features
This is the most uneventful pregnancy Rogue has had.
Of course, on more than one occasion, he's returned to the boathouse from some X business or other to find an empty refrigerator and Becca and Liv hanging off his arms crying dramatically for more food. But all together, it's been quite comfortable and she hasn't asked for anything weird or had cramps or mood swings or any of the other worrisome features of pregnancies past.
"Y' happy, chère?" he asks her sometimes, absently twirling her hair through his fingers.
She laughs and settles one hand gently over her stomach. "Yes."
clocks
She kicks his butt in the Danger Room.
"Chère, dat's jus' wrong." Remy groans as he peels himself off the floor to meet Rogue's crossed arms and baleful glare.
"Excuse me?" she says.
He rolls his eyes. Is she really that oblivious? He's just had his clock cleaned by his pregnant wife who hasn't spent any real time in the Danger Room over a year. But Remy doesn't want her to clean his clock again, so he settles for indicating the control booth and way too many hands and faces pressed against the window.
"Ain't exactly great for m' reputation."
races
Remy hadn't noticed how caught up in home life they've been until they got back to the mansion and people started making more demands upon their time. To be specific, girls whisking away his wife for sleepovers and lunches and girl talk, and Logan hauling him in for Danger Room sessions and poker and co-ed nights at Harry's.
He finally grabs Rogue and makes a break for it, dragging her laughing and shouting out to their motorcycles.
"What's wrong?" she asks, breathless.
They've gotten too domestic, he thinks. He says, "Race y'," and does not give her a head start.
surrenders
Remy collapses on the couch after a particularly grueling exercise (he'd wanted to give his students a tough program, never dreaming they'd pranked him the Danger Room setup to run three levels higher than whatever he called).
Rogue raises an eyebrow. He's not sure if it's for him or the cookie she's chewing speculatively.
"How's the recipe?"
She shrugs. "It's Storm's."
"Add cinnamon."
Rogue laughs and comes over to snuggle in beside him. "Tired?"
"Mm." He buries his face against her. She just feels so right. "T'ink maybe I can get used to dis."
"Extended family?" She sounds amused.
"Yeah."
exits
Kitty freaks. "Pregnant? You'll be, like, omigosh!, eight months along!" She falls back onto the couch, staring glassy-eyed at Rogue, giggling madly, and Remy, staring blankly.
"Chaton. Can't help but think I'm missing something."
Kitty stares at him like he is the one crazy. "Eight months pregnant in a bridesmaid dress we'll have final fittings for two weeks before that!"
Rogue sits down next to Kitty and wraps an arm around her consolingly. "Don't worry, sugar. We'll figure it out."
They promptly return to girlish squeals and excitement, and Remy goes back to figuring out how to make an exit.
regrets
Happy isn't quite the word for it. A mixture of delight, worry, love, and excitement knots up his insides. It's the first time they're having a baby with her mutation in full force and under control.
When word gets out, the guys congratulate him and slap him on the back, while Logan grumbles about losing one of his best team members to full-time motherhood, something Remy simply cannot regret.
He does regret the intrusive enthusiasm of the team. This time feels so personal, something he'd rather have shared with just Rogue, their treasure they've fought so hard for. Their child.
chuckles
He stares at her for such a long time, she begins to wonder if he's going to say anything at all. She reaches up tentative fingers to brush his hair out of his eyes, hoping to read him. But then, he reaches out and ghosts a touch along her cheek, leans in close, and kisses her.
She closes her eyes and sinks into his warmth, wrapping her arms around him and holding him close. She smiles against his mouth.
"So you're happy?" she asks.
He chuckles and she swallows the rich sound as he kisses her again. "Oui, ma chère."
blurts ii
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."
snaps
She's absolutely floored. And she has no idea how to tell him.
"Mama, come play?" Liv asks, tugging on her hand.
Becca brings over a book to be read to.
"Not now, sugah." Rogue finally manages to haul herself off the bed from where she collapsed in shock after viewing the test and gets on the phone long enough to ask Logan if he'll take the kids for the evening.
"What's going on?" he asks.
She can almost see his narrowed eyes in her head and she rolls her own. "Will you or won't you?" she snaps.
He sighs. "Sure."
clocks
Twenty minutes. It feels just like the first time they decided to have a baby. Rogue is lying on her back on the bed, butterflies roaming her stomach like marauders as she stares steadily at the red numbers of Remy's alarm clock.
Remy's off training. She's counting down minutes.
Nineteen.
In nineteen minutes, she'll walk over to the bathroom and pull out the little tester to check for a small pink strip on the lefthand side. She'll know then and start plotting what to tell Remy, for better or for worse.
Rogue sighs heavily, eyes fixed on the clock.
Eighteen.
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