Chapter 14: Why, Hello.

Logan watched K sleeping next to him on the drive out to his cabin. He'd thought long and hard over where they should go, but the possibility of her neighbor Bill poking' his nose in had him irritated. He still wasn't sure what it was about Bill that had him on edge, but he just couldn't bring himself to trust the guy. He tried to brush it off to the fact that Bill had admitted he had a thing for K, but that on its own didn't feel right. There was something else – something she missed, likely from their longstanding friendship that she overlooked.

But it really didn't matter for this trip. No one bothered him at his cabin except maybe Sabretooth or SHIELD. He wasn't worried about Creed, and so long as Fury didn't want his ass kicked across the Rockies, Logan figured that the two of them should be in good shape.

On arriving at the cabin, Logan started unpacking their supplies, and K carried in more than he wanted her to, just ignoring him as he told her to stop. He ushered her to the bedroom and got her to lay down there while he got something cooking. He'd promised Henry that he'd make sure she ate, and although K was complying, she was already getting tired of the special treatment everyone had been giving her. Being spoiled was one thing, this didn't feel like getting spoiled.

But to Logan's credit, he didn't mention once that she 'had to do' anything as was common at Xavier's. His concern was with her, of course.

And in the lab, Henry had hypothesized that her declining condition had to be based on the hormones in her system, otherwise her healing factor would have blasted it. As he explained to them, the dizziness, fatigue, and delicate stomach were symptoms that all with the baby was well, and there was nothing they could do about it, other than just try to keep her just above survival mode.

Meanwhile, to keep their minds off of tiny hands and feet, Jean and Scott were fielding trouble calls left and right. It seemed that after months of nothing going on with the Brotherhood, everything decided to happen at once.

Scott was beyond relieved that Logan had refused to fly to his hideaway, otherwise he would have had to call him back in to lighten the load, but the truth was, he was just as concerned for K's health as Logan was. And for as busy as they were, he still found himself considering calling him back in a few times.

As he headed into yet another total disaster that would only look bad for them in the press, Scott found himself hoping that K would at least have a better perspective when they got back. Especially since, against his advice, the women had already decided that they'd have to do something special for K on the feral's return. He could see that Jean was deflecting, and enthusiastic, so he just crossed his fingers that it wouldn't blow up in her face.

It took K nearly a whole week to destress and start to come back to herself. Part of it was the quiet and the isolation from all the people in their lives. Another part was the way that Logan was taking care of her – giving her space when she needed it, showering her with affection when she was over being alone, and bringing in fresh game. That was something she'd been missing.

To a northerner who loved the woods, nothing was better to her than some good venison, and she hadn't killed any at the institute under the assumption that they were more like Logan's pets than legitimate game.

But when he came in with fresh back straps, she realized that was an error on her part, and as it turned out, it was exactly what she needed. Her appetite and energy level began to steadily rise as she got more game and fresh berries in her system, and it had taken him back a few paces to see how quickly it made a difference. By the end of the week, she was even back to picking.

"So my girls need wild meat?" Logan asked after she'd gotten downright frisky and knocked him onto the couch to kiss the sense out of him.

"Guess so. Thank you for this," she told him as she nipped at his neck, showering him with affection. He leaned back, letting her do her thing, returning her advances in kind and deeply enjoying how she was choosing to 'thank' him. He was thinking to himself that he could live with hiding in the woods with her on a more permanent basis if this is what she wanted to do to say thanks.

After another week, the two of them headed back. K was more or less back to herself. It was pretty clear to Logan anyhow that she just needed the trees and fresh air, which … he could definitely understand.

On arriving back at the Institute, Logan crawled into bed with his wife, more than willing to lavish a little more attention on her before facing their extended family. For as long as the trip was, both little ferals needed to recuperate from the drive.

The next morning, Logan slipped out of bed and into the woods before K got up. If venison was what she needed, then he was going to make sure that's what she was going to get.

