Two years
later:

The sun had
barely risen when Rogue bolted upright in the bed, the familiar nightmare
jarring her awake sharply. Logan, sensitive to his wife’s sleeping patterns,
woke up immediately and had her in his arms, calming her.

“It’s okay, baby.
I’m here,” he said soothingly, as he stroked her hair.

“Oh, God, Logan,
it was so awful,” she replied as she pressed herself against his bare
chest.

“Was it the same
one? About the night Sabretooth attacked the mansion?”

Rogue just
nodded and snuggled in closer.

“Hank warned us
the nightmares may increase in frequency the further along in your pregnancy
you got. But it’s okay, baby. You’re fine. Nothing’s going to happen this
time.”

Rogue, now
nine-months pregnant with her and Logan’s baby, had been terrified for Logan to
leave her for even a minute ever since the ghoulish nightmares started plaguing
her. Unfortunately for Rogue, she was one of those people that dreamed in color
and everything was splashed in vivid shades of red.

“It’s okay, baby,”
Logan kept reassuring her, as he held her tightly and tenderly rubbed her back.

Shortly after
the attack, Scott and Logan had tracked Sabretooth down and ‘taken care’ of
him. The news reports when Sabretooth’s body had been found in that cheap motel
room had suggested that the killing was either drug related or possibly even
part of a satanic ritual. The body had been hacked up and burned to the point
that a positive identification would’ve had to be made through dental records,
except the head was missing - having been drop-kicked into the Hudson River by
Logan. Jean’s death a short while later in Washington at the hands of a
psychopath had effectively eliminated both people responsible for the events of
that night in December, but the nightmares still plagued Rogue nonetheless.
Hank told them that after the baby was born he would be able to prescribe a
mild sedative, which should help a little.

Rogue wiped the
tears away and attempted to smile. She knew how helpless Logan felt when it
came to her nightmares, unable to do anymore than offer comfort after she’d
wake up frantic. Rogue assured him that she considered that more than
enough. Suddenly, Rogue had something
else to take her mind off of the nightmare as she felt her panties dampen. She
eased out of Logan’s arms and dashed into the bathroom, making it to the toilet
just in time.

“Honey, you
okay?” Logan asked as he entered the bathroom to find Rogue with a strange look
on her face, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Rogue
said as she stood up, “Mah water just broke that’s all.”style="mso-spacerun: yes">

“WHAT?” Logan
yelled, “Why didn’t you say something? Come on we’ve gotta get you down to the
medlab.”

“Logan, don’t
panic,” Rogue giggled as she pulled on a robe and Logan did anyway.

Logan was
halfway out of the room when he suddenly remembered something important, that
in his haste, he’d forgotten to take with him. Turning to his wife he asked,
“Are you coming?”

Knocking on the
door of Scott and Kitty’s suite, they were greeted by Kitty, still in her robe
and holding fifteen month-old Rachel in her arms.

“Tell, Scott I
won’t be at this morning’s briefing, Marie’s in labor,” Logan informed her.

“No problem. I
was just heading down to the kitchen to get Rachel some breakfast. Go have a
baby,” she said, smiling and waving her hand in a scooting motion.

“Buh-bye,”
Rachel said, waving a chubby hand.

“Throw me a
kiss, Rach,” Logan instructed her.

Rachel made a
loud smacking noise on her palm and threw her hand out in front of her.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Logan pretended to grab the kiss from
mid-air and smacked his hand against his mouth. Rachel loved ‘throwing’ kisses
and giggled delightedly. Just then Rogue tugged on Logan’s sleeve.

“Uh, sweetie, ah
hate ta interrupt this precious moment with yer girlfriend, but ah don’t wanna
embarrass mahself by having this baby in the hallway,” Rogue joked.

“Oops, sorry,
honey, let’s go,” Logan said.

Rachel continued
to wave until Logan and Rogue had turned the corner at the end of the hall.

style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “Okay, little girl, let’s go find out if your
daddy’s made the coffee yet,” Kitty said, as they started toward the kitchen.

“Dada,” Rachel
cooed.

“That’s right,
cookie, we’re gonna go find dada,” Kitty informed her daughter.

A few hours
later, Rogue was cradling the mansion’s newest resident, 8lb 5ozstyle="mso-spacerun: yes"> Hayleigh McKenna Hunter.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Logan adored Rachel and played uncle to the
hilt, but having a child of his own was different he realized as he gazed down
into chocolate eyes that were miniature versions of her mother’s.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> She was, he decided, the most beautiful baby
that had ever been born – not that he was biased, of course.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Logan was happy that this pregnancy had not
been as traumatic for Rogue as the first one had been.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He still shuddered at what had happened to
poor Christopher the night Sabretooth had attacked the girls.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He couldn’t believe how close he’d come to
losing Rogue as well as Christopher.

Just then Kitty,
Scott, and Rachel came into the medlab to visit the newest addition to their
rapidly growing little ‘family’.

“Another girl,
huh,” Scott observed, “we’re outnumbered by the women in our lives, Logan, you
know that? We need some more testosterone around here.”

“Well, get on
the ball, Scooter. I do believe it’s your turn,” Logan responded.

style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “Well, Kitty and I are working on that right
now,” Scott announced as he placed a hand gently on Kitty’s stomach.

“Oh, my God,
Kitty. Really?” Rogue asked.

“Yup, the little
stick turned blue this morning. In
about seven and half months we’ll have one more ankle biter to terrorize us,”
Kitty confirmed.

“What are we
gonna do when we’re outnumbered by the kids?” Logan asked.

“Pray loudly and
often,” Rogue replied as all four of them burst out laughing.

The End.