A/N: I do not own the X-Men or anything associated with Marvel!

Summary: Jean and Scott have a party to announce their special news to their close friends and family. What could go wrong?

Chapter 3

Ororo wakes up after hearing a soft sniffling. She reaches over to her bedside and turns on the lamp. Her eyes adjust to the light as she sees David's tear-stained face. "Oh, honey, what's wrong?" She sits up with her legs hanging off the side of her bed, reaching out to the kid.

He urgently lets her pick him up, wrapping his arms around her neck tightly as she embraces him. He whispers, "Bad dream." Ororo rubbed small circles against his back. Her delicate, smooth humming fills his ears.

Shortly, the boy relaxes in her arms. Her hand is still rubbing at his back for a moment until she feels his arms drop from her around her neck and hears his soft snores. Ororo decides he might awaken if she brings him back to his room. She gently lays him on his stomach next to her. Her eyes looked up to see her door still open. Getting up to close it, she jumps as Logan walks into the doorway out of nowhere.

"Goddess! Logan, you're always sneaking up on me." She softly hissed, slapping at his bare chest. "And you're always hitting me, darling." He smirks, leaning up to kiss her cheek. "I was going to get something to drink and sensed you were awake."

Ororo nods and points to the child in her bed. "David had a nightmare and came crying his little heart out. Logan frowns as he watches the snoring child curled up in a fetal position. "I'll mention it to Charles in the morning." She says, causing Logan to almost get whiplashed the way he turned to look at her.

He shakes his head. "It was just one Ro. I don't think you have to tell him about it. Charles will wanna go into his mind and dissect him apart." His last few words became a chuckle. Ororo sternly looks at her boyfriend and says, "Charles does not dissect anyone!" Her loud whispering caused the child to stir a bit, making her cover her mouth.

"I was kidding, but honestly, it does feel like he does, darling. Especially when your nightmares come from trauma." He admits, speaking from his many sessions with the headmaster. Grabbing her waist, he kisses her before heading out of her room. "See you in the morning, babe."

The following morning, Jean was making herself some cereal when Logan entered. Her eyes locked on his muscles, remembering fond memories of her hands squeezing them while they had sex. "Missed seeing this red?"

She jumps as she shakes her head, pouring the milk into her bowl. "And if I do?" The upper corners of her lips curl as she starts to eat. Logan snorts, pulling out some sausages and eggs from the refrigerator. "Sounds like a personal problem to me."

Jean frowns, disappointed that he isn't engaging in their flirty banter like they used to. She clears her throat, beginning to say something but Charles comes in. "Good morning, Jean!" He smiles at her. "Morning Logan."

"Jean, when you're finished, would you mind stopping by my office, please?" She nods and stands up, holding her bowl of Fruit Loops. "Actually, Professor, I don't mind going now." Charles raises an eyebrow but doesn't stop her. "Very well then."

Logan rolls his eyes before chuckling, smelling the annoyance off of Jean. In Charles' office, Jean sits and waits for Charles to speak. The older man wheeled behind his desk, smirking at Jean before clearing his throat. "When were you going to tell me you were pregnant, my dear child?"

She couldn't help but smile at her father figure, "I should've known you would find out sooner than later." Charles lets out a hearty laugh, clapping his hands together. "Jean, we must celebrate! We can throw a dinner party tonight!"

His excitement was contagious; Jean smiled just as hard as Charles. A dinner party with her family sounded good to her. "All you and Scott have to do is show up. I'll take care of everything."

Ororo was in her office grading midterms; most of her students' passing made her proud. She rips off a sticky note, writing down in her planner the names of those who passed, but just by the skin of their teeth. A knock at the door made her look up, seeing a shadow fly by as a note slipped under the door.

With a raised eyebrow, she picks up the note and opens the door, looking out into the hallway, which is empty. She closes the door and opens the envelope with her nail.

"You've been invited to a special occasion tonight at 7!

Scott & Jean Summers Masquerade!

Wear your best attire! Masks will be provided!"

Ororo reread the invitation a few more times. A ball? Tonight? This was a sudden event, but let her confusion go. She sits on her chair, debating if she genuinely wants to go. She was still upset at her friend. The pads of her index fingers are massaging her temples. She deeply inhaled and exhaled, not hearing someone enter her office. Logan's snort startled her, her blue eyes going wide as she jumped in her chair.