K woke up to the smell of fresh blood. Confused, she sat up quickly and looked around. There was no sign of injury to herself, but Logan was gone. She hopped out of bed and looked around the little boathouse, and when she saw no sign of any problems, she stepped outside only to stop dead in her tracks when she saw the half butchered deer hanging in a tree nearby with Logan working quickly with Kurt to finish the job, though Kurt was clearly there more for support than anything else.

"You didn't have to do that," K told Logan quietly as he tossed another chunk of meat in the basin next to him and Kurt paused from his coffee to smile her way with a little wave of his tail.

"Sure I did. If it keeps you from feelin like crap, I'll do it," Logan told her with a little smirk. "Besides, I'd rather stick to this myself, too." He didn't want to say more, instead, turning back to the job at hand.

She watched him for a moment, her arms crossed over her stomach before she turned to head back inside. "I'll have breakfast ready in a few," she called out to them. "Kurt - you're sticking around right?"

"Of course," he replied before he teleported over to escort her back inside. "I'll make the coffee. You should just relax."

"You're spoiling me," she accused before he kissed her cheek and set to work.

"Yet you act like that's a bad thing," Kurt said with a smile before he got started on the coffee. "I'm simply glad to see you back to yourself. You had us worried. All of us."

"Wasn't on purpose," K pointed out as she ignored his request for her to relax and instead got started cooking alongside him. The two of them worked together - and K watched out the window as Logan finished up.

She was sure someone at the mansion would have something negative to say about the hunting, but she didn't care right at the moment. Logan was right – nothing was better that fresh game, and it's not like they were going to clear out the herd by taking one here and there.

It wasn't long before Kurt tried to get her to relax again, and emphasized his point by pushing a cup of coffee in her hands and giving her a look that was a clear dismissal. "I told him I'd handle things," Kurt said. "So please. Don't make a liar out of me."

"Fine," K replied with a shrug, though it really wasn't long before Logan came in and the two of them made a little fuss that was well covered with Kurt filling them in on the happenings that they'd missed out on.

The little group took the fast route up to the mansion, and Kurt was grinning when K elected to simply lean on him with a hug rather than her usual of swearing under her breath at the dizziness that teleporting brought with it.

Of course, most of the group was gathered by that time, and enjoying coffee - happy to see the little couple, and K took the cue when Jean waved her over asking how the little break was.

When Hank talked to her about the improvements to her health, he wasn't surprised in the least to hear that it seemed to be largely diet based. "I should have thought of it – you both need more protein when you heal. And although you're not injured, I'm sure the issue is the same." Hank commented, very pleased with her improved condition.

"You boys are so obnoxious," Jean said, rolling her eyes before she took K by the arm and headed off down the hall with her. "Don't let them bother you."

"I really try not to," K agreed as she gave the men a little scowl over her shoulder. It was no shock to see that Scott and Hank were still discussing things seriously, though Logan was watching her - and gave her a little wink before Jean pulled her into her office so they could at the least be away from the Type-A planning session Hank was so obviously glad to be a part of.

In the weeks that followed, Jubilee, Chloe, and Zoe had taken to following K around when she was at the mansion, all of them at one point or another telling her with a fair bit of regularity how cute they thought K's bump was – which irritated her to no end. She was headed over to have coffee with Jean and Ororo when once again … that word sailed over her head in a giggle from the girls.

"Stop it," K growled out finally. "It's not cute. Or adorable, or … whatever other horsecrap you want to throw at me. Just … stop it."

The sound of a shutter went off and K turned with an exasperated growl Jubilee's way as the teen defended her position. "No really! Look - super, super cute."

"Jubes -"

"No, come o-n-n-n," she whined, smiling at her as she dropped her shoulders and made a show. "Give me this. This whole house is so starved for a baby it's ridiculous." She shoved the phone into K's hand. "Look … you're so tiny … and so not."

"You're an awful, evil little girl."

"No … that's my little tiny sibling right there. And further proof of how freakin' elated my 'chosen' dad is, even though I keep telling everyone he's the best big brother anywhere." Jubilee took hold of her arm and leaned her head on K's shoulder. "And … like it or not, you are abso-freakin' adorable."

K let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of her nose as Jean tried valiantly to not smile behind her coffee cup where she and Ororo were waiting for K.

