Rogue can't remember the last time she was this happy.

Before she became a mutant, she had dreamed of the little house and her husband's strong arms around her and this kicking on the inside of her stomach. Now she finds herself living the dream, and it's even sweeter than she imagined.

Rogue hums some childhood melody as she folds clean laundry into the basket.

"What are y' doing?" Remy's voice breathes just behind her ear.

She's a little startled but smiles up at him. "Loving our lives, sugah." She nuzzles him on the chin and keeps right on folding.