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Rogue waits for him in front of the fireplace, tucked up in her favorite blanket on the couch. She made him coffee the way he likes it and herself a cup of tea and hopes he won't notice she's dressed up a little nicer for him and put on her makeup just because she couldn't stop herself from doing so.

Of course, he notices.

"An' to what do I owe dis pleasure?" Remy asks, throwing his coat on an empty chair and sitting down beside her.

Her mouth is dry. She still isn't quite sure what to say.

"I'm pregnant."