Olivier is so quiet that Remy gets up every hour the first night just to check on him. The little boy is almost always tucked in sleepily and content. His hunger cries are quiet when they do come, but often enough, Remy is there just as Olivier's eyes flutter open and waving arms suffice for the need.

"He still there?" Rogue murmurs from beneath the covers on Remy's return from another unnecessary check.

Remy shrugs and crawls in beside her. "You sure this one's ours?"

Rogue chuckles softly, then rolls over to snuggle in close. "Last time I checked, sugar."