Ororo squinted as she opened her eyes to acclimate to the bright morning sunlight filtering through the half-closed window blinds. The scent of last night's rain shower still clung to the earth and was seeping through the nooks and crannies of the cabin, welcoming the two lovers to their sanctuary. The sounds of the birds and other animals getting a start on their day greeted them as well. She stretched her naked frame lazily, her body still glowing after the activities she and Logan had engaged in countless times last night.

A lethargic smile contorted her face as she rolled over and swung a leg onto her beloved. They had made it safely to Canada, having taken one of the mini-jets and with her expertly bringing them in. They had unloaded the jet and put away what needed to be put away, before sharing a bath in the lake. A grilled dinner of salmon and steak, vegetables and a wild rice pilaf and champagne followed, before they retired to their suite to fulfill other appetites that had nothing to do with food.

Just thinking of their activities and the man who was an active participant brought another bright smile to her face. She giggled at Logan's soft growl as he climbed from a nightmare free slumber. He opened his eyes slowly, taking care to adjust his sensitive eyes to the streaming sunlight. Taking a deep breath, he grinned and let his senses go. He had always liked waking up in this cabin he had built with his two hands and tons of hard work, but now, he loved it, the reason currently occupying his bed and bringing his life the joy he had given up on.

The bed shifted as he adjusted his frame to accommodate the beauty currently draped over him. He loved the warmth of her body, as it provided him comfort and kept his beast somewhat sated. Her snowy locks were rumpled, her eyes were shining bright and her luscious lips were still swollen from the attention given to them last night. Her beautiful face hovered over his and all he could think about at that moment was that this beauty, amidst all the evil in a jacked up world, was all his.

He dragged his knuckles across her cheek. "Mornin' darlin'."

"Good morning my soon to be husband," she replied, her voice husky with love.

Smiling at her words, Logan effortlessly flipped them. She was now lying beneath him, with him comfortably settled between her thighs. "I love how that sounds," he murmured before swopping down to capture her lips.

Ororo sighed into the kiss, relishing the feel of him on top of her and his lips on hers. "Just practicing until I can truly call you my husband," she murmured once her lips were free.

"In four days, darlin'."

"Seems too far away," she said, using her legs to draw him even closer.

Logan's eyes darkened at her action. A low growl rumbled in his chest. "Ya keep that up and we won't be leavin' this room."

She laughed, a full throaty chuckle. "Well I did promise to do some things to you when we got to Canada."

"Yeah and I intend ta let ya keep yer promise," he rasped with a lopsided grin, "but we both got things ta take care of if we want ta get hitched on time." Logan then laughed and shake his head, wondering if he had just said that.

"Yes, you are passing up a chance to have all this," 'Ro laughed. Though she knew he was right, she couldn't help enjoying their quiet interlude before chaos descended on them in the form of finalizing their wedding plans and their family and friends. She reached up and caressed his chops.

"All this is mine," he replied emphatically, squeezing her butt cheek for emphasis.

"That it is, my love." After a few smooches, she asked, "What are your plans for today?"

Logan rolled off her to lie on his back. He stacked his arms underneath his head. "Gonna head ta town ta get the rest materials ta finish the altar so ya could have enough time ta decorate it. After that, me and Mac gonna head ta the estate ta get an idea of how much work got ta get done on it."

'Ro sighed before resting her head on his chest. "Well, I have to see the caterer and florist. Then head to the market for drinks and food for the women's get together. Not to mention preparing for our friends and family."

Their interlude was interrupted by the 'Bad Boys' theme song ring tone of Logan's cell phone. He groaned reaching for the device on the nightstand. His gruff hello was followed by a frown, then a harsh curse. Ororo sat up immediately, worry etched across her face. Their cruise control to the altar had apparently hit a bump. She was about to find out what kind of bump.

"What is it?" she asked as soon as he ended the call.

He groaned and flopped back onto the bed before answering. "That was Mac. He said that there's an issue with gettin' the marriage license. Said we need proof yer marriage ta panther was annulled."

"What? I gave that document to Mac."

Logan scowled. "Yeah. Mac said it wasn't court ordered."

The annulment of her marriage to T'Challa was a tribunal one, the Wakandan Council, with the full blessing of the King himself, having taken it upon itself to deem her marriage nonexistent."

He repeated what Mac had conveyed to him. "Yer kind of annulment isn't accepted here. Has ta be ordered by a court."

"Goddess! What are we to do Logan?"

"He said we should meet him at the registry office ta straighten it out."

Ororo's frustration was beginning to peak. "Bright Lady! This cannot be happening. What if we do not get the license, Logan?"

He reached out and grabbed her hand. "It's ok, darlin'. Just trust Mac."

Ororo sighed before crumpling on the bed. This was the last thing the needed right now. She groaned. Dammit! Just when she thought it was smooth sailing to being Mrs. James Howlett.

As nothing ever escaped Logan, he smelled the anxiety rolling off her. "Yer thinkin' too much again, 'Ro," Logan replied, shifting a bit so he now had her in his arms. He started to stroke her hair "Mac knows what he's doin', darlin'. Just trust him."

"You are not worried?" She mumbled.

"Nah. We ain't come this far ta be stopped now, baby."

Mac Hudson, as a justice of the peace, had promised to officiate their marriage and to also take care of the legal side of things to ensure the ceremony happened. Mac was one of the very few people in his life Logan trusted. Mac had always came through for him so there was no reason for him to start doubting his friend now. He was trying to impart that to his apprehensive fiancé.

Logan's simple declaration was apparently what she needed to hear. As if by magic, all the worries that were creeping their way into her mind upon learning of the latest roadblock, vanished. She was so damn grateful for this man. At that very moment, he exuded calm and confidence and she couldn't help but follow his lead as she had done many times. If he wanted her to trust Mac to avert this latest crisis, then that's exactly what she was going to do.

Slowly, she arranged her body to lie across his torso with her cheek resting on his chest. Propping her chin on his breastbone, she gave him the most loving smile she could muster. "Did Mac say what time are we to meet him?" She leaned in closer to nuzzle her face in his furry naked chest.

He wrapped his arms around her protectively. "He said ta call him when we were on our way."

"Do I have time to fulfil my promise?"

"Yer gonna need more than a few minutes ta do what ya promised me, darlin'," Logan intoned gruffly.

She leaned down and meshed her lips with his. It was a searing, hungry kiss, in which she felt an aching, throbbing need that matched his own. It was a kiss that laid to rest all fears about not becoming this man's wife. When the kiss ended, they speared each other with eyes that professed their love and pledged their commitment to each other anew.