"What the fuck is wrong with 'er, Kid?" Logan stormed over into Rogue's room. It had only one minute passed since he had finished changing his tiny daughter and that he had laid her back into her warm bed.

Rogue was bending down and picked the tiny child up and propped her up on her shoulder rubbing her back in soothing circles. "Whatchaya asking me?" She began to pace the room. "Ah just fed her, burped her and ya changed her. What else can she want?!" The wail only died down slightly in volume and Marie fetched the parenting book, Logan had bought the day before, from the shelf and threw it at him. "Read! There must be anything in that wise book!"

"Why didn't you read it, Kid?"

"Ya also could have done it!" She screamed back and glanced at the digital clock on her bedstand. 2:27 in the morning. 'Great!'

"You're the bookworm!" He yelled back accusingly. "But no, you had to read 'bout that idiotic magician!"

Her head was already squirming from the loss of sleep and her daughter's loud cries didn't help her migraine either. "Logan, will ya read NOW?!" She envied everybody, who could fall into their bed and sleep like a stone at once. It took her at least half an hour to drift to dreamland every time.

His bloodshot eyes scanned the table of contents, before opening the page with the check-list. "Why does your baby cry? Hunger, no surely not. Diaper, no. Feeling queasy?" He read the paragraph and Marie walked over to him, her face held hope. "They say maybe somethin' is pinchin' her or is too tight?"

"The giant romper suit won't be too tight. Maybe it's her diaper." Marie placed the baby on the changing table and opened the diaper again, but the crying didn't stop."

"Maybe she's bored… oh no that's for older babies." Logan skipped the explanation and absorbed the next paragraph. "Your baby feels your own uneasiness, in this case your partner should try to calm the child." His tired gaze met Rogue's. Yeah, the girl was definitively 'uneasy' at the moment. "'K, gonna try that."

Marie placed the re-dressed and still sobbing Becca into Logan's arms and took the book from him. He immediately cradled his tiny daughter to his chest and unconsciously purred.

"Maybe it's colic." But as soon as she had finished Becca's cries died down and a few minutes later the little girl closed her eyes. "Ya're great, Logan." She whispered with a tired smile and watched him place the sleeping girl carefully down into her crib.

With a relieved sigh the young father turned his back on the small bed to walk over to his own room, but was stopped by Becca's desperate sobs echoing from the crib. "Oh fuck." With another sigh he spun around and picked her up again. But this time neither his purring nor his rocking calmed the child.

Marie leafed through the tips in the book again. "Maybe it's too hot or cold for her? Or the light bothers her?"

Logan nodded and walked over to his dark room. Thanks to his enhanced sight the faint light shining through his curtains from the moon was enough to not fall in the dim room. It was also a little cooler, if heat was the problem. But after pacing every corner of his room Logan returned to Marie frustrated. "What else?" He asked over his daughter's cries.

The brunette tugged a white strain behind her ear and began to read the last sentence on the page. "Ya have to learn to identify the different cries your baby will express to communicate with ya… Uhu… No shit, Sherlock." She narrowed her eyes and eventually looked up to face a very exhausted Logan.

"What else does the book say?"

Her eyes were almost falling shut and she stifled a yawn. "Nothing. This was all."

"Great! Just fuckin' great!" Logan hissed and came to a sudden halt in front of the young mother. "Try your luck, Marie."

The girl rocked her baby slightly and began to rub her tiny belly, but nothing helped and Becca's face was covered in red. "Oh, please, honey, what's wrong?" Marie pleaded but couldn't understand her child's demands.

Thinking loud while he paced the room Logan began to flex his fists unconsciously, the muscles in his arms were tensed and his claws itched for release. "'K. Not hunger, not diaper, not carryin' her around, nothin' is too tight or too bright…" What else could a baby want?

Suddenly Becca's cries became even louder and Marie feared the baby might get not enough air if she kept going on like that. The sudden boost in intensity startled Logan and his claws slid out from between his knuckles. That he looses control over his claws usually only happened during his nightmares, but then again this night was already a nightmare. Logan had lifted one of his fists up near his head, he was about to run his fingers through his hair when his claws emerged.