"Looks like someone's in deep thought." He said this as he pulled up a chair, turning it backward to sit. His eyes looked at the invitation sitting in the middle of the desk. He reaches into his back pocket and shows off the invitation he got as well.

"Wow, they invited you. I guess the great Wolverine and Cyclops war is over." His snarl caused her to giggle before giving him a wink. "Relax, I'm joking."

"I could say the same thing about you and Jean."

Ororo agreed: "Fair, but you and Scott have been fighting for years. Jean and I—it's just complicated right now."

Logan watches her face turn sour. The couple already discussed what he saw that day at the greenhouse. Years ago, Logan would love to have two beautiful ladies fight over him, but this was Ororo and Jean-Grey. These girls are sisters! Their bond being potentially destroyed because of his playboy ways just didn't sit right with him.

"Go and make up with her, darling. That's your sister; don't let that relationship go over little old me."

The weather witch lets his words sink in as memories of her and Jean throughout the years flood through her mind. A smile was creeping on her face. Logan was right.

Later that evening, Jean felt a wave of emotions flood her system. Her black eyeliner, which she had just done, ran down her rosy cheeks. Luckily, Scott was with Charles, setting up the party.

Something deep in her heart was troubling. She felt like it was struggling to come out and drag her into the shadows. Her eyes are looking into the mirror, staring at herself as she shakes her head.

A knock on her door disrupts her mental breakdown. "Jean?"

She hears Ororo's soft voice. Jean quickly wipes her tears and gets up, opening the door. Ororo is slightly startled by the door's rough opening, clearing her throat. "We need to talk."

Without another word, Jean walks to sit on the loveseat at the end of her bed, leaving Ororo to shut the door by herself. Ororo didn't look at her sister's face well until she stood before her. The telepath looked depressed. Her stomach turns as she instinctively hugs Jean, catching the redhead off guard. Neither Jean nor Ororo realize how much they miss each other's touch. The pair cried on each other's shoulders, embracing one another tightly.

"I'm so sorry, Ro!"

"I'm sorry too, Jeanie."

Jean's nails were lightly pressed into Ororo's back. A slight roar of thunder could be heard, making Jean flinch and breaking the hug. "Maybe we should get happy before you flood the place, Ro." She joked. Ororo giggles and grabs a box of tissue for them. The ladies are dapping their eyes to prevent ruining their makeup, or in Jean's case, ruining it any further. "Ro, I have something to tell you." Jean barely whispers. "I'm pregnant."

Ororo's blue eyes went big as her mouth hung open. "Oh my goddess!" She hugs Jean tightly, the two of them giggling like schoolgirls. "Congratulations Jean! How far along are you?" Jean rubs her belly and holds up two fingers. "Hank says I am two months."

"Wait, before you get super excited, there is something else you should know."

Logan drinks his wine miserably; he hates this red wine. The man wanted his beer desperately. Jubilee and Rouge sat next to him wearing these ball masks, gossiping. "I heard Jean got a bun in the oven, so Professor Xavier decided to throw this party for her. She's going to announce it tonight." Logan raises an eyebrow while listening to his foster daughters. "I'm not saying I don't believe you, sugar, but why throw this big ole party just to say that?"

"Hush you two." Logan quietly snarls at them. Jubilee lightly pushes his arm. "You know Jean better than anyone, Wolvie! You know she gives herself a dramatic party." He huffs loudly, ignoring her even though he knew she was right. If Jean and Scott were having a baby, this party would be the best time to announce it.

"Wolvie, where's Ororo?"

"She went to talk to Jean, last I checked. They're probably getting ready together."

Rouge adjusts her mask, looking above Logan's head. "The Summers just walked in." The three looked at the entrance, Jean and Scott walking arm in arm. However, there was no Ororo. Logan frowns slightly, instinctively putting the glass of alcohol on his lips. He groans once again at the taste of the wine. Where the hell is Ro?

He soon relaxes, smelling the vanilla scent he loved. Logan looks up and sees her enter the room. Was that spotlight there, or was it his mind playing tricks? The dark, bedazzled blue dress stuck to her body like glue, outlining all of her delicious curves. The slow twist in her hips as she walked gracefully made the beast in him jump. Her hair pinned up into a long ponytail made him lick his lips as he imagined his hand roughly tugging on it. Her blue eyes match his brown ones. Her stare turns into a fierce glare, causing shivers down his spine, Of course, his stare doesn't relieve that. What's her problem?

