The mates looked to their pack alpha,who snagged another bit of apple.

"Look, it stands to reason that whenever the kit comes we're going to need to act to fast. And I'm going to screw with Jimmy as long as I can so I think we need something like a code word. That way we can move and get you to cookie monster." He nodded at Marie and she nodded back.

"Okay. It needs tah be something we'll remember but not something we use in day tah day. Um.." She latticed the crust, pricked it with a fork and began to brush an egg wash over the top. "Something like 911 or.. Fire drill! What about fire drill?" Logan frowned in response.

"Like the drop and roll shit? Doesn't the Professor make us tell the brats that?" Victor shrugged at him.

"He does it for a reason Jimmy boy. There's an emergency, you know exactly what to do and where to go. So. Fire drill is off limits. One of us yells fire drill, we know it's time to haul ass" He dumped in a few cups of brown and white sugar over the apples and tossed them together.

" And I think this is a good a time as any to go over the plan in case it happens here." He added a touch of vanilla, giving it a quick sniff and then added a drop more.

"So ah go into labor.." Marie began, laying out the next crust.

"Jimmy loses his shit like a little bit-" Victor began to add and then getting a crack on the knuckles with Marie's spoon.

"Ah go into labor and say fire drill. Logan sugah, yah get mah bag and help meh into the truck. Victor, yah call Dr. McCoy tah let him know we're coming and the baby is on it's way, then follow us tah the school. Easy enough." Victor's apple filling was tumbled into a pie plate over the crust and Logan added little pats of butter over the top at Marie's prodding. The men nodded their agreement and the pies were carefully slid into the oven. They were ready.

&&&&&& - Sooooo little Darcy's, what do we want the gender to be? Hmm? And do we want to see interaction

following the birth of little skunk?

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