~Michiru

Remy slid in through the second story window, into the dark room. The package he carried was bulky, but had to be transported carefully for the plan to work. And the plan had to work at all costs.
With the skills of a thief, he moved silently through the room toward his goal. It was a dark lump on the edge of the room, but he unerringly made his way toward it.
He was happy that none of his skills had left him. In the X-Men, stealth wasn't always needed, so skills such as these could wither. But now, with his goal in sight, he knew-
"Remy, what the hell are ya doing?" Rogue interrupted his thoughts by turning on the light.
Remy's shoulders slumped slightly. "Ch�rie, how did you know I was here?"
"Cause ah've been awake for two hours, waitin an waitin fer you ta get home, swamp rat," She sat up, and put one knee under her chin. She looked so beautiful.
"You told me to go, Ch�re. You said you hated Remy, and did not want to look at him ever again."
"An how many times have I told you something like that since we've met?"
"Remy does not know. You do not know, either. You don' remember dat far back!" Remy said smugly.
It had been almost a year since the accident that claimed Rogue's memory. After hitting her head in a Danger Room accident, everyone had been dismayed to find that Rogue remembered nothing of her past with the X-Men. Or, for that matter, from her entire life.
They had been happy to find out that the control over her powers had been won,however. Her friends had made the decision not to tell her about that aspect of her powers, or her past life as a member of the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants.
Rogue had been happy for the first bit, even realizing her love for Remy, until Mystique came to visit, and told her all the X-Men didn't.
In the spirit of her old temper, she exploded, and left for the Mississippi, not even knowing why. Ororo had gone after her, and brought her home.
Remy had decided to not let her get away again, and asked her to marry him. She had accepted, and now, 6 months later - exactly - they were having their umteenth fight.
"Enough! Remy, you fergot today was our sixth month anniversary!"
"Roguey, I always thought dat anniverersaries were yearly. Thus having the root word anni, coming from annum, meaning year. I didn't know dat you were expecting dis!"
"Ya been talkin ta Hank again, haven't ya? Ah wasn't expectin presents or nothin, just a 'Ahh, Roguey, we been married six months today, Ch�rie!' type of thing," Rogue said, her honeyed accent imatating Remy's french one almost perfectly.
"Je desol�, mais� I did not tink it was dat imortant. Not to say you are not important, nor our wedding dat is not, just� I am happy to tink dat our anniversary will be September every year. Not September, den March."
"Alright Remy. Ya made yer point."
"I am sorry, ma amour. Please forgive me," Remy put the box in her lap.
"There's nothin ta fergive. Yer right," she said, but nevertheless opened the box eagerly. "Remy!" She pulled the roses out of the box, and buried her face in the deep red petals. "They're gorgeous!"
"I thought you would like dem," he said, pleased. Sometimes he liked to fight with Rogue. When she was angry, her eyes snapped like green fire, her hair flared around her, and her breast heaved. In short, she was beautiful when angry.
And making up was so sweet.
"I love you, Ch�rie, you know dat. I-"
"Remy, ah have ta tell ya somethin'."
"Oh?" He didn't like the sound of this.
"Ah went an talked to Hank today."
"H�nri? Pourquoi?"
"Well, ah'm sure it hasn't escaped yer notice. Ah ain't been feelin too good lately."
"Oui, I have noticed you've been a mite sickly of late," Remy agreed. "It's not anything horrible, is it? I thought Legacy had been cured!"
"It is, Remy, an it ain't nothin horrible. Well, ah guess that's accordin ta yer opinion on the matter."
"Rogue? No, don' worry, Rogue. I will stand by you in your hour of need. Just don' leave me."
"Oh, Remy, silly. Ah ain't gonna die. Ah� Ah'm mmm-mm" She mumbled.
"Eh? I missed dat, Ch�re," Remy looked confused.
"Ah'm� ah'm gonna have a baby, Remy. Ah'm preggers."
