A/N: Very clearly, I cannot follow even my own rules, because this "one-shot only" series has a two-shot… and it's only the second installment!

My co-writer, JohnPaulGeorgeandRingo's second chapter of "Nap, Snooze and Slumber " is up! It's called "Welcome to the Club", so go check that out as well! We're also in AO3 under "Beneath the Sheets".

Summary - Logan and Rogue have broken up after a stormy relationship, but they share a kid and still have to co-parent. Will it bring them together or drive them further apart as new lovers appear on the scene?

Co-parenting - Part 2

It had been weeks since she'd told him and his mind was still reeling. The kid was getting married. And not to him. Another gulp of whiskey was not enough to douse the growing burn deep within him. Without her, his life had no purpose. Without her, he'd be without his daughter as well. Not that Marie would ever stop him from seeing her, but having another guy in the picture would, without doubt, rub off on the impressionable 2-year-old.

He knew he was a terrible father to her, a terrible partner to Marie. He couldn't help it. It wasn't in his nature to put down roots. He was a drifter, only content when there was wind in his hair and a wide open road beneath him. But he thought she understood that. Thought she understood him, and the need to be free.

Inside his jacket pocket was an invitation gilded in silver, crumpled and grubby through his constant fingering, even though it was printed on heavy-gauge card. The name of his girl and daughter, once embossed, now almost faded into smoothness.

Little did Logan know that over four thousand miles away, Marie was pacing up and down in her dressing room in a beautiful fitted white dress, embroidered with lacy flowers and beads. She twisted her engagement band around and around her finger, coming to a stop by a window that overlooked the stunning gardens, all set for the occasion.

She could see Remy holding her little girl, looking clean (for once) and angelic, her tawny ringlets embellished with a fresh flower crown. She smiled as Jamie gently placed her chubby palms against Remy's scrubby whiskers and squeezed, smushing his lips together and giggling in delight.

Marie smiled, fighting back tears as the guests slowly filled their seats.

"Hon, how you doing?" The soft voice of Storm floated in from the doorway behind her. When Marie turned, she was blotting a tissue in the corners of her eyes to stop her mascara from running.

"Storm, I think I've made the wrong decision!"

Logan had started his way back down from Anchorage. He couldn't stand the cold like he used to, perhaps it had to do with a lack of woman to keep him warm, or perhaps he was just getting old. Either way, he needed to migrate back down south sooner rather than later if he didn't want to lose his fingers to frostbite. The truck's heating system had seen better days, and if that wasn't the only thing wrong with it, he would have traded it in long ago. This truck had memories, fond ones.

Driving with no particle destination in mind other than 'warmer', his foot pressed the gas pedal with increasing pressure. The snow-chained tires performed well on these icy roads, and even if the worst did happen, it wasn't anything he wouldn't heal from. Not like his shattered heart.

Surprisingly, Remy was very understanding about the whole situation, which made Marie feel worse about it all. He took her in his arms and held her, whispering that he never thought he had the power to tame the Rogue. Marie just squeezed him back and thanked him for being there for her and Jamie when they needed him.

"I'm sorry it didn't work out, Belle." He leant in to kiss her softly on the cheek.

Then Marie packed up the car, and still wearing her wedding dress, embarked on a cross-country journey with Jamie in the backseat and a CD of Disney's greatest hits on repeat. They stopped overnight in Milwaukee and ate a hurried breakfast at a diner across the street before continuing their journey.

Logan was on his third day of driving when he realized where his internal compass had been navigating him. The next exit was Laughlin City. He signaled to come off.

Marie pulled into the parking lot, seven years to the day she'd first met Logan in that exact spot. The dive bar that housed the illegal cage fights had burned down, probably the handiwork of a disgruntled patron, knowing the kind of clientele who frequented that joint.

The air was frosty as she stepped out of the car to stretch her legs. Jamie was asleep in the backseat, her mouth hanging slightly open, looking the image of her father, only cuter and far less hairy.

Marie was just contemplating whether to wake her when a familiar-looking truck careened into the parking lot across from her. A stab of nerves prickled through her belly and she unconsciously held her breath as a tall figure emerged from the vehicle.

