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One-Way Ticket On A Runaway Train	By : Karen Category: X-Men: (All Movies) > Het - Male/Female > Logan/Marie Views: 16062 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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One Month Later:
Rogue had easily slipped back into the routine of daily life at the mansion. Knowing how franticly Logan had searched for Rogue, nobody was surprised that they were now officially a couple. To avoid rumors and gossip, Rogue and Scott decided to be upfront with everyone about Rogue's pregnancy and the fact that Scott was the father. A few people expressed shock at the news, but most were understanding of the unusual situation. Jubilee and Kitty even offered to baby-sit - to which Rogue told them it was a little early for that, but thanked them anyway for the offer. St. John and Bobby just slapped Scott on the back in that 'you-are-macho-you-have-procreated' way. Jean avoided any public comment and maintained a cool distance from Rogue, while Storm found her loyalty was torn between her friends. The Professor's reaction was surprisingly accepting, considering his initial attitude toward the affair.

Having only been two weeks away from graduation when she took off, all Rogue needed to do was make up a few exams and she received her diploma. Because she'd missed the official graduation party, Logan arranged with the Professor to recreate the dance - filling the mansion's ballroom with streamers and balloons, providing a buffet and even hiring a DJ. Jubilee and Kitty gushed about what a sweetheart Logan was and how lucky Rogue was to have such a great boyfriend. Scott presented Rogue with a heart-shaped locket as a graduation present and told her that when the baby was born, he'd have his or her name engraved on it. Not to be outdone, Logan bought her a heart-shaped diamond pendant necklace and matching earrings and then whisked her away to Hawaii for a week. Rogue had joked about it being the first and last opportunity for her to wear a bikini since the onset of her mutation. The couple returned from Hawaii tanned, relaxed and gloriously happy.

Two days after they returned, it was time for Rogue's first sonogram. Hank had made arrangements to have it performed at a facility that specialized in ultrasound testing. Hank explained they would have a clearer picture than if they used the equipment in the mansion's medlab. As Hank was working a morning shift at the hospital, he arranged to meet Rogue at the testing center in the early afternoon. Jubilee, Kitty and Rogue decided to pass the time in the morning at the mall giving the Professor's credit card a serious workout. The plan was for Jubilee and Kitty to drop Rogue off at the medical center where she would be joined by Logan, who'd decided to forego the whole mall-with-three-hyper-teenagers experience. After they had lunch, the nasty migraine headache that Kitty had been valiantly battling all morning finally overwhelmed her. Jubilee had to drive Kitty home and would have to return for Rogue. Noting the time, Rogue knew that there wasn't enough time for Jubilee to go all the way back to the mansion and return without making her late for the appointment, so she called the mansion. When Jean answered the phone, Rogue explained the situation, asking Jean to tell Logan to meet her at the mall instead of outside the medical center. She told Jean to inform Logan that she'd been waiting for him at the south entrance of the mall.

Twenty minutes later a familiar SUV pulled up to the curb, Rogue climbed in only to be greeted by Scott in the driver's seat instead of Logan.

"Where's Logan?" Rogue asked perplexed.

"Jean couldn't find him, so she asked me to drive you over to your appointment," Scott replied.

"Ah bet he probably already left. Ah guess ah'll just meet him there as originally planned."

"Yeah, that's probably it," Scott tried to reassure her.

"Thanks fer coming ta get me."

"Sure, no problem."

"Scott, ah hope yer not too upset that ah asked Logan ta be there with me fer this first sonogram. Ya can be there fer the next one. And ah promise ya, it'll be just the two of us, Okay?"

"It's okay, Rogue. I understand. I'll be the first one you show the pictures to though, right?"

"Sure, Scott. That's a promise."

Five minutes later they were pulling into the medical center's parking lot, but no other car from the mansion was there, except for the one that Hank drove that morning.

"We're a few minutes early. I'm sure he'll be here any minute," Scott said.