"Preggers.. You� You're pregnant?"
"Yup," Rogue sighed. "Bout 12 weeks, Hank said. No, Hank crowed, the little rat."
"Pregnant," Remy stared in shock. "We're going to have a baby."
"Yup. Congrats, Daddy."
"Daddy."
"Ya'll ok, Remy?" Rogue looked worried.
Remy whooped loudly. "Ch�re! Tu est tres magnifique! Ahhh!!!!!"
Rogue's eyes widened. She had hoped for a positive reaction, but this went past what she was thinking. "Remy, it's three in the mornin'! Hush yer mouth!"
"Hush!?" Remy yelled. "How can I hush!?"
"Ah take it yer happy with the idea?"
"Ahahahaha!!!" Remy laughed, hugging her tightly. "No, no!" Remy admonished himself. "Be gentle wit the beauty!"
"Remy!" Rogue laughed.
"Who's being murdered?" Logan burst into the room, followed by Ororo, Jean, Hank and Bobby.
"Rogue? Remy? Are you alright?" Ororo asked.
"Oui, Stormy! Remy is more dan alright! Remy is elated!!!"
"I don't feel any negative forces," Jean said.
"What is goin on here?" Logan asked.
"We. We. Hee!" Remy sniggered.
"Remy's really happy. Ah'm sorry he woke y'all up"
"You told him!" Hank grinned.
"Ah did," Rogue smiled, looking at a very happy Remy.
"What? What's going on?" Bobby asked.
"Remy and ah, well, we're gonna have a baby."
"She's got a bun in the oven," Hank beamed.
"Congratulations!" Ororo cried.
"Oh, honey!" Jean hugged her.
"Hey, grandpa!" Bobby slapped Logan on the back.
"Do that again and I'll melt you."
"Ok!"
Rogue burst into tears.
"Roguey, what is it? What's wrong?" Remy cried.
"Ah'm happy," Rogue sobbed. "Ah can't help it."
"Of course you can't," Jean smiled, giving her a squeeze.
"When is she due, Hank?" Logan asked, while Jean, Ororo and Remy fussed over Rogue.
"Well, she's about 12 weeks now. So around the end of September. I'd give her due date to be about the 30th."
"Now dat would be the best anniversary present, Ch�re," Remy hugged her. A baby!
"Well, Rogue, you're on hiatus from active duty, as of now," Logan said firmly.
"But-"
"No, Rogue, he's right. You may be invulnerable, but that child isn't," Ororo told her gently.
"Ah'm gonna hate this. Who's gonna be leader of my team, then? You, Logan?"
Logan laughed. "Nope. Ororo, mind takin over temporaily?"
"Of course I will."
"Ah'm gonna hate this. After this is done, ah wanna be fixed."
"Don't forget to have your pet spayed or neutered," Bobby snickered.
"Rogue!"
"Ah'm gonna hate ta be inactive," Rogue moaned.
"You're going to love this, then," Hank chuckled. "I was in my lab earlier this evening, and I was looking through the tests I gave you. There's a very strong indication, about 99% sure, that you're carrying twins."
A loud thump drew everyone's attention to Remy, who now lay prone on the floor.
"He fainted," Bobby stared.
"Twins? Oh, good lord," Rogue sighed. "Ah'm gonna be a crappy mother."
"I think you'll be a wonderful mother," Ororo smiled, as Hank put Remy on the bed.
"I think that we need to let Rogue and Remy get some sleep," Jean told everyone, herding people out.
"Good night, y'all," Rogue called as the door closed.
"Roguey?"
"Yer awake? Silly."
"Twins?"
"Looks like it."
"I love you Rogue. I tink dis is wonderful. Marry me?"
"Yer a nut, Gumbo," Rogue smiled. "We already are. I love ya too, Remy."
Remy wrapped his arms around Rogue, and happily drifted off to sleep.

~finis Chapter 1