Marie was perplexed. The little bundle in her arms was calming. The young mother turned with a faint smile to Logan and her expression switched to pure shock, understanding the reason for her daughter's sudden calm. "Great, now she's scared!"

"Sorry." Logan scented the air and was surprised. "Nah, she isn't." He carefully held his shiny claws closer to his daughter, the little light reflecting from the metal in a small rainbow. Becca's eyes were wide and centered on her father's claws. "Great our kid is a magpie!" Slowly he let his fist drop to his side, but at the first sign of Becca's tears returning he lifted his claws up once more and the baby looked like a peaceful little angel.

"As long as she falls asleep…" Marie muttered and dared a look at the clock. 3:11 a.m.

X X X X X

But as before, every time they placed the sleeping Becca back into her crib, the tiny girl felt the betrayal and began a new round of her tantrum, till eventually the claws didn't calm her and the door to Rogue's room flew open and a tired Jean and Scott – his hair was a mess – stood in their doorway. Not a minute later Ororo had also joined them and they were eyeing anxiously Logan hold his sharp Adamantium claws over the wailing little bundle in her mother's arms.

"Are you nuts? You wanna threaten or skin your baby?!" Scott blurted out and rushed over to the parents earning a vicious growl from Logan.

Jean muttered a "Didn't take as long as I thought…" and followed her boyfriend with Storm in tow.

"Logan would never do something like that!" Anger seeped into Rogue's voice and she glowered at her teacher. "Becca was fascinated by his shiny claws!" A sigh escaped her lips. "But sadly not anymore."

"Every time she falls asleep and we lay her back into her bed, she'd wake up again and cry." Logan eventually slid his claws back into his arms and the small wounds healed immediately. "We tried everythin' in that fuckin' smart book! And she still cries!" He threw the two X-Women a helpless gaze, ignoring Scott completely. "I'm open for suggestions."

Jean contemplated a moment. "What's with the pacifiers?"

Logan shot her a frustrated glare. "That's just an illusion, Red. She still wails even with the fuckin' thin' in her mouth."

"How 'bout singing?" The doctor said.

"I ain't singin'." Logan's features became dark - very dark.

"Me neither. Ah don't even sing in music lessons." Marie bit her lip, the moment she felt her teachers' glares on her. Why was her mouth faster than her brain? Fine it was almost 4 a.m. and she had had very little sleep this night.

"Maybe a drive in the car might help. Heard something like that sometimes works." Storm suggested and saw hope spark in the young parents' faces.

Without a second thought Logan fetched the baby seat and a blanket and gestured Marie to place Becca in it. "That might indeed work. Every time on the road she slept soundly."

Rogue was already following the Canadian out into the hallway when he stopped and faced her. "You go back to bed, Kid. I'll try this."

"But-"

"If it doesn't work. You can try with the singin'." He saw the distaste in her tired features, but the girl nodded nonetheless. Stroking her fingertips over the crying baby's head she returned to her room, grateful that her teachers were already in the corridor.

X X X X X

Marie slowly opened her eyes and rolled over on her side so she could get a peek on the alarm clock. 8:31 a.m. She closed her eyes again and snuggled against her soft pillow. She was still so damn tired. Great that Becca finally slept. 'Becca!'

The young mother suddenly bolted into a sitting position while her mind tried to put together the fogy fragments of last night. Becca – crying – Logan – car… She leaped to her feet and ran over to the crib. Empty. A sick feeling grew in her stomach and she hasted into Logan's room finding his bed empty, like the entire room. Fear began to encircle her heart and tears stung in her chocolate eyes. What if they had an accident?! Logan was so tired! 'Becca! Mah baby! Please let her be alright!'

Rogue ran out of Logan's room, not caring to close the door behind her and stormed down the stairs, taking two at a time. She was about to head to the professor's study when she found a group of noisy students gathered in front of the large window leading out to the graveled driveway. She heard one of the younger girls ask, if that was Mr. Logan sleeping in the car. Marie immediately spun on her heels and pushed through the crowd, her head poking forth next to Pete's immense frame and Jubilee's chewing-gum bubble.

And there in a running pick-up standing in the middle of the driveway sat Logan slumped over the steering wheel. Marie's heart rate slowed down and she let the breath escape she was holding the entire time.

"Umm, chica, what's Logan doin' out there?" Jubilee was elbowing the young mother slightly.

Rogue pushed away from her squished position and waded through the crowd of students. "Becca wouldn't stop crying tonight and Ms. Munroe suggested a drive in the car to calm her."

"Apparently worked wonders on Wolvie." The firecracker remarked and made the other teenagers giggle.

Without another word the brunette headed to the front door and walked out on the graveled way only in her socks and pajamas. When she approached the passenger door and opened it the view she was met with was just too cute. Logan's large hand lay protectively on his daughter's with a blanket covered belly while both of them slept soundly and only a low snoring rang from the feral's lips. Marie cursed the fact that she hadn't a camera.

With a soft smile she bent over the baby seat and turned the key, killing the rumbling of the car's engine. Almost immediately a light whining resounded from the little bundle under her and Marie watched her tiny baby stir and her angelic face contort in distress. Before she could pick her child up, Logan's hand had moved from the small stomach to the key, reviving the engine. "She likes the vibrations." He murmured without opening his eyes, his head still using the steering wheel as pillow. Becca's features relaxed immediately.

"Gonna take her now. She must be hungry." The young mother whispered and got a grunt as answer. "Ya should go back to bed, Logan." Another grunt. She cut off the engine once more and lifted the baby carefully from her seat and cradled her against the shoulder. "Morning, honey. Ya got your daddy quite exhaust, Becca." Now the tiny girl was yawning against her mother's neck and seemed quite content to be held.

Marie wrapped the blanket tighter around the small body and walked back into the mansion, running right into the crowd of students awaiting her. Michiru, an 11 year old Japanese girl, was at the head of the mass and stared with wide eyes at the baby. Rogue was torn between being stunned or running and hiding in her room. But then Michiru stepped forward and asked in her broken English if she could have a look at the baby, her features friendly.

The young mother was surprised about the curiosity and carefully shifted the baby, so she lay in her arms and was for the smaller student better to look at. The Japanese tiptoed slightly and grinned down on the little child as two older girls and a boy also approached to get a glimpse of the newborn. "Kawaiiiii!" Michiru squealed and reached out to stroke the white patch of hair on Becca's head. The baby only watched with wide blue eyes. (kawaii - cute)

On the back of the crowd stood a few of the older students and began to whisper their opinion about the newest resident to each other. Pete observed the swarm of teenagers from his spot and noted the reserved expressions of some. His own curiosity got the better of the giant and he neared Rogue stopping next to Kitty. With a shy smile he gazed down on the baby. "She looks like you, Rogue."

"Uhu, ya mean she has mah skunk-streak."

"Umm… Yeah." Pete answered sheepishly, but saw the smirk on the young mother's face.

Bobby had also decided to get a peek on the baby and was now next to Rogue looking over her shoulder. He contemplated a moment. "So you gonna keep it?"

"It?!" Rogue's voice was dripping with anger as her head shot upwards to stare at her classmate exasperatedly. "Of course will Ah keep mah daughter!" Her expression suddenly held accuse and a fire that would have molten Bobby's ice in an instant. "How can ya asked me that?!" Marie was about to turn around and stomp away when the large door opened and Logan entered the hall with the baby seat in one hand.

The Canadian was oblivious to what had happened, but the different scents he picked up told him that the Ice-Prick had somehow managed to upset his Marie. The despiteful stares he received from most of the students were another indication. Snarling in the direction of the boy, the teenagers scurried away from his two girls. "Got a problem?" He growled in the boy's face and glanced quickly at his mate.

The brunette's temper had calmed somewhat and she tugged on the sleeve of Logan's flannel shirt. "No. Ah need to feed Becca." She slowly turned towards the stairs and headed upwards.

Logan eyed the fearful crowd before him with his usual scowl. "Don't you have classes to attend?" Immediately the hall was deserted.