On the outside, little has changed. He doesn't wear condoms; she doesn't take pills. But there's a hopefulness and expectancy in their lovemaking that wasn't there before.

Remy finds himself wondering what their children might look like, be like. He watches Rogue mark off the days on her calendar. Twenty-four x's. She's starting to get giddy.

They talk.

They were raised so differently, and he's surprised at all the things they don't agree on about raising kids. But arguments turn to lovemaking, which brings them back to hope.

"We'll make it work," Rogue says.

"Oui, chère."

He knows they'll try.