Ten more minutes passed and still no Logan. Rogue called the mansion from her cell phone and Jean told her that she still had no clue where Logan was. Not wanting to be late, Rogue reluctantly went ahead into the lobby where Hank was waiting for them. They checked in with the receptionist where Rogue was handed a clipboard and some medical history forms. Fifteen more minutes passed as Rogue was filling out the necessary paperwork and Logan was still nowhere in sight. By this time, Rogue was starting to get agitated. Another call to the mansion yielded the same results - nobody had seen Logan. A nurse came up to Rogue and told her they were ready for her.

"As Logan's not here yet, do you mind if I come in with you?" Scott asked.

"Ah guess that'll be okay," Rogue replied.

~*~*~*

Logan meanwhile was in the attic, having gone up there to retrieve some heavy items for Jean, who'd locked the door to the attic with her telekinesis, effectively trapping him. Telling Logan that a blinding headache was interfering with her telekinetic abilities and that's why she'd needed him to retrieve the items had been so easy. The attic was far enough away from everything and the door was thick enough, that nobody heard Logan yelling and pounding futilely. The Professor was busy checking on some potential new recruits to the school with Cerebro and therefore, didn't 'receive' Logan's distress 'call'. Jean sat in the kitchen calmly having a cup of coffee and reading the newspaper. She could 'hear' Logan sending out a mental SOS, but continued sipping at her coffee nonchalantly.

Never being a patient man, Logan didn't pound on the door for long before destroying it with his claws. Rushing down the stairs two at a time, he charged through the kitchen without catching the bemused look on Jean's face.

Grabbing Scott's bike and not heeding the posted speed limit, Logan was at the medical center in record time. Charging through the doors of the center's lobby, he almost gave the poor receptionist a heart attack, as he demanded to know where Rogue was. The receptionist pointed toward Room Four and two seconds later Logan was bursting through the door of the examination room.

Rogue was already lying down on the exam table and the tech was just squirting some blue-tinted gel on her stomach. Relieved that he hadn't missed it, Logan's relief quickly dissipated when he saw Scott standing to Rogue's left side.

{What the fuck is he doing here?}

"Hey, sugar," Rogue said, "glad ya finally decided ta grace us with yer presence."

"Yeah, well I didn't mean to be late. I found myself locked in the attic."

"Locked in the attic? How in heavens did that transpire?" Hank inquired.

"I don't know. Faulty latch, I guess. Anyway, I'm here now." Then turning to Scott he simply said, "Bye, Scooter."

"Well, as I'm already here, thought I'd just stay. If that's okay with you, Rogue?" Scott asked cautiously.

Rogue looked over at Logan who suddenly had a hang-dog expression.

"Scott, ah did promise Logan that he could share this with me - just the two of us. Ah appreciate ya driving me over here, but ah think it's best if ya went on home. Ya can be here for the next one, just like we originally planned. Okay?"

Scott glanced up at Logan, who gave him a murderous look, and decided not to push his luck. Leaning down to give Rogue a light kiss on the cheek, he turned to leave. Logan stepped over and victoriously took Scott's place by Rogue's side. As Scott reached the door, he turned to say "Good-bye" and saw Logan extend his middle claw behind his back, out of Rogue's view. Scott just grinned and walked out quietly. In the parking lot, he sat in the car for a few minutes, slumped over the steering wheel, unable to drive, because he was too choked up about missing the baby's sonogram.

The tech ran the wand of the ultrasound equipment over Rogue's stomach. They watched the monitor as Hank attempted to describe what they were seeing. He explained that during the past couple of weeks the baby's major organs had all developed and that the nerves and muscles were now functioning. The fingers and toes were well defined by now and it could even bend its arms at the elbows. Fingernails and hair were also beginning to grow in. Hank tried to point out the fingers and toes, but to Logan it was all a blur. He asked if Hank could tell them for certain if it was a boy or a girl. Hank replied that while the genital development had begun, the sex still couldn't be determined for at least another month. From this point on, the development would consist primarily of growth in size and strength rather than the formation of new organs. Everything looked good - perfectly normal for a twelve-week fetus. The tech entered the date of Rogue's last menstruation into a 'Pregnancy Calculator' to determine the conception and due dates - coming up with May 24th as the date of conception and February 14th as the official due date. Rogue's baby was due on Valentine's Day.

