Memories5

Part 5

Author: SisterWine
Rating: G
Summary: This is just a little snip of how I think if R&R had a child, and was left in Logan's care, sometime in the future. (Rhythm is MINE!!)
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money exchanged, no harm intended. I don't sell stories. The names 'Winnie The Pooh' and their configurations, also Snoopy and Piglet do not belong to me.

Rogue had decided to give Rhythm one last night with her father and Logan. She had felt it was the least
she could do before taking her daughter away from them. She had decided to bunk with Storm, and talk about the situation. Storm had been mainly agreeable in listening to her rambles, but had pointed out that even Rogue was unsure of what she was doing.

They sat outside, on the roof, where many a talk had been conveyed to numerous combinations of people. Storm's white gown and blue robe ruffled lightly in the calm breeze. "It is not your fault. You are only doing what you think is best for Rhythm, Rogue." Staring at Rogue's profile, Storm could tell it was was tearing the woman up about her family being destroyed. "What did Remy say to you, at the table, the night before you left? What went wrong?"

Sniffling and drying her eyes with gloved fingers, Rogue looked from the green grass below, to the bright and twinkling stars. "Before we had her, we had a son. Benjamin. He was about 2 when it happened, and Ah blamed Remy for it. It wasn't his fault, directly, but it was what happened that brought that night to a stop. They were swimmin and Remy was teachin him how to float. Ah heard splashin and screamin and ran out to find Remy defendin Ben against a gator. The trauma of what happened what too great, and Ben passed away durin the night." She paused to wipe at fresh tears that slid down her cheeks. "When we had Rhythm, Ah wouldn't let her near water, and Ah always made sure she wasn't alone in the bath. That evenin, before dinner, she caught Remy and Ah 'snugglin', that just led to her askin for a brother. Remy started to tell her about Ben, an' Ah kinda lost it. She was always his little girl." Rogue hung her head and rested her forehead on her knees as her arms wrapped around her legs.

Storm patted Rogue's left shoulder and nodded in understanding. "She does love him so much. And, I am sure she loves you just as much." She paused. "Rogue, she is a small child who doesn't want to see her parents in such distress. You and Gambit need to work this out, between yourselves, before moving on to other people."

Rogue lifted her head and nodded, drying her tears that kept falling. "Remy was so good, Storm. And, he had this way of makin me feel like Ah was so loved. But, Ah just can't do it, anymore. It hurts too much." She stood up and took a shallow breath. "Ah think Ah want to be alone for awhile. Ah'll be back later, 'kay?" Before another word was said, Rogue lifted herself into the sky and flew towards the town.



Logan stood on the balcony, smoking a cigar and talking to Remy. His jeans and white muscle shirt illuminated his outline in the moonlight. His brown boots glistened slightly as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. He had been watching the Cajun- who was uncharacteristically quiet- for some time now. "It'll be okay, kid." Logan reached a hand out to rest on Remy's shoulder.

"Yea. But, de girl is so young. She gonn' grow up an' t'ink her poppa don' love her. If she don', now."
Remy bowed his head and braced his arms against the railing, leaning on them. He had thought about letting his tears go, but he hadn't wanted to do it in front of another person, let alone Logan. His hands clasped together with the first two fingers of his right hand left out to hold a freshly lit cigarette.

Logan was about to reply when a sound came from above and behind them. He turned to find Storm
landing behind the two men, still in her bedclothes. "Rogue okay, Ro?"

"Yes, but I think Remy should try talking to her before they leave, in the morning." Storm folded her arms and stared at Remy, who hadn't turned around. "I believe you'll find her at Harry's, Gambit." She watched as he sighed and turned around to face her, unfolding his stance and taking a long deep drag of his cigarette. "Your daughter is counting on you, Gambit."

"Fine! I'm goin!" He snapped. Walking past the woman, he began to mumble his feelings and thoughts on the matter. Snuffing his cigarette into an ashtray before leaving, he grabbed his long coat and headed for the garage.

The two watched him leave and sighed almost in unison at the situation.

Storm turned back to look at Logan and asked. "Is the child alright?"