Tap, tap, tap

The little taps break away his eye contact with his girlfriend towards the little stage. There stood Jean and Scott, hand in hand, Scott had the mic as he cleared his throat. "Good evening, everyone!" Students and other staff turn their heads, giving the X-Men leader undivided attention. "Jean and I would like to thank you for attending this unforeseen event! Thank you to Charles for setting this up for us." Charles smiles and nods his head at them from his chair. Scott smiles back and continues his speech: "Well, there is a reason for this party; we want to apologize for the random crying in the middle of the night you'll hear in about nine months." A few gasps can be heard, along with some excited shrieks.

Jean takes the microphone and inhales deeply, "We're having a baby!"

The room fills up with cheers and loud applause. Jubilee playfully pushes Rouge, "Told ya!" After the speech, the couple gets off the stage and the party begins with loud music and dancing. Logan managed to find some beer, leaning on the balcony's railing and watching everyone on the dancefloor. He saw Ororo dancing with David and Jubilee. Her smile was beautiful. The jewels on her dress blinded his eyes; he didn't notice Jean walk up to him.

"Hey? Are you okay?"

He grunts and takes a sip of his beer. "Fine. Congratulations. I see Scott finally poked a hole in the condom."

The redhead hits his chest and scoffs, "Shut up, Logan!" She laughs softly, not taking his snarky comment seriously. "Why aren't you and Ro dancing together?"

He simply shrugs as he puts his free hand in his pocket. "I can smell that she's upset at me. I'm leaving her alone for now." Jean looks up at him nervously, biting her lip. "Uh, why is she upset?"

Logan rolls his eyes at her question: "Does it sound like I know why?" He grunts and looks at her, sensing her nervousness. "Do you know, Jean?"

Jean visibly gulps. Her hands felt cold and clammy as she rubbed her fingers against her palms. "Well, we, um, we made up! We started talking about me being pregnant."

Logan listened, not understanding where she was going with this. He cuts off her blabbering with a snarl. "What's that gotta do with me, Jean?"

Right at that moment, a few fireworks go off in the distance. The sudden, loud noise scares Jean. Her anxiety rises even more as she rubs her forearm. "I told her I didn't know who the father was." She mumbles as another firework goes off, drowning out her words.

"What did you say?"

She clears her throat and takes a deep breath, yelling, "I TOLD ORORO I DIDN'T KNOW WHO THE FATHER IS AND IT MIGHT BE YOURS!"

The world stopped.

Jean watches Logan's face turn from annoyance to shock.

"What did you just say?"

Her eyebrows furrowed as she didn't see Logan say anything. She turns and notices Scott behind them. Her eyes scanned the area; the music paused, and everyone watched the balcony. They heard her. They were watching her.

Jean stuttered over her words, "I, uh, Scott."

"What the hell did you just tell Logan, Jean?" Scott walks up to her, practically growling as he moves closer, looking like he wants to strike something or someone with his laser vision. He grabs her forearm and drags her out of the party, pushing through the crowd. Tears fall down her cheeks as her mind wanders, disassociating from the real world.

Back on the balcony, Logan still stood there in shock. Hank, the DJ, quickly went back to playing some music; however, he was sure the music would not be a good enough distraction from what the crowd just witnessed. Rouge and Jubilee walk up to him, snapping their fingers in his face. "Logan!" "Wolvie!"

He blinks a few times, looks at the girls, and asks, "What?"

"You good, sug?" Rouge asks, looking concerned for him. "Out here sprinkling your sperm, huh?" Jubilee laughs, causing a death glare from Rouge.

"Where's Ororo?" Logan whispers, feeling himself getting sweaty under his suit. "She left right before the true reveal. She's putting David to bed." Jubilee says, looking sympathetic at him. "You better talk to her, Wolvie."

Logan was already on it, the beats and anxiety inside his chest letting him hop off the balcony and scale the building. He was on the move to her balcony. He jumps on her balcony and picks the lock with one of his claws. Instead of finding her, he waits in a chair for her to enter the room.

The rush came down slowly, but the rumbling in his chest continued. After almost a thirty-minute wait, he hears the door open and the clicking of heels against the wooden floor.

"We need to talk, darling."

He hears her scoff, "We sure do."

A/N: Drama, drama, drama! I hope you enjoyed this chapter!