TITLE: Little Noises BY: candy RATING: PG-13 (shocking I know) DISCLAIMER: I don't the X-Men...at...all...never have...never will. NOTES: No sex, no real meaning, just romanic fluff. Slightly tear jerking.... A clap of thunder shook him from his sleep, not that he was really sleeping all that well anyway. He was too worried about his wife. She'd been sick for, what, three days now. Couldn't keep a single thing down, not even crackers or water. She was tired and looked pale. For the better part of day the words, Legacy Virus, floated around in Logan's mind. *Anything but that,* he prayed. He rolled over and saw his beloved Jubilation peacefully sleeping in a tight ball. Brushing a gently finger across her cheek was all he needed to do to get her to instinctively roll into his arms. She wiggled into place, a perfect fit as normal, and didn't even wake up. He inhailed the clean scent of her hair, amazingly she still smelled as innocent as she did the first time he smelled her when she lurked around the Australia base, but she wasn't. He had *ahem* seen to that a year ago on their wedding night. Maybe it was her innocent soul that still flavored her scent pure, whatever. She squirmed a bit, that was new, but then again she was sick. Come hell or high water she was going to see Hank first thing. She kept telling him it was the Cajun's Gumbo, but after three days he seriuosly doubted if even Gambit's spicy slop could still be the source of her discomfort. His face wrinkled as his ears just barely caught a noise. He opened his eyes and scaned the room. He didn't smell any usual scents, no other accompanying noises, everything seemed to be in order. He laided back down, reating his cheek in crock of Jubilee's neck. Like a lullaby, the gentle sounds of the rain falling outside was just starting to affect Logan when... He growled softly, every animal instinct in his head started to activate. Someone else was in the room, he could feel them. He shot up out of his warm bed and started roaming their bedroom, "Wolvie," he heard Jubilee's sleepy voice calling him. He turned to face her, his finger placed over his lips warning her to remain quiet. She knew something was wrong, he only acted like this when trouble was close by. After another minute, he chalked it up to paranoia and returned to bed and the warmth of his wife's tender enbrace. He nestled his head between her breasts as she played in his hair. Her soothing touch had always had an interesting on him, he purred. Nobody had ever made him purr before. She place a sweet kiss on his forehead and settled back down. "How ya feelin' Darlin'," he asked, his voice was heavy with concern? "Sleepy, my stomach is..'kay," she was lying through her teeth and they both knew it. "You goin' to see Hank 'morrow," he grumbled. "Oh Gawd Wolvie, it was Gambit's gumbo..." he looked up at her with angry eyes, he wasn't bying it this time, he wasn't even going to act like he was buying it. She might have him wrapped around her pinky finger but a man has to put his foot down sometimes. There it was again, only thing was this time he was able to zero in on the sound...it was coming from inside of her body. His angry eyes softened, with one motion, he rolled her on to her back and gingerly sat on her legs. "Wolvie...look I know it's been a couple of hours since we uh...but unlike you I need a little rest," she giggled looking up at him. "Shhh," he ordered. He lowered his body on top of her putting his weight on his bent arms. She smiled at him, but remained quiet. He crawled down her body, never touching her only allowed his eyes and nose to examine her. He was tracking something, she knew it, but what? His movements reminded her of how he would track a deer or a rabbit on one of their hunting trips in the forest, only she seemed to be the forest and something on her was the rabbit...*HMM,* she thought with a delivish grin. Just as his nose reached the skin right below her belly button he stopped moving. His expression turned curious as he pressed his ear to her flesh. Ignoring the sound of her heart beating and the churning upset acids in her stomach, he listened to the random new sound her body was making. He twitched as the sound fired up again then died, finally gaining a steady beat, the drumming settled into a rhythm he recognized as a heartbeat, a baby's heartbeat. A look of confused disbelief danced across his rough face. His eyes grew wide like a child's would on Christmas morning. He wrapped his arms around her as tight as he could, all his weight began to crush down on her legs. "WOLVIE, 102 pounds of flesh v.s. 300 of adamantium... laced... skelton," she could feel droplets of water moistening the bare skin of her stomach. Ignoring the pain in her legs she looked down at him, "Wolvie," she whispered,"why you cryin'?" "Darlin'," he managed to push out. His voice sounded confused, not upset confused, just a little out of whack. "That's me, look at me Wolvie," she reached down and cupped her hand over his left cheek. He looked at her, love and admiration was in his tearful eyes. She raised a slinder onyx eyebrow as he crawled up her body and unexpectedly, he embraced her, pressing her face into his rock hard chest. She could hear his heart racing. "Darlin'," he said again. She did her best to push him away, something was really wrong, he was crying and acting like she was dying. *Am I,* she wondered? "Wolvie, damn it you tell me right now what's wrong or I'll paff you into Jean and Scott's room," she barked, feed-up with his behavior. He pulled away from her with the biggest smile she'd ever seen on his face, "Darlin' can't a man be happy about being a father," he asked in playful tone? "Sure, but yo...father," her blue eye grew to the size of saucers, "Like...Daddy....like you," she said while pointing to him. He nodded, snuffling back the rest of his tears. She wasn't with him yet, it was still sinking into her sleepy mind, that she was pregnant. "Okay, father..like parents... as in me and you..and... a....BABY!!!" There, she finally was on the same page as him, she almost fainted. With one hand he steadied her. She laid back down and remained quiet for a minute. "Jubilee," he asked? Worry started to set in, Jubilee was only 21, he had never thought about them having a baby. They hadn't really talked about it. Was she upset? Angry? "So you 'felt' the little bugger uh," she asked locking her eyes with his? He only nodded a yes. She exploded into a fit of laughter and hugged him tight. "We gonna have a baby, Baby!!! Hot damn WOOOOO," she yelled!!! Grunting a laugh, he squizzed her tight and planted a wet kiss on her shoulder. "Darlin'," was all he could say. Never in his life had he been so happy.