It was obvious that K could see nothing cute about it, though Jean in particular was more confused by her down reaction than anyone. This is good, K. I promise, Jean projected out, and K met her eyes and let out a sigh, knowing full well how much Jean in particular was pushing through her own issues to be downright excited for the two ferals.

But that didn't really do much to change how K felt when she looked in the mirror. And it didn't change the fact that quite frankly, it hurt. All the time. And for someone with issues about being touched, the well wishing had been getting too invasive for her. Various teammates would greet her with a warm hug then rest their hand on her belly hoping to feel the baby kick, and it had her ready to remove someone's hand.

But it was incredibly hard to admit that to a woman who had been trying for oh, so long to get into exactly the situation K had found herself. So, she forced the melancholic thoughts from her mind as best as she could, drew herself up to her full, towering 5'2" and made her way over to join Jean and Ororo. There was no way she was going to admit to either of them that what lay ahead for her was positively terrifying. Nope. No way in hell.

Which, all things considered, was precisely why, when Jean pulled Logan aside a few hours later to ask his thoughts on doing a shower for her, he immediately bristled. "Not a good idea," Logan warned her, with a deadly serious look on his face.

"But that's what you're supposed to do!" Jean objected, smiling. It was clear just that fast to him that she actually thought she could talk him into it. So she simply looked that much more confused when he shook his head again.

"Come up with something else. She's not going to go along with that at all. Fer christsakes, Jeannie, she was ready to cut Scott's hand off this morning for touching her. Don't … do ... it," he reiterated in his most deadly serious tone.

Jean huffed and crossed her arms, obviously let down, not ready to give up - and apparently already entertaining thoughts on what exactly was required. "She didn't want the wedding either, but that was amazing," Jean argued.

"Yeah," Logan said slowly, nodding his head once. "But, that was different, and I agreed with you girls on that. Just, trust me on this one. It's a Very Bad Idea." He held her gaze for a long moment, finally turning away from her to head off to the danger room. "If you don't mind … me an' Slim got a few new sims to work over."

Jean frowned as he watched him go, her arms crossed over her chest. Clearly he didn't realize that this really was a big deal. She narrowed her eyes and worked her jaw back and forth, just thinking it all over. There had to be a second opinion that would work with her. She turned her head and then focused on the giggling coming from the next room over. Jubilee had spent a lot of time with K lately. She'd be a good second opinion.

Jean smiled to herself in what was decidedly a lot more focused way, intent on her plan as she made her way over and explained to Jubilee what she wanted to do - in hushed tones, of course. No telling where K might be now that she wasn't teaching her riding classes anymore.

"Oh man." Jubilee looked torn after hearing Jean's argument. It was just that convincing. "I want to do that like, so bad, but no." The little firecracker was shaking her head in a determined way. "I don't think that's going to work. She like really hates the attention right now."

Jean didn't even try to hide her open disappointment. She was sure Jubes would jump at the chance to shop. Frustrated, she left the girl to try yet another opinion, though admittedly, she was even starting to see their side of it. Particularly when she saw K staring out the window at the treeline and absently stirring her coffee with her hand propping up her chin.

Jean drew in a breath and tried to convince herself that the little woman would appreciate it … ultimately, but when she finally cornered Kitty and Storm to get them in on her plan, both of them immediately said no.

"She's not going to stand for it, Jean. And she'd hate you if you pushed her right now. You'd be better off to throw something after the baby's here. Everyone will want to see her anyhow." Kitty said reasonably.

"You know what … you're right," Jean said, looking almost surprised at Kitty's insight. "That's … that's kind of perfect actually." She grinned at her then took Storm's hand as it was clear the two resident party planners had work to do.

Classes started at a chaotic time for the team. Because, naturally, it couldn't start peacefully.

Scott, Logan, and Storm in particular were burning the candle at both ends. If they weren't in class, they were all out on separate missions with various other team members joining them as they were needed. Most of the runs were simple pick up missions, but it seemed like Logan was getting all the hard cases, routinely coming in looking like he'd been through the wringer. He barely got to see K, and when he did, he was always grateful that no matter how singed or shredded he was, she happily wrapped her arms around him and greeted him in a manner that made him glad to be home.

