FIC: Choices, 5/?, R/NC17, W/R R/G W/f
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He asked her to marry him, of course. It didnt require thought it was
what a man was supposed to *do* when hed gotten a gal in the family way.
Probably another symptom popping up of having formed his initial
attitudes and reactions in a much earlier decade, when leaving a woman
unmarried and pregnant was still considered to be a serious misdeed.
Which was why hed always been so careful about using condoms in his
remembered past. He didnt really give a damn about diseases what with
his healing factor, but the prospect of leaving one of his one-nighters
pregnant had been severely worrisome. One of the more nightmarish ideas
about his forgotten life was that he might have left a family behind, and
he was sometimes haunted by the idea of one day running across a child of
his own that had grown up fatherless. (He always imagined his own
irascibility as being a trait that would have been passed on, leaving him
to one day be greeted by a surly, intractable adolescent or young adult
with a lifetime grudge against the drifter who had abandoned him and his
mother to a succession of uncaring boyfriends or surly stepfathers. For
some reason he never pictured his putative abandoned offspring as having
grown up well-adjusted in happy homes with loving parents.)
He had only stopped using rubbers with Cissy because she had told him she
was on the pill, and with a healing factor she had no more reason to
worry about STDs than he did. It wouldnt be until much later that the
thought would occur to him that Ciss might have deliberately skipped a
pill or three to trap him with a baby at the time, he was merely upset
with her for her carelessness in having forgotten.
He didnt gripe at her for it, though. Instead he silently kicked
himself, for having put too much trust in someone who had proven to be
untrustworthy. Whether she had missed a pill "accidentally on purpose" or
just through genuine forgetfulness, clearly he had been mistaken in
leaving the matter entirely up to her.
True to form, he didnt really try to discuss it with her. Just told her
to make whatever wedding arrangements she wanted, and hed go through
with it. She wanted a nice ring, yeah, sure, just pick it out and hed
fork over the cash. Then he went out and desperately attempted to get
severely drunk a wasted effort, with his healing factor clearing the
alcohol from his system almost fast as he could drink it.
If Maries wedding had been a knife to the gut, and her brief doomed
pregnancy a desperate sinking within his soul, then his own impending
marriage was a set of shackles being currently made to order. To
*Cicelys* order, and he left her to it. No need to bother him with the
news of the preparations it wasnt that he didnt care so much as that
it was more than he could stand to hear.
The X-Crew were delighted. Another wedding among the teammembers, and
long enough after Rogue and Gambits that people were eager to go through
the fuss and excitement again. Logan made his disinterest in the planning
abundantly clear, and this was almost universally chalked up to his being
male and therefore disinterested. Cissy was excited enough for them both,
and a fair number of the teammembers and older students eagerly swirled
about her debating bridesmaids dresses and floral arrangements.
Marie was not one of their number. At one time Logan would have been both
delighted and encouraged by her noticeable lack of enthusiasm regarding
the idea of his marrying another woman, but under the current
circumstances he found such optimism to be both misplaced and badly
timed. Besides, she knew him well enough to probably be sensing just how
little he really wanted to marry Ciss.
One thing was for sure the rest of the X-Crew seemed largely oblivious
to his reluctance. The consensus opinion was that the two of them were
such a well-matched couple that a long-term pairing was only appropriate.
The news of the baby was being kept under wraps for the moment until the
wedding was over, barring a few people. Jean and Hank knew, as the team
doctors, and so did Cyke and Xavier, since the mommy-to-be was taken off
the "active teammembers" list in terms of going on missions. Logan had
told Marie over a few beers at their favored dive, so she knew the real
reason for the wedding perhaps part of her lack of enthusiasm lay in
knowing that Logan was marrying out of obligation rather than love. So
for the moment the only teasing Logan had to deal with concerned his
impending assumption of marital responsibilities.
Which was fine with him, since he was still trying to deal with the
implications of the upcoming marriage. Once he had a handle on *that*,
time to worry about parenthood. After all, the wedding would be over and
done with months before he had to cope with an infant.
In keeping with his quest for mental clarity regarding the approaching
changes in his accustomed lifestyle, he spent a fair bit of time out and
about, away from the X-Mansion and the alarming wedding preparations.
Including the usual amount of bedhopping hell, he wasnt married *yet*.
There was no bachelor party, as such he disappeared on another of his
excursions about a week before the wedding, and didnt come back till the
morning of the ceremony.
He had judged his timing nicely returning early enough to shower,
neaten up, and dress in that damned tux before he had to put in his
appearance without having had to get out of that strippers bed too
unpleasantly early. He stood in front of his gathered friends,
teammembers and students and absently said what he was supposed to, while
wondering in a small part of his mind whether Cissy had chosen anything
interesting when selecting the underthings to go beneath her
inappropriately snowy-white dress. The realization that hed be finding
out for himself later wasnt nearly as tempting as Cicely would have no
doubt hoped, being overshadowed by the sad thought that hed never
particularly found a bridal getup to be arousing, with a single
Marie had been literally heartbreakingly beautiful in her wedding dress.
Cissy was breaking his heart in her wedding dress, too but not in the
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Keeper of his Deadly Startle Reflexes, Guardian and Examiner of the
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"When did things start going so bad? I've been talking to dead rabbits
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It's really eaten into my social life."
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