Remy eyes their children warily as Olivier crawls up behind Rebecca, then winces when he starts a tussle with his older sister.

Rogue laughs at him and then his chagrined glance.

She loves to watch the play of light and darkness in his eyes. The red irises glow with their own inner fires, burning with intentness, brightening with laughter, dimming with open trust, darkening with worry, and smoldering with desire. He turns those eyes on her and she catches her breath.

He smirks, as flirtatious as ever and knowing exactly what he does to her.

Rogue glares as he chuckles.