It was after a particularly rough early morning mission that he simply passed out, barely having made it to bed. He was still wearing what was left of his uniform, and was still wearing his cowl. He didn't move when K stripped him down and jockeyed him under the covers. When he didn't wake up at the alarm a few hours later, she took pity on him and decided to cover his History class. She brewed a pot of coffee in case he woke up, left a little love note next to his cup, and headed up to the school, coffee in hand.

Jubilee thrilled to see her as she took his place. "Are your credentials his shirt that you so so totally stole?" Jubilee giggled before the rest of the class could file in.

"Yes. Yes, that's exactly it," K agreed, nodding slowly as she hopped up onto his desk, facing the class - her coffee at her side. "The magical powers of the history flannel."

She ran the class much in the same way Logan did - though she asked what era they were discussing - and went over it with her own take on events - just to illustrate that even though World War Two was horrible, outside of the battlefield, the world was still marching on - even if most of it was dedicated to the war effort. The kids were particularly entranced by her account of what was going on stateside while all the men who were capable were overseas.

When class was over, K simply headed back to the boathouse, to find Logan still asleep. He didn't have anything for the rest of the day, so she dressed down and joined him, inadvertently waking him as she pulled the covers up.

"Gotta get to class," he mumbled as she turned to him and kissed him gently, cuddling into him.

"Class is over. You don't have to do anything right now," she told him. "I covered for you."

He smiled, though he didn't open his eyes as he nestled his nose in her hair, enjoying her scent and playfully nipping her. She was perfectly happy to stay that way too, until she felt a sharp pain in her side, not long after really getting comfortable. It was enough to startle her out of her blissful moment. She tried to not bother him, ignoring the pain for the time being.

But he woke up a short while later when she slipped out from under his arm and sat up. Her feet were already over the edge of the bed, and she was clenching her side as she curled up on herself, clearly in pain as she held her breath. And that was absolutely not something he wanted to wake up to. "Sweetheart, come on, you're goin' to see Hank," Logan said seriously as he pulled on some jeans. K shook her head no, waiting for it to pass. "I'm not askin' darlin'," he told her, just before he scooped her up and simply carried her up to the med lab.

"You don't have to do this," K argued through gritted teeth. "I can walk," she told him as she halfheartedly held on to him, nearly biting through her lip as she tried to focus on something else.

"I'm not arguing that. I just want to make sure you get there a little quicker," he replied before he kissed her forehead.

Hank spent exactly two seconds watching them as Logan carried her into the med lab before he drew a shot to stop her labor and approached with a collar. As soon as she was in a bed and the shot was administered, he instructed Logan to help her out of her clothes. She allowed him to help with her bottom half, but drew the line at removing her shirt. "If you do that you're going to make me stay," K argued as Celia drew a curtain around the two of them and started her exam.

"Well that was going to be the case anyhow. We have a small problem," Celia said as she looked up at K. "You're pretty far dilated, and you may end up having this baby today if we can't stop it. If you can manage to wait two more weeks, I'll be happy." Celia gave her a strict look before she started adjusting medications.

"At least the next twenty four hours," Celia told Logan. "You can go if you have somewhere to be. She'll be safe with us."

Of course, he wasn't going to do that - not when K had looked so disappointed in the news. Instead, Logan simply pulled up a chair and gave her a kiss before he sat down with her. The lab wasn't the most relaxing of places - particularly when something like this was an issue.

Celia and Hank spent the next few days hitting her from all sides, trying to make sure that the little one wasn't going anywhere.

Finally, Celia removed the collar sent her home with strict instructions to stay off her feet, and to come back if she had any pains - anywhere. K grumbled under her breath when Charles caught them on their way out. "It might be wiser to have the two of you stay here in the mansion until this is over. It would be easier for both of you, I'm sure, to have more backup," Charles said

"Let me guess," Logan said. "You have the old room ready for us." Charles smiled at them as K shook her head.