"Yea, she's sleepin in the Cajun's room." Putting out his cigar on the railing and tossing it into a wastecan, beside the door, he led her down the corridor to his room. He stood at the end of his bed, with his hands on his hips, and stared at the bag on his bed. The duffel had been packed and ready since after he had managed to calm Rhythm down and hand her over to Remy. "It's gonna be rough for the kid to go home without her. His life revolved around that tiny darlin. And, I guess mine did, too. She had these little overalls that she'd wear, and carry around our wrenches and screwdrivers, with a rag hangin out o' her back pocket as we fixed the bikes and cars. She wouldn't get close but, she'd squat down and ask what we were doin, or what we needed." He smiled and laughed a bit as he pictured an image of the little girl in a small mechanic's gray jumper with a tiny red baseball cap turned backwards, her long brown hair in a braid. She rested on her feet that had been flat on the floor, watching Logan lie under the front of a red sports car, holding onto a wrench with both hands.

A warm smile spread across Storm's lips. "In the few days she has been here, she has certainly made an impression on several people. I must admit, she has worked her charms on me, as well. But, her safety should come before selfishness. We will do everything we can to prevent anything from happening to her." She moved closer to him and now stood between him and the bed. Cupping her hands around his cheeks, she leaned in and kissed him as softly as she could.

The kiss broke for a moment but, returned as he kissed her back and deepend it. His hands rested on her hips and eased her close to him. Their tongues collided as they kissed, both closing their eyes. It felt good, to him, to have a warm woman this close. She had pulled him forward as she sat down on the end of the bed, never once breaking the kiss.

She leaned back and lie on the bed, with him leaning over her. His hands were planted to either side, as hers still cupped his cheeks. Her hands slipped to his waist and began pulling his white T-shirt from his pants, running her hands underneath and over his soft, hair covered stomach.

Logan stopped. Breaking the kiss and turning his head towards the cracked open door, he saw teary violet eyes staring at him. Sighing, he stood up and walked over to open the door and kneel down to her level. "What's the matter, squirt? Bad dream?" Brushing the hair out of her eyes before drying her tears with his thumbs, he asked.

Rhythm shook her head and reached out to wrap her arms around his shoulders and hug him, returning to her silent cries that were only audible by her soft gasps for breath. "Wan' my poppa. Go home wit' you." She said as he picked her up and patted her back.

"I know, darlin. And, you can come home soon enough. But, right now, I think yer momma might want some time with you, too. Don't you think?" He asked as she leaned back to look at him. "Hm?"

Rhythm nodded, sullenly.

Storm sat up and watched Logan hold the little girl in his arms. She had thought it best to leave them alone and wait for Rogue to return before doing anything else. But, Logan had turned around and was walking back to the bed, with the girl in his arms. They sat beside her and he handed Rhythm to storm as he stood up again, and went to fetch a glass of water for the child.

She sat on Storm's lap and eyed the woman, curiously. Her big, violet eyes watched carefully with guarded emotion as the woman brushed the long black hair behind her ears with a thin finger. As Logan came back, he had handed her the glass of water and let her drink before setting down on the floor. She smiled and giggled as he wiped her face, playfully.



Remy stepped through the door to Harry's and looked around the room for Rogue. Spotting her in a cornerbooth, and sipping a bottled beer, she hadn't seen him, yet. He moved among the light crowd, making his way to her. His jeans lightly rubbed against his thin legs and his red T-shirt flirted with the dim lights from under his long trenchcoat. He stopped beside her and ordered a drink as a barmaid passed him. "Mind if I join you?" He turned back to Rogue and asked.

"Go ahead." Rogue hadn't looked at him. She tipped her head back and took a long drink of beer. Lowering the bottle from her drink, she leveled and finally stared at Remy, who sat across from her. "You gonna try and tell me that Ah'm doin the wrong thing for our daughter? Or, are ya just here to enjoy the scenery?"

He sighed and waited for the waitress to set down his drink and leave before speaking. "Why ya doin dis, chere? Rhyt'm been away from me f'r too long. Logan an' I can protect her. She been t'rough enough wit'out havin t' pick who she goes home wit'. B'sides, Shugs'd never let anyt'in happen to her." He leaned in closely and said, as calm as he could.

Rogue blinked at him through her haze. "He's an alligator, Remy. He aint even allowed in the house. How the Devil is he gonna protect her if he can't get up the stairs?"

Remy took a drink and swallowed slowly. "She won' be alone, Rogue. She follows us around an' we have
ta sleep in her room at night. Dese t'ings dat came for me, dey were tipped off. How do I know he didn't do dat?"

"Don't do this, Remy."

