She hums softly around the house. It's almost disconcerting to him just how comfortable Rogue has become. It's a new role: homemaker, mother, wife. Not X-man. It's different than their overly-extended honeymoon.

Remy plays with the children, balances the checkbook (whoever thought a Thief would end up doing that?), and blows off steam in the Danger Room, anything to stop from looking at the way this new life feels. Is this where the honeymoon ends and the real work of a marriage begins?

But when he slides in under the covers to join her in bed, she's still humming, content.