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Falling In Love Again 1/1 (G) [Logan, Marie, others]

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  • Dyce-Elihara
    Disclaimer: Characters are not mine. Universe is not mine. Nothing is mine, except the idea, which is hardly original enough to make death-threats over.
    Message 1 of 1 , May 6, 2001
      Disclaimer: Characters are not mine. Universe is not
      mine. Nothing is mine, except the idea, which is
      hardly original enough to make death-threats over. <g>
      Rated G.

      Falling In Love Again
      By Dyce

      He watched her sleeping.

      He loved doing that, loved the way it made his heart
      turn over and tingle with joy. She was beautiful, his

      She looked so soft, so delicate, so very frail... but
      she wasn't. Tough as old nails and boot leather, as
      honey-sweet as the inside of a beehive and just as
      lethal. He'd made a special point of training her for
      it, knowing that she needed a fallback that didn't
      involve using her powers. Scott hadn't liked that.
      Scott could kiss his hairy ass.

      Okay, can't think stuff like that, you'll wake her up
      if you go snickering like that. Even if it was a VERY
      funny mental image and one that Marie will appreciate
      when you tell her about it.

      She'd gotten stronger over the years... strong enough
      to juggle tanks, thanks to a slip with her powers that
      had left all his shirts soaked with her tears and his
      fists aching for something to squash. He hadn't,
      though. He'd been ever so calm and collected, he'd
      smoothed her hair and given her tissues at regular
      intervals, and thanked Ororo nicely when she washed
      all the snot off his shirts for him.

      Now he risked reaching out to stroke her hair gently,
      brushing a snowy curl away from her pretty face. She
      looked tired. She'd been through a lot, poor baby
      girl, in the last day. She'd struggled, battled the
      pain and the fear and he'd been helpless to protect
      her, reduced to watching his beloved Marie screaming
      and struggling against a pain that she couldn't fight.

      But everything was all right now.

      She looked pale, resting against the hospital-blue
      pillows. Maybe he should get her something? But she
      had everything already. He would just sit there and
      wait until she woke up. Yes. Quiet as a Wolviemouse,
      he thought giddily, aware that stress and lack of
      sleep was making him silly.

      He sat back carefully, and was just considering taking
      a little nap of his own when he heard... a squeak. A
      tiny indrawn breath.

      "No!" he whispered hastily. "Shh! Go back to sleep!"

      The squeak repeated itself, a bit louder. It was
      building up to something.

      "No!" He hissed desperately. "You can't wake up yet!
      I don't know what to do if you wake up!"

      The squeak turned into a tremulous indrawn breath,
      soft lips drew up into a rictus of misery, a wail was
      about to emerge...

      With a whispered plea for divine help, Logan leaned
      over and scooped the little blue bundle out of its
      plastic crib. "Please be quiet," he begged in a near
      soundless whisper. "*Please*. Your mom's *tired*."

      The baby gazed up at him out of unfocused blue eyes,
      apparently entirely distracted from his momentary
      misery. As if he, Logan, was the most utterly
      fascinating thing that this tiny morsel of humanity
      had ever seen.

      Logan sighed, and fell devastatingly in love once

      He was perfect, from his tiny little fingers... Logan
      counted them carefully... to his miniscule toes, all
      bundled up in his little tiny yellow booties in case
      they got cold. Logan cooed unashamedly, wrapping the
      blanket more securely around the little body and
      pulling the tiny woolly hat down around little pink
      ears. The ears had a teeny bit of fuzz on them. Oh,
      furry ears. Nothing, Logan was sure, could ever be so
      adorable. And that face... the wide, innocent eyes...
      the tiny button nose... soft, pursed pink lips that
      parted slightly as the baby gazed up at him...

      "Logan?" someone whispered.

      "Fwa?" Logan said dazedly, wondering how anyone could
      go around talking at a moment like this.

      The intruder chuckled softly. "Did he cry?"

      "No," Marie whispered back, without opening her eyes,
      before Logan could come up with enough words to make a
      sentence. "He hiccupped a bit, and Logan's been
      making burbling noises ever since."

      "Oh. Good." Hank perched on the side of the bed,
      smiling fondly at her. "How do *you* feel?"

      "Fine." She smiled at him sleepily. "A bit sore, but
      I've got this whole warm, tingly thing going on."

      "Splendid." His blue eyes slid over to Logan, and
      blue, fuzzy arms extended hopefully. "May I?"

      "No. Mine." Logan made a growly face, and went back
      to gazing adoringly into the baby's eyes.

      Hank gave him a reproachful look. "Actually, he's
      technically MY child," he pointed out reasonably.

      Logan was in no mood for reasonable, but Marie WAS
      awake now, so he reluctantly passed the baby over to
      his father, and cuddled HIS little girl instead. "He's
      beautiful, darlin'," he murmured, kissing her forehead
      lightly. He hadn't really been happy when she learned
      to control her powers... especially when he'd found
      out how she and Hank had celebrated the event... but
      they were going to get married, so that was all right,
      and he wasn't going to complain about anything that
      had provided such an utterly adorable little creature.

      "Good," she murmured, smiling and snuggling happily.
      "I'm gonna name him after you."

      "You are?" Logan basked. "Oh, good."

      "And you have to play catch with him and... and do
      those guy things," Marie said firmly, if a bit
      muzzily. "Because Hank gets caught up in his work
      stuff. And you're his grandfather... mostly... so you
      have to do it. And spoil him rotten, too."

      Logan nodded enthusiastically. "Right. Absolutely.
      I'll even take him to the museum and stuff." This was
      a great sacrifice - Logan hated the museum with a
      fiery and devoted passion - but it was worth it. He
      had a *grandson*, mostly, except for the actual
      biological part, but that was fine, he was absolutely
      okay with that... "Hey, furball. Let Marie hold the

      Hank, in turn, reluctantly handed over the tiny scrap
      of pinkness that was his firstborn, and then nearly
      cried at the utter beauty of Marie holding the baby,
      smiling at him with the serene adoration of a mutant

      "Hey, Hank... give 'em a minute..." Logan was hauling
      him off to one side.

      Oh, dear.

      "Of course," he said as patiently as he could,
      resigning himself to yet another lecture about What A
      Very Lucky Man He Was (as if he hadn't figured *that*
      out on his own), and how He'd Better Take Incredibly
      Good Care Of Logan's Baby Girl Who Deserved Much
      Better. He'd had to put up with a lot of those over
      the last nine months. Logan seemed unaware that Marie
      was no longer an innocent little girl in need of
      fatherly love and protection. And Hank knew that he
      was a very lucky man, and he was well aware that Marie
      deserved much better, but that didn't mean he was
      going to let her get away. Or love her one iota less
      than he did.

      Logan looked up at the slightly taller man, and the
      brown eyes were... good heavens... suspiciously
      bright. "You see him?" He jerked his head at Marie
      and the baby.

      Hank nodded, a bit baffled. "I see him," he said
      uncertainly, checking surreptitiously to see if any
      claws happened to have popped out.

      "Good." Logan gave the baby a fatuously adoring look
      of the kind he usually saved for Marie. "I could
      handle a few more o' those." He gave Hank a rather
      lopsided grin. "And when I say a few, I mean maybe a
      dozen or so."


      Okay, so it's mush. <g> It's CUTE mush. And Marie
      can't end up with Logan ALL the time.

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