Remy doesn't often stop and count his blessings, but every once in a while, he lies awake after Rogue has drifted off and thinks on all he has gained.

Rogue is his wife, nestled against him, and their unborn son is growing below her heart. Rebecca rests in the nearby crib, his little princess. His family.

He isn't alone anymore, and it's a strange feeling to realize he's a husband, a father, an X-Man, and a friend.

Remy strokes his wife's cheek, runs his hand through the silky white hair framing her face. He has found his place of rest.