It was hard to say who was happier to see who. Little Rebecca flew on unsteady feet to meet him. Remy barely got off the jet before he had her wrapped in his arms and swinging around to peals of precious laughter.

Rogue walked up slowly, balancing Olivier's sleeping form on her hip and drinking Remy in with her eyes. He's here. He's safe.

Her heart beat too fast when he sets Becca down to reach for her. She let him touch her, leaning into the caress.

"Love you," she whispered.

"Love y'," he whispered roughly back and kissed her.