Fic: A Wolverine, A Baby, and A Bottle of Beer
- View SourceTitle: A Wolverine, A Baby, and A Bottle of Beer
Rated PG for language
Summary: Logan and his infant daughter spend some time alone
Disclaimer: I don't own them, but I do own the creation of Danielle
Archiving: with my permission - would like to know where it is being
Jean Marie was born six months ago and already was showing signs of
the mutant gifts she had inherited from her parents. Both Logan and
Danielle had unmeasured regenerative abilities and feral
personalities and Little Jean was beginning to demonstrate those
Danielle was close to her little girl. She spent hours with her and
their closest time was during feedings. Danielle breastfed her
child, and she would always look so proudly upon her daughter. Rogue
would take the infant every so often to allow Logan and Danielle some
time to be together.
But, it was Logan who surprised everyone at the Xavier School. This
child had stolen her father's heart as easily as her mother had
several years ago. This sweet little lady had already learned that
she could get dad to do whatever she wanted whenever she batted her
eyes at him and cried for his attention. The entire school knew Jean
Marie was daddy's little girl, and it really had been interesting to
see how the gruff Wolverine became a gentle loving father.
"Logan, I am going shopping with Marie. I'll be back in an hour.
Will you be ok with Jean Marie?" Danielle cautiously asks.
Logan was sitting on the couch in the TV room with Jean Marie curled
up sleeping in the cradle of his broad arm. He was watching a hockey
game and enjoying a beer.
"I'm fine. Go. Have fun," Logan insisted without turning around.
"She should be content for a few hours. I fed her and changed her,"
"Danielle, everything is under control. Ya worry too much, darlin',"
Danielle looked at Logan with unsure eyes.
"I'll keep an eye on things, Danielle," Jean said in reassurance.
"Logan, it's not that I don't trust you. But, you fold the minute
Jean Marie wants something, and I know how demanding she can be,"
Logan looked down at the little bundle sleeping peacefully in his
arm. Yes, it was true. Logan fell apart any time she cried for
attention or wanted something. She lay in the crook of his arm
contently sleeping her tiny hand grasping his shirt. He still
found it hard to believe that he and Danielle made this little
angel. Danielle kneeled down near Logan and traced her finger around
Jean Marie's face. Logan looked into Danielle's worried eyes.
"Danielle, go and enjoy yerself. I can handle this, really," Logan
Danielle received a kiss from her husband and then kissed Jean
Marie's forehead before leaving with Rogue.
"Ya ok, Danielle?" Marie asked as she opened the passenger side of
"I feel so uneasy about leaving him alone with her," Danielle replied.
"This is the first time ya eva left her. It's different than when ya
give her to me to babysit, huh?" Marie asked.
"I suppose it is," Danielle responded softly.
"Jean will make sure everythin' is ok," Marie said as they pulled out
of the driveway.
Logan relaxed again putting his attention back on the hockey game.
Jean Marie was still sleeping. He smiled to himself. How hard could
this be, he wondered.
With the end of the hockey game and the beginning of another, Logan
still found himself at ease with his sleeping child. Until...
She started to stir. At first, Logan figured she was just trying to
get herself more comfortable and would go back to sleep. This wasn't
the case. With a blood-curdling wail, Jean Marie began screaming.
Logan leaped up terrified that something was wrong. She didn't smell
like she needed her diaper changed. He tried to talk to her and get
her to relax and stop crying. Logan rocked her gently with no
success. Jean walked in.
"Everything alright?" Jean asked.
"She'll settle down in a bit," Logan replied.
He didn't want anyone to think he couldn't control the situation.
The screaming went on, and on, and on. No matter what Logan did,
Jean Marie continued to cry.
"Maybe she's hungry," Jean said.
Panic began filling Logan's heart. His little girl, his offspring,
wanted something and he didn't know what.
"But, Danielle ain't home yet," he replied.
"Is she teething?" Jean asked.
"Huh?" Logan asked.
"Come here and let me see," Jean said.
Jean put her finger around Jean Marie's mouth probing for erupting
teeth that might be bothering her. Nothing, but the child did stop
Logan relaxed. It seemed like she was going to go back to sleep. He
returned his attention to the TV, as Jean returned to what she was
After a bit, Logan realized it was getting later. Danielle hadn't
returned yet and Jean Marie was again growing restless. She began
fussing and pulling at his shirt looking for attention. The child
looked up into her father's eyes and let go with such a howl that it
sent shivers straight up Logan's spine. He leaped to his feet with
her in hand and panic again filling his heart.
In a moment of desperation, Logan reached for his bottle of beer and
put some on his finger. He needed to stop her from crying and damned
if she didn't when he stuck his wet finger into her mouth. She
hungrily sucked on it. He knew beer wasn't what she needed, but
hell he was desperate.
He gave her a little. The crying subsided into softer whimpers.
"Hum..." he wondered as an eyebrow curiously rose.
He gave her a little more. Silence. He took a long swig himself.
She cried again demanding more beer her little arms reaching out to
grasp the bottle he held to his lips.
"Ya got yer dad's taste buds, little darlin'," he said before giving
her just a bit more.
The child settled down and Logan sat down on the couch with the baby
resting on his chest.
Jean came in having heard the commotion. She found Logan and child
"You ok? Thought I heard her crying again," Jean probed.
"We're fine," Logan grunted.
Jean wondered what was going on. She sensed something was strange.
"Logan, tell me you didn't..." Jean trailed off.
"What?" Logan sternly asked.
"You didn't give her any of that beer, did you?" Jean asked seeing
the bottle in his hand.
"Why would you think I would do that?" Logan retorted.
"You know you would give her a hang over the size of Texas, if you
did such a thing," Jean said.
"Shit, she's got her daddy's healin' abilities. And, that ain't
sayin' that I even did," Logan replied.
Jean shot him an odd look. Something was up and somehow she knew he
was lying without even having to telepathicly invade his mind.
But, all seemed fine. Father and child were silent and obviously
Danielle came home and was happy to see Jean Marie hadn't torn Logan
to pieces. Logan shot her a little glare.
"I know, I know. I said an hour. We got stuck in traffic. Didn't
Bobby tell ya? Marie spoke to him on my cell phone over an hour
ago," Danielle explained.
"Nope," Logan replied blankly.
"I 'um gonna kill Bobby. He makes a lousy messenger," Marie said.
"Ya think she's ready for some feedin'?" Danielle asked as she leaned
over the child resting comfortably on Logan's chest.
"She was fine. Really," Logan replied.
"Cool. I'm gonna go put this stuff away and then I can feed her
before bed," Danielle replied before heading off to their room.
Logan looked down at Jean Marie. She seemed content making goo-goo
noises and pulling at his sideburns. Logan lifted her and looked
into the infant's eyes. Jean Marie's eyes were wide with love for
her father and a big smile crossed the infant's face. Logan returned
"Well, little darlin', that will be our little secret," Logan said
before taking her down the hallway to his room for a proper meal.