"Too late."

She sighed. "She's leavin with me, Remy. Ah deserve a chance to tell her why that night happened. Mah turn." Seeing the hurt and nonchalant agreeing in his eyes, she stood up and left the bar.

Remy had a few more drinks after that, not exactly sticking with beer. It had hurt to hear that his wife wasn't coming back, even more to know that she was taking his one small rememberance of her, with. He smirked and snorted in thought of how she'd get her desserts when Rhythm would have nightmares. He took another drink and wondered how the tiny girl would adjust to someone like Magneto. And, what would he teach her that Remy couldn't?

Sinking into deep thought, he hadn't noticed a woman had sat down across from him and asked him for a light. Registering that someone was talking to him, he sat up and blinked. Lighting her cigarette with his lighter that he had been playing with, in his hand, he was asked if he wanted some company. "Non. No' tonite, chere." Was his reply.

"Your loss, babe." The beautiful woman with curly red hair and a tight, red leather mini-dress and thigh-high black stilleto boots stood and left.



Logan had asked Storm to go get Rhythm a warm washcloth to clean her face, before returning her to bed. While she was gone, Logan took the time to talk to the child. "Darlin, you need to go back to bed. You got a long way to go, tomorrow." He brushed her hair behind her shoulders and stared into her trembling violet eyes. He hadn't expected her to agree with him, but he also hadn't expected to be asked the question he was asked.

"So dat you an' de lady can have..... babies?" Her eyes and face had cast an innocence around her words. She looked up at him as he had tried to answer the question as calmly as he could. They had sat on the end of the bed, beside each other, and talked.

He smiled and ran his top front teeth over his bottom lip while thinking of how to answer. "Mm, I think that's a bit too grown up for ya, darlin. You shouldn't be worryin about that." He had said it just in time for Storm to return with the washcloth and start to wipe off Rhythm's face.

Closing her eyes and wrinkling her nose, she backed away from the cloth. As soon as Storm stopped and lowered the cloth, Rhythm sneezed.

"Bless you, child." Storm cooed.

"Merci." Rhythm nodded before a yawn.

Logan looked from the child to Storm and silently conversed with her that it was time for the child to go back to bed. "Time for bed, Little Bit. Don't want your daddy bein angry that yer still awake, do ya?" He was hoping she wouldn't fight her sleep, but to his surprise, she nodded and reached her arms out to him to be carried back to bed. Picking her up and letting her lay her head on his left shoulder, he rubbed her back and told Storm he'd be right back.

Carrying the girl into Gambit's dark room, Logan lay her down in the bed. The covers had already been pulled back, revealing the white bedding that had been waiting for her. Tucking her under the covers, he sat beside her on the bed and rubbed the thumb of his right hand against her left cheek. "Time to sleep, Little Bit." He looked down at her face that was dully illuminated by the desk lamp that was still used as a nightlite, at the end of the bed.

"Y' fo'get me, Logan? Huh?" Her tiny voice asked, almost sadly. She lie on her back and looked up at him as her hands fidgeted with each other. Her arms were uncovered and lay across her stomach, the purple of her pajamas darkening the white linen where they lay. Her eyes hadn't left his since her head hit the pillow. She blinked and watched as he reached to her left and pulled her forgotten teddybear nearer to her.

Logan looked at her. He could see the troubles in her eyes and hear it in her minutest breath. Putting a hand on hers as she held the teddybear on her chest, he smiled. "Course not, darlin. I would never forget such a pretty little button like you. You're my Little Bit, and your daddy's princess."

"Ya make sure Poppa be good....?" She spoke as seriously as she could, managing to sound quite grown up. "H' gets lonely, no? An' Shugs an' dem....?"

Logan smiled. "Yea, kiddo. I'll keep him in line for ya." Soothing her hair to one side, he added. "Close yer eyes. Sleep time, now." Her eyes slid shut as he stood up and walked to the door.

"Logan...?" She opened her eyes and sat up.

"Yea, darlin...?"

Clutching her bear, she whispered. "Love you...."

"Love you too, baby. Lay down, sleep time." He had found it hard to stop the tears that had choked him as he heard her say it. Sighing that her eyes had been closed when he left the room, he turned and came face to face with Remy, who stood a few feet from him.

Remy leaned against the wall, beside the door. "Sh' asleep?"

"Just put her down, again." Logan nodded.