At the mention of May 24th, Logan paled slightly as he remembered back to the morning he'd returned to the mansion - May 25th. He'd been riding home to be with *his* Marie and she was in the process of getting impregnated by Scott. It hadn't hit him until that very moment just how truly awful his timing had actually been. Scott had been right, if he hadn't gone back for a second *ride* on ..........what the hell was her name anyway? It could've been *his* baby they were looking at on the monitor, *his* Valentine's baby. Logan swallowed hard and hoped that Rogue couldn't see how wounded he suddenly looked. Rogue was including him in this major event in her life, more than he could ever hope to expect, and as hard as he tried to forget, it was the little things like this that reminded him just whose child she was carrying. Rogue looked so happy watching the little gray shadow move around on the screen, he was not about to do anything to spoil the moment for her.

The tech handed Rogue a packet of information containing a 'Birth Plan' for her to read over and fill out, with instructions to have it completed no later than one month prior to her due date. On the ride home, Rogue started perusing through the papers - question number one was easy. Your Name. It was the second question that she saw straight away was going to be difficult. What is your husband, coach or partner's name? Scott wasn't her husband, Logan was her partner and both of them probably expected to be her coach.

{Great. Ah can't even get past question two, how am ah supposed ta fill out the rest?}

The Plan included decisions that would normally be made by couples and didn't take into consideration the contingency of a third party involved. This included seemingly innocent factors such as cutting the cord and bonding time. Rogue got an instant headache just thinking about it and shoved the papers back into the folder, deciding to deal with them another time.

By the time they returned to the mansion, Jean had made herself scarce just in case Logan had figured out that she'd locked him in the attic on purpose and Scott was busy playing lifeguard out by the pool. Logan and Rogue were somehow able to avoid everyone and snuck up to their room for some alone time.

Heading toward the bathroom, Rogue threw Logan a seductive wink.

"Ah hope ta find ya wearing a lot less clothing when ah come back out."

Before she'd even made it as far as the bathroom door, Logan had stripped his shirt off and was already unfastening his jeans. Once he was completely naked, he jumped on the bed and settled himself against the pillows.

"Ready when you are," he called out.

The door of the bathroom reopened and Rogue was framed in the doorway; her hair tussled loosely around her shoulders. Logan looked at her and instantly went hard. She was naked except for his dog tag that dangled between the valley of her breasts. The simple gesture marking her as his. Sauntering over toward the bed, she gave a little shimmy and Logan licked his lips in anticipation.

Climbing onto the bed, Rogue kissed Logan's foot and then slowly worked her way up the one leg, pressing soft kisses first to his ankle, calf, knee and nicely muscled inner thigh. Logan closed his eyes in contemplation of what was next and wasn't disappointed when she dropped a kiss on the head of his throbbing cock. He let out a low moan as she took him into her mouth and sucked gently. Half-gone before she'd even started, it didn't take Logan more than a few minutes to peak and empty himself into her mouth. Rogue looked up at him with a bright smile on her face.

"Is Logan a happy boy now?" she asked laughing softly.

"Ecstatic. Now get up here and let me thank you," he replied, arching his eyebrow at her.

Rogue was on her hands and knees as she crawled up the bed, the dog tag dangling down and swinging gently. When she got close enough, Logan grabbed the dog tag and yanked her to him, crushing her mouth to his in a deep kiss. Flipping them over so she was now beneath him, he plied her with kisses in the same way she'd just done to him. It was Rogue's turn to let out a low moan as he made contact with the junction between her legs, licking at her first with feathery light touches and then more insistent as her whimpering escalated. He continued caressing her with his tongue until she began to spasm with her own climax, putting pressure on her clit until she finally shuddered in release.

Moving up and settling himself between her legs, Logan positioned himself for penetration, lifting her bottom off the bed, he entered her in one smooth thrust. Rogue wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips as he set the rhythm. They made love slowly and tenderly for the rest of the afternoon. Finally collapsing in utter exhaustion, Logan murmured something against Rogue's neck that was so quiet she almost missed it, but didn't. It was one word, and it was unmistakable - "Mine".
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