He leans against the frame of the door in the children's room and watches Rogue nestling Olivier against her shoulder.

"Just a dream, little one. I'm here. I've got you." She hushes him sweetly, nuzzling the top of his downy head. "Love you, little one. It's just a dream. I'm here."

With every gentle sway of her body, Olivier nestles in more contentedly.

Remy watches for a little while before drawing nearer to enfold her in his embrace. His arms slide under hers and hold them both. He listens to the low murmur of her voice. They sway gently together.