"T'anks." Remy shrugged. He had sighed and slid his hands into his front pockets of his jeans as he looked away from Logan. His few beers and various others drinks hadn't been enough to numb the ache in his chest. He wanted to brush past Logan and hide the sleeping child under his coat while they ran away somewhere. Anywhere. But, he stayed.

Logan could almost taste the tears and heartache that clung to Remy like skin. He had felt the same way. It wasn't in his power to step in and tell Remy or Rogue how to be a parent to the scared little girl. Instead, he only nodded and examined Remy's hidden expression. "Talk to Rogue?"

A nod.

"When're they leavin?"

Remy shrugged. "In de mornin, af'er breakfas'." He had sounded like his heart had been ripped out of him and left to bleed on the floor as he watched. "She ain't gonna fo'give me for his death. She jus' gonna take it out on de petite."

Logan leaned forward a bit. "Who's death?"

"De chile we had b'fore Rhyt'm." Shaking his head, drowsily, Remy pushed himself off of the wall and reached a hand towards the door. "I see ya later, Logan." He brushed past the older man who had said his 'goodnights' and slipped into the darkened room to sit in a chair at the desk and watch Rhythm sleep.



"Is she asleep?" Storm sat on the bed and asked as Logan came in and shut the door behind him. She sat cross-legged, left over right, and was leaning back on her palms that rested behind her.

He nodded and watched her shift in position as he came to sit beside her. "She uh--" He cleared his throat. "She was just needin to be tucked in. Remy's in there with her, now." The pang of guilt was thick on his words. He had thought about the way her tiny voice had said those words. His ears heard the heartbreak and acknowledgement of finality in her voice.

"Good."

Laying on his back with Storm staring down at him from beside him, he had felt the as if he was letting more than just the tiny child down. He had become so entranced with the big violet eyes that had pleaded with him not to be forgotten, that he missed the events of Storm laying beside him. His eyes stared up, at the ceiling as her head rested on his left shoulder. The light weight of her slender left arm draped over his taut stomach, shook him gently back to his room. He sighed.

"Rogue won't let anything happen to her, Logan." The woman soothed against his chest. The arm that had been draped over his stomach had moved to slip her hand in his as she turned her head to kiss his cheek.

He sighed and squeezed her hand, slightly. He knew Rogue wouldn't be foolish enough to harm her own child, just to get back at Remy. But, he also knew how Rhythm was seeing it.

Storm sat up and looked back down at him. "Shall I leave you alone?"

"Hm? No, I uh-- just-- stay here. Please?"

"Alright." Storm lay her head back down on his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her and held her close to him.



Morning came and breakfast was being served. Rhythm had sat so nicely between Remy and Logan the she was almost missed in the morning confusion. She ate her Kix silently and drank her orange juice without the utter of a word. Her hair was done in two long braids down her back with daisy barettes on each end. Her long bangs had been sprayed to one side, revealing her perfect round violet eyes. Rogue had picked out her outfit to wear for the day, a short layered white skirt with a pink T-shirt that pictured 2 teddybears having a picnic on the front. Pink socks and white tennis shoes replaced her sandals.

Rogue leaned forward and asked in a whisper. "Baby, would you like some more?" She noticed that Rhythm had finished her cereal and was stirring the remaining milk with her spoon. Rogue, herself, had been
dressed in a nice long denim skirt with a black, long sleeved shirt that buttoned in the front. Her short hair had been long enough to be curled about her shoulders.

"Non." Was the short reply. Not bothering to stop her stirring, or look up, Rhythm sighed.

The doorbell rang and Rhythm jumped, slightly. She had been waiting for it to ring for about an hour. She knew it was him, coming to take her and her mother away from Logan and Remy.

Slipping under the table and crawling to the end, she ran for the foyer and up the stairs to find a place to hide. "Rhythm MacKensie, come here!" The screams from her mother gave shivers down her back as she ran, faster. Running down the long corridor to her right, she darted into the 7th room on her right and into the closet, closing the door and sitting down in the darkness. Curling into a ball, in the back of the small room, she bit her lower lip to hush her sobs.

Five minutes passed before the door opened and someone was pushing the hanging clothing out of the way to grab her arms and lift her out of the closet.

Her eyes had been wrenched tightly shut, and she kicked and screamed her protests. "Non! Don' wanna go! Le' go!" Her eyes were still shut as her tears fell to splash against the person's shoulder. She was being hugged and held while they patted her back and shushed her.