"How long have you been planning this?" K asked, though Charles' smile only widened before he turned and left the two of them shaking their heads.

"I'll take care of it," Logan promised, and almost on cue, Jean turned the corner and took K's arm to lead her off.

"She'll be in my room with me," Jean told him with a little wave, though K shot Logan a look, convinced that this was already planned out long ahead of time.

Later that evening, after running amok of a chemistry lab with Hank, Jubilee stumbled into the kitchen with Chloe and Zoe - all three of them stained a rainbow of colors and giggling. But the three of them stopped short when they saw Logan there, reading a newspaper and drinking a beer.

"Um. Shouldn't you be heading back to the boathouse to take care of your lady?" Jubilee asked.

"No," Logan said easily. "We're back in the house until baby gets here."

In short order, Jubilee reached over and grabbed the paper, shoving it down so she could see his face. "You're kidding, right?"

Logan shook his head. "Back in my room for now. Won't be long," he replied. But he didn't get to hear more of her thoughts when she simply tackled him - upending him from his chair as she took him right to the floor.

Three weeks later, Logan was on a mission when K started having trouble again, this time with a vengeance. Had it not been for Scott checking on her, she'd have been in big trouble, too. She had tried to head down to see Hank when it hit her in full, and took her to her knees before she got out the door. It was sheer luck that Scott was bringing her some lunch on a whim, and let himself in when she didn't answer his knock. He found her on the floor on her hands and knees, clearly in pain, and he rushed to help.

"I've got you," he told her as he picked her up, totally not expecting the total surrender from her as she wordlessly went along with him. He got her to the lab, but it was an uphill battle. She was progressing quickly, and Celia declared that it was time to just ...let it happen.

"I'll call Logan," Scott said, looking for something to do and at a loss when he knew that both Logan and Kurt were out together on a tricky mission.

"No," K shouted at him, finally breaking her silence. "Let him finish his job."

Scott gave her an incredibly dry look that clearly showed that there was no way he was going to stand by and let her go through this alone, while simultaneously pissing off Logan for NOT calling. "Right. That's not how this is going to happen," Scott said flatly before he turned to leave the room, shaking his head the whole way.

K swore under her breath as Celia left her for a moment to check on her lab work. She felt like her back was breaking - one vertebra at a time. Hank was concerned, but Celia stopped him when he moved to get K to get into bed. When the two doctors looked like they were preoccupied, K decided to leave, her instincts telling her to get the hell out of the lab.

She'd managed to make it just out the door before Celia rushed behind her. "Wait! Where do you think you're going?" Celia shouted to her as the door closed.

But K pointedly ignored her, trying to make distance before another contraction hit her. She didn't make it far, and before she could get her bearings about her, Logan and Kurt appeared at the end of the hallway, having teleported back after Scott called. She cringed and turned, leaning on the wall as it hit her again, trying to ignore it as the two men came toward her. She even slapped at their hands when they tried to guide her back to the lab. "Go … back to work," K growled out and Scott made his presence known as he stepped back into the hall from the hangar.

"You can't do this, K. You need medical attention," Scott told her. There was no warning as she popped her claws at him, and Scott barely backed out of the way.

"Go on, Slim, I got her," Logan said, waiting for the pain to pass from her face before he stepped in to try to talk some sense into her. "Sweetheart, it's not for you, it's for her. What do you wanna do?"

"Air. I need air," K replied and Logan simply nodded, supporting her as they made their way outside. They weren't far when Celia came rushing out to them, and put a comm in Logan's hand.

"Call when she needs help," she told him, trying to allow them the space K so clearly needed.

The two ferals walked on until they were in the woods, stopping from time to time as she needed to, waiting for the contractions to pass. She knew it was a matter of time. She knew there was no avoiding it, but she was fighting instincts that were telling her isolation was the way to go - not … medical intervention.

The constant aching eased considerably when her water broke, but it just made her that much more torn, since … the next part would require Hank. And there was no getting around it. But that didn't help the urge to hide ebb in the least. She took a deep breath and stood up a little straighter, looking at Logan as if she didn't know what to do with herself, until the next contraction finally hit her, much harder than before, forcing her to hold onto him, leaning forward as it brought her to the ground.

