This second birth went easier, something Remy is grateful for.

Never had he felt so helpless as when he heard Rogue crying out and screaming, and nothing at all he could do to help her. Every instinct said to fight, to protect, to save her. But there was nothing to save her from. Only the terrible fearing, waiting, until he hears the tiny cries of a newborn.

Even then, holding his child for the first time with Rogue's green eyes laughing, he can't help but feel that fleeting fear. He could have lost her.

"Je t'aime," he tells them both.