"I know, darlin." Logan soothed. He was carrying her down the stairs and out onto the front porch.
Walking down the steps, to where Rogue, Erik, Remy and the others now stood, had been so hard for him to do. He hadn't wanted to stop. He just wanted to grab Remy's arm, and keep walking until they made it back to Louisiana.

Rhythm held onto Logan as tightly as she could, until she realised he was kissing her cheek and whispering in her ear that he loved her, before handing her to Remy.

Remy hugged her and held in his arms as he whispered to her. "Be a good girl, petite. Remember, poppa loves you. Any'time y' wan' to come home, I be right dere to get you, ok?" Kissing her on her cheek, he handed her to Rogue with instruction of being good to their daughter and making sure she is ok.

Prying the tiny hands from Remy's black T-shirt, and holding the squirming, screaming child in her arms, she told the rest of the group goodbye. "Rhythm, calm down. Calm down, baby, you're gonna hurt yerself." Rubbing the child's back and watching as their bags were placed into the small gray jet, Rogue set the child down, on her own feet, and knelt down to talk to her.

Her face was red and soaked from screams and tears. She refused to look at Rogue or the man who stood behind her and was picking her up. "Non! Le' go! Poppa! Poppa! Le' go! Wan' my poppa! Poppa, ne pas me partir! Me l�che!" She struggled against the man's arm around her waist, still reaching out for Logan or Remy to come for her. "Je je promets ne le fera pas encore! Poppa! Je serai bon! La maison!" Rhythm screamed and grabbed at Erik's bare arm to try and wriggle away from him. She could see Logan holding Remy back, through her haze of tears and cries. "Vous aimez moi! Vous aimez moi, poppa! Non! Le'go! Stupid! Hate you! Stupid! Wan' my poppa." Reaching back out to Remy, a red glow had manifested around her, and as soon as she screamed another ear-piercing cry, the alarms on the garaged cars began to sound. The security system for the mansion had cued and weapons were being raised and armed to fire. The ground began to shake as her charge passed from her into Erik and down, under ground to cause the doors on the house and front gate to open and close.

Xavier watched everything happen in slow motion and was quick to shut down the systems before they had fired. Sighing and hushing his remark to those who were closest to hear him, he blinked. "Well, the child certainly knows how to use DefCon4."

"And, that's bad, right?" Scott had been standing beside Xavier, on his left and asked. His arms had been unfolded and one hand now perched on the rims of his sunglasses in case Xavier was a fraction too late.

Xavier stared at the little girl. "Yes."

"Rogue!" Remy called, not being able to stand the hysterical pleas of the child. "Let her come t' me! C'mere petite." He knelt on the ground and opened his arms for her, telling Magneto it was okay and let her go.

As soon as her shoes hit the gravel, she wriggled free of her restraints and ran as fast as she could to her father's arms. Wrapping her arms around Remy's neck and holding on for dear life, she closed her eyes and knew he was only carrying her back to the jet. Her hoarse voice hurt as she sat back, in his arms, and asked. "Vous promettre ne m'oubliera pas, poppa?"

Remy sighed and fought back his emotions. "Course I won' fo'get you, cherie. Je t'aime tres beacoup."

She was being set down into a bulky carseat with blue padding, and strapped in. "Qui fera la marque que les monstres partent?" The bib of the seat had come down over her head and locked into place by the belts attached to it.

"Dey won' get you, cherie. Y' tell dem, yo' Poppa beat 'em up, if dey even try." A hand on his back and Rogue gently telling him they had to go. "Be good, Rhyt'm. I call you t' talk, 'kay? Love you, girl. Behave fo' yo' momma." He watched her nod and retreated from the inside of the jet, staring into her huge, saddened violet eyes.

She wanted Remy and Logan to rescue her. Release her from the jet with the door that was lowering closed. Her seat was on the far left, behind the pilot's, as the door was on the right. Her eyes never left Remy's face. Her arms were being wrapped around her teddybear, and Rogue was combing her black hair with gloved fingers, but her eyes never lifted from her poppa. Rhythm was calm now, and sitting quietly. Her tears were gone, and her voice was hushed. A window on the door, cirle in shape, let her see Remy and Logan standing together, as the aircraft took off.