And for Logan - enough was enough. He turned her towards the mansion as he hit the button on the comm to call for help.

"No, I need to be outside," she squeaked out, with Logan on his knees next to her, half wrapped around her.

"Sweetheart, I get it. I do. The fresh air helps when you're hurtin', but now is not the time, and you know it. You gotta trust them and go in now."

She wasn't answering him at all, and on cue, Kurt appeared in a swirl of smoke to join the two of them - and simply relocate them to the lab. Where things happened very, very quickly. The collar was on her in a flash, and when she threatened to stab Hank, Logan leaned into her, and kissed her ear. "If you gotta stab someone, stab me," he told her as he kissed her forehead. She considered it for a minute, and instead she bit him when Celia set her up with the spinal so they could operate.

After that, there was a whole lot of Logan muttering quietly in her ear that she was safe as her heart raced … being strapped down and unable to move wasn't incredibly encouraging to someone that had gone through other medical trauma, but the collar at least stopped her from feeling most of it.

A short while later, the baby's squeaky cries echoed in the lab causing everyone to relax. Logan kissing her head as she finally let out a breath. She was pale from blood loss as Celia cleaned up the little one and Hank worked on getting everything closed up … not that it would be necessary once the collar was off, but it was a point of contention for the blue doctor that she not going to come back to her abilities fully opened from surgery.

Celia handed her the bundled up little girl and removed the collar, which, of course gave K a few long moments of just … closing her eyes and holding her breath while things knitted back into place

When all the medical necessities were finished, Celia slipped in to check on K and Logan took the little one. "I think you're all healed," Celia said, as she pressed on K's abdomen. "Does this hurt at all? Because for anyone else … it would."

"Healing factor?" K offered in a rasp as she swung her legs over the bed, obviously planning on heading to the showers. Logan was sitting across the room with the little one asleep on his chest as he held her.

"It's just not … what I expected. Seeing as this would have a permanent impact," Celia said with a frown, before she shook her head. "You're still pale. I'm going with you to the showers. If you've got your figure back to how it was before, I'm going to have to slap you."

K looked at Logan over her shoulder with a grimace as she headed off, planning on washing off all the blood.

Upstairs, Jubilee was biting her nails and pacing in the living room, having seen when Scott had taken K downstairs. There had been no news … no updates … and when Scott came up after a few hours with a huge grin on his face. Jubilee ran to him, bouncing on her toes until he simply gave her a tight bear hug, presumably to hide the smile.

"She's beautiful, Jubes," Scott told her. "Logan says you can visit later. K's already healed up. They'll be heading back to the boat house soon."

Jubilee was clearly on cloud nine at the news. "How's Wolvie?" she asked, and at that, Scott just grinned.

"How would you expect? He's over the moon," he replied, letting her go finally to go tell the good news to his wife.

When Celia came back into the lab, shaking her head and stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Logan still sitting in the same spot with the little one. "You had better control yourself, mister." Celia warned. "This was much harder on her than I thought it could be."

Logan frowned at her, not really with the context to know what the hell Celia was so worked up about, though when K returned shortly after, she was wearing her old blue jeans and a flannel that had previously been baggy on her. And now, it was a little too snug across her chest, and the jeans were clearly loose. "Oh," he said, nodding. "Yeah, some of the resident ladies are going to take this badly."

"They'll get over it," K said with a wave before she leaned on his arm and the three of them headed to the boathouse. They'd already arranged for Kurt to bring them whatever they might require if K needed Logan for assistance.

When Scott and Jean came to see the little one at the boathouse a few hours later, with Jubilee, they were careful not to mention K's appearance "You know, K," Jean said as she smiled down at the sleeping little girl while Jubilee snuggled into Logan's side, giddy with the outcome of the day. "You're supposed to at least look tired."

K shrugged and self consciously pulled her shoulders to her ears. "Guess it's my superpower. Looking like a human after going through labor."