Logan, looking careworn and rumpled, made his way over in long strides, darkened eyes intent, fully focused on Marie, and Marie alone. She gave a little squeal of delight and rushed over to meet him halfway. A few feet away, she hit a patch of black ice and skidded, the propulsion sending her directly into an oncoming Logan. He opened his arms to enfold her but she ended up knocking them both to the ground.

Her mouth fell onto his in a deep kiss, both of them fully savoring the sweet moment of being reunited. His arms tightened around her as she pulled back to look at him.

"Miss me?" He questioned, smirking at her wide grin.

"Not really." She replied, stroking his wild hair off his forehead.

"Mama? Where you?" A small voice called from across the deserted parking lot. Both parents chuckled and made their way over to the babbling toddler.

Not too much later, Jamie was sprawled across the vast double bed in the adjoining room, fast asleep after eating a large pile of spaghetti.

While the small girl slept, her mother tried to keep quiet as Logan brought her closer and closer to an earth-shattering orgasm.

He knew her body well, knew how to make her come. Two thick fingers were all she needed. She panted into the three weeks' worth of beard on his neck, and when those pants became so close they were indistinguishable from each other, her body tightened and released in convulsive waves, bringing her down into a satiated rightness.

Marie lay under him, gloriously naked, as they held each other in sweaty post-coital embrace.

Logan knew her body well, but that didn't stop her from flooring him every time. Her belly bore the marks of child, where she'd stretched to accommodate the life that grew under her heart. Now faded silver, these were the only visible differences. The others were less tangible and probably unnoticeable to anyone but him. Her body seemed to be more responsive post-baby, her tightness eased somewhat. She was still small, only needing less warm-up. More in tune with herself. That and the subtle difference in her scent; his mingled with hers in a way that made sense. Smelling of both his woman and his daughter, both his family.

"I love you," he muttered into her hair.

Marie glowed, knowing those words were not given in half measures by the Wolverine. She could probably count the times he'd told her those three little words on one hand. Such admissions were rare but in their absence, he'd shown her he could put his money where his mouth was. Or the sensitive, needy place between her legs, she wasn't picky.

"I love you too. So much, you don't even know."

Logan sighed, wrapping her ever more tightly in his arms.

"We've gotta have 'that chat' now, though," Marie continued.

"Can't we just lay here till morning?" He questioned, in a falsely tired voice.

"Nuh-uh, mister. You owe me this."

"I guess I do, babe."

Marie braced herself for the comedown. She knew this was the make-or-break moment. Logan wouldn't be able to move back to the mansion permanently. Living that way before had torn them right apart at the seams. No matter how much they loved each other, they couldn't survive being so disjointed, especially when trying to co-parent. But Marie could offer up a piece of her life, if only temporarily.

"You've gotta give us some stability. I don't care where we live, but it has to be with you."

"You asking to move in with me?"

"Yes. We can live in a camper van towed on the back of your truck," she teased him, thinking back to the snowy night they'd met.

"Just no more dodgy appliances!" Logan agreed.

"But when Jamie reaches school age, I want her to be more settled. We can still travel in the holidays, but she needs some structure and stability in her life. Especially if she manifests."

"You mean when she manifests!"

"Don't change the subject, Logan."

He smirked at her. She always had been a smart girl.

"You know, that sounds… pretty great."

"Yeah?" Marie questioned, failing to keep the excitement from her voice and the sparkle from her eyes.

"Yeah." Logan bent down and she tilted her head back to receive what she anticipated to be another mind-blowing kiss, but at the last second, Logan pulled up and his lips connected with her forehead instead.

She frowned at him in a faux insolent way.

"Think it's time I made an honest woman outta you?"

"Good thing I brought my wedding dress, is it then!" Marie let out a snort of laughter and the sudden sound made Jamie stir in the next room.

"Is that my proposal? You better get me a bigger and more sparkly ring than Remy did!" She teased.

"How about a boatload of orgasms and a promise of a lifetime of happiness?" He replied.

She pulled Logan's face to hers by his muttonchops and stared deep into his eyes.

"Can I sample the goods before I bite?" She breathed.

"Darlin', I'd be terribly disappointed if you didn't."

THE END

End of this little saga but by no means the end of the party! JPGR will be posting next so watch that space for updates :)

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