Hugging her teddybear tightly, Rhythm silently wiped her tears with it's left ear and watched her mother sit in the co-pilots seat and stare forward. She yawned and leaned back into the seat. She was trapped now. Louisiana was a far cry from Genosha. Closing her eyes for a nap, her mind pictured images of Remy and Logan chasing her around the front yard, playing tag. Another image of Remy pushing her on a swing with a wooden seat and thick yellow ropes to hold it to the old birch tree in the front yard. And finally an image of Logan rushing into her room, as she stood in the middle of it, and scooped her up into his arms to comfort her from a bad dream.



As the jet landed, it had jerked and woke the sleeping child with a start. "Poppa!" She called in a slightly disoriented state. Looking around herself, she hadn't seen Remy or Logan, but her mother turning around and patting her knee.

"It's okay, baby. We're home." Rogue soothed. She smiled faintly and looked back to Erik as he landed the jet on a small, circular pad, in back of a very tall and dark castle-looking establishment.

Rhythm blinked and sat up straight to see out of the small window beside her. "Y' take me back?"

This time Erik answered, with a small laugh, "No, my dear, this is your new home. Welcome to Genosha." He unfastened himself from the pilot's seat and turned around. "My name is Erik. And, you have a lovely name, Rhythm. Your mother must have given it to you.... hm?"

She pouted, angrily. "Non! My poppa gived it ta me. Only Poppa an' Logan can use dat name."

"Ah gave her her middle name, though." Rogue had watched her daughter's expression carefully.

Erik nodded. "Well then, we'll just have to call you MacKensie then, won't we? Or, do you prefer, 'Miss LeBeau'?"

"MacKensie'll do just fine. Won't it, sweetie?" Rogue's tone sounded candy coated and as devoid of anger as she could manage. "How about we go see your new room? It has all your favourites in there. Ah know how much you like Winnie the Pooh, and Snoopy. Come on, put it together, mahself." She unfastened the girl and helped her down, out of the chair.

Taking Rhythm's hand and leading her into the huge castle that was decorated in marvelous paintings and artwork and cozy rugs. Rogue led her up a tall, winding marble staircase and down a long, drafty corridor to a huge nursery. Pictures of Pooh Bear and Snoopy lined the lavendar walls while toys of the same animals decorated shelves and windowsills, and the floor. Walking up to the bed, a full-sized bed, with
white lace linen and a curved white canopy with long lace curtains that had been pulled open and tied to each brass bedpost.

The bed sat in the middle of the room, and looked like the only thing that hadn't been cluttered with toys or books or pillows. The windows lie to either side of the bed, and had tiny pictures of Winnie the Pooh and Piglet doing various things. A tall creme coloured wardrobe sat off to the far right of the room, and was opened to reveal it full capacity with clothings and shoes. Beside it, sat a long, 3 drawer high, with a tall elegant mirror, dresser that was also creme coloured.

Rhythm had been so busy taking in the room that seemed bigger yet smaller than her old room, that she hadn't noticed Erik kneeling beside her and placing a thick metal band on her right wrist, with glowing green and red buttons. "Wha's dis?" Pulling on the band after it had been snapped into place.

Rogue knelt down and took hold of the tiny hand that was pulling on the bracelet. "It's just to keep you safe, honey. Keeps us safe, too. Do you know what ya almost did at Xavier's? It's okay, baby," Reaching up to soothe the girl's hair and stopping as Rhythm flinched away. "It won't hurt ya, sweetie." She stood up and asked the child if she was hungry. Getting a no in reply, she decided to nod and leave the girl alone to adjust. As she stood in the doorway, she turned back to Rhythm. "Baby, yer daddy still loves ya. Ah just want to be with you, for awhile, okay? Maybe we'll call them tonight....?"

Rhythm nodded but didn't look at her mother. Instead she waited until the door shut, before running and climbing onto the bed and cry into a pillow, holding her teddy tightly to her. "Je t'aime, Poppa."

The End of this Timespot.......

ne pas partir - Don't leave me

Me l�che - Let go of me

Je je promets ne le fera pas encore - I promise I won't do it again

Je serai bon! - I'll be good

La maison - Home.

Vous aimez moi! Vous aimez moi - You love me (repeated)

Vous promettre ne m'oubliera pas - Promise you won't forget me

Je t'aime tres beacoup - I love you so much

Qui fera la marque que les monstres partent? - Who will make the monsters go away?