Logan had to disagree, though he kept it to himself. She didn't look human. She looked fantastic. The blush was back to her cheeks, her figure was back with a vengeance and she was a natural with their baby.

Control, Jean projected as she cuddled the little girl. Though … I wouldn't be that upset if you two have more.

Logan did his best to hide the laugh, and K narrowed her eyes at him just before he pulled her down to sit with him, giving Jean and Scott a chance to melt over the little one, whose name had yet to be decided. When the couple was finally ready to leave, Jean gave K a hug and stayed there to confess.

"I really wanted to do a baby shower for you, but they told me that was a bad idea," Jean admitted at a whisper, and to Jean's surprise, K wrapped her up tighter.

"Oh God. Thank you for listening to them," K said, relief clear in her voice. "That would have been miserable."

Jean couldn't help but smile on hearing the warmth in her tone. "Yes, but ... I would still like to have a party now for you three. Same premise as a shower, only the ones that show get to see the little sweetheart," Jean said, wincing as she expected K to get upset as the two women separated from their extended hug.

But instead, K looked toward Logan and thought it over. "That wouldn't be terrible. And ...the baby would be the center of attention, not me, so ... yeah. That will work." K was nodding to herself, and she'd flat out shocked everyone there. Everyone but Logan, that is.

Jean was openly off guard, and finally, with a broad grin, she shrugged her shoulders up and nearly started to stammer. "Well ... I guess just … let me know what her name is, and I'll get it rolling," Jean said almost breathlessly, looking to Scott, who was grinning outright as the two of them left.

Logan smiled as he wrapped his arm around his wife, and kissed her on the temple.

"That was nice," he said in a low tone, nodding towards the now closed door.

K sighed."It's going to be stupid, but it'll make her happy. By rights, it should be her with the little one curled up in her arms." K shook her head as the little one started to squirm and she took the little one into their bedroom to feed her. Logan watched her go, then quickly got up, deciding that making K something to eat was a good idea too, all things considered.

He returned with food for her at nearly the exact moment the little one was done, and the two of them traded off as K took her time buttoning back up. She caught him looking her over at her with a deadly serious look on his face. "Do I look that bad?" she asked, though he quickly shook his head 'no' with his eyebrows raised. She watched him for a long moment, sure that she was mistaken. There was no way he was checking her out. Already.

But when she realized that was indeed the case, she actually blushed and turned away from him to try and reroute his train of thought that was oh, so clearly off course. She cleared her throat and decided to start with something fairly sedate. "How about Piper?" K asked as she pulled her hair back into a ponytail. He blinked a few times before looking down at the little girl in his arms and shook his head.

"Nah," he said. "Doesn't fit."

"Okay. What about Abigail?" K offered, and it was clear that the reroute was finally working as he considered it. "It means 'Joy of the father.'"

Logan smirked and once again turned from watching his wife to looking down at his daughter. "Abbey?" he asked, watching the little one as she yawned. It fit her. "I'll tell Jean the next time I see her, but right now? I'm kinda enjoying my girls."

K smiled at him before she popped the last bite of her sandwich into her mouth. Now that she'd refuelled, she was worn out. "You're adorable," she told him with a kiss to his cheek before she made her way to the bedroom to change into something she could sleep in. Though she didn't miss that Logan unable to stop himself from watching her change, and she turned toward him as she finished her last buttons. "You're incorrigible," she said with a smirk as she climbed into bed and pulled the blanket up and snuggled in.

A few moments later, Logan gently rose to his feet and took little Abbey to her bassinet next to the bed, then slipped in behind K, pulling her to him, amazed at how tiny she was compared to the day before.

"I know I'm healed, but you're going to have to behave," K told him, not surprised at all when Logan nodded his agreement and leaned in again, kissing her neck.

"What fun is that?" he muttered against her skin, and she turned to face him and kiss the sense out of him.

"I really don't know. But I'm going to try following medical advice for a few days."

He let out a dramatic sigh and nodded. "Oh. Well. If it's just for a few days …"

She couldn't help but laugh at him, particularly when he was clearly just giving her a hard time.