After Logan had heard what the Ice-Prick asked, he looked forward to his P.E. and self-defense-classes he'd start teaching next Monday. He would think up some special training for the Ice-cycle. But at the moment other students bothered him more. "Do Yellow and the Half-Pint suspect me to be Becca's father?"

Marie faced him, her brow furrowed while she breast fed Becca. "No. Why?"

"The looks they gave each other after they found out I live in the room next to yours were kinda suspicious."

The brunette shook her head. "Nah. They thought ya'd feel guilty or fell in love with Becca, since ya were there at her birth."

Understanding dawned on Wolverine's puzzled features. "… and that's the reason I help you. Also the reason for your stupid questions yesterday."

"Mah questions weren't stupid, Logan." She narrowed her eyes at him, but had to grin when the mighty Wolverine tried to stifle his yawn. "Go to bed, sugah."

"Yeah. Fine." He grunted and bent forward to place a peck onto Marie's lips and Becca's head, before he returned to his room and bed.

X X X X X

Rogue spent the next hours with math, only interrupting her studies for a new diaper and nursing, hoping she could take the math test on Friday together with her classmates. She really hated it to repeat a test all alone, only the teacher sitting with her in the room. She would ask the professor later if he approved of her participation.

The young mother sat on her new desk with the sleeping Becca in her baby seat placed on the tabletop next to her. Every now and then she glanced over at her peaceful little angel, wondering how Becca might be when she'll be older. If she would also enjoy reading like herself or would wait till the movie came out like her father. Or if she'd also like hockey like her parents and for which team she would cheer. Logan will surely try to influence their daughter in that point, but that won't happen if she could help it. After all the Rangers was the only real hockey team – highly contradicting Logan's opinion in that matter.

A light knock and the door opening startled Marie and she turned around to see Jean entering her room. The doctor's gaze traveled through the room while she approached the girl at the desk with a small smile. "Hello. I'd like to do the check-up on your baby."

"Hello, Dr. Grey." Marie stood up and smiled. "Are ya doing the check-up here?"

"No, down in the Med Bay."

"Ok." The young mother carefully lifted the baby seat and carried her sleeping daughter through the room towards the door.

The two women walked next to each other down the corridors in silence, which was eventually broken by the redhead. "So how are you doing, Rogue?"

"Fine." The girl smiled, but then became a little uneasy. "Sorry 'bout tonight."

Jean chuckled and entered the infirmary. "That's what babies do, Rogue. Storm's suggestion helped then?"

"Yep." Marie glanced down on the calm child in the seat she carried and placed it on a stretcher, next to an open chart containing Becca's weight and other data. "Logan had spent the rest of the night in the car with Becca." She lifted her baby into her arms and gently waked her up with a few kisses to her soft cheeks and forehead. "Wake up, honey."

Slowly Becca opened her eyes and snuggled into her mother's neck. Wit a smile Jean gestured Rogue to place the baby onto a small scales. On the loss of contact the child's face immediately contorted and she began to whine. "She gained a little weight." said Jean and picked Becca up to take her temperature. The doctor was glad that the teenager had accepted her situation after the rocky start and was handling her baby with love and care.

Marie smiled relieved and stroked the baby's back gently. "Hard to believe something indeed stays in her." She watched the woman scribble down some numbers on the chart. "Lucky me, Logan took the diaper duty during the night."

This made the doctor look up completely puzzled. "He did?"

Marie smiled brightly and nodded. "Yeah, Ah feed her and he changes her." The brunette saw worry flash over the doctor's face and she frowned in concern. "Is something wrong with Becca?"

"No. She's fine." Jean contemplated a moment, searching for the right words. "I just don't wanna see you hurt, Rogue." She saw the girl's bewilderment deepen. "Logan may stick around for a while and may drop by the mansion more often than in the past and take care of you and your baby, but don't let your hopes go up. He isn't the guy, who'll overcome his urges and needs to play the perfect husband and father you wish him to be." She didn't need her psychic abilities to feel the anger and stubbornness radiating from the young mother. "This may work out to a certain extent, but he will grow tired of playing daddy eventually. He's a loner. You should have this in the back of your mind. Don't expect him to fall to his knees and beg you to become his wife."

At this point Rogue was seething with rage. How dare she?! "Ya know nothing 'bout me and mah wishes! Neither do ya know Logan and what man he really is!" She screamed into the redhead's face, not caring at the moment if she startled her child. "Ya just see the animal!" Becca began to sob immediately and Marie picked her baby from the doctor's arms, holding her tight to her chest and stroking her back gently.

Jean had never anticipated such an outburst and disrespect from the normally shy and calm girl. "I'm sorry, Rogue, maybe I'm gone too far, but you have to face reality better sooner than later." No wonder Wolverine had an easy game to get the girl laid. Jean now knew she had been wrong about Rogue having an innocent little crush on her hero – no, the girl was blind of love for the older man.

"This only concerns Logan and me." Marie spit venom. She needed to get out of here, away from that woman. "Would ya please finish the check-up?" With all her might she tried to control her temper and calmed her child.

Jean finally understood that this was the wrong way to shake Rogue awake from her fairy tale. Logan was the girl's white knight in shiny armor – k, shiny claws – and that he decided to stick around for a while just supports the girl's fantasies. It might break the young mother when he would leave for a fuck again – that wouldn't surly take long to happen. Or she would ignore his escapades like she did with her pregnancy, till it destroyed her.

Anyway this wasn't a good situation and they had to try slowly to get through to Rogue and prepare her for the inevitable. But that won't work when she was on bad terms with the girl. Jean sighed eventually. "I'm sorry, Rogue. You're right. It's not my business." She felt the brunette's temper subside slowly. "I just don't wanna see you hurt, k?"

Marie smiled despite her inner dislike of the doctor. "Thank ya, Dr. Grey."

"Does Becca has a rash?"

"No."

Jean smiled and closed the folder with Becca's data. "Fine. You can bring her tomorrow around 10:30 a.m."

The brunette nodded and placed the calm child into the baby seat and left the room. "Bye."

X X X X X

Marie wondered if all her teachers thought her to be an oblivious child, looking away from Logan's past and nature. This was pretty much impossible for her though. Logan, his psyche and his memories were a part of her and she knew better than anyone else that Logan wasn't prince charming. On the contrary, his lifestyle could be called 'slutty'.

She knew he needed his time fighting in the cages, showing every other male that was his territory – he was the King of the Cage. This was one of his primal urges like was the fucking some needy blond afterwards. Those didn't mean anything to him, he rarely even knew their name and Rogue was kinda fine with that this way. Given she never liked the thought of him being intimate with other women the past months – after all she knew since the night on Liberty Island that she was his chosen mate. But she was too young to be claimed as his; still would be for the next year and three weeks. Till then, she had to live with the knowledge that it was not her to scratch that certain itch.

X X X X X

The door of the elevator opened and Rogue saw the hallway appear before her that was occupied with busy students all ages, who immediately cast her curious gazes while some began to whisper to each other. Marie contemplated her options for a moment, standing like frozen in the lift. Best would be to simply push the button for the basement and hide down there till lunch time was over. Or she could be brave and make her way through the crowd and the whole school full of nosy teens up to her room and hide there. Her room sounded nicer than the infirmary where Dr. Grey was, but the way there was much more uncomfortable.

Suddenly a yellow blur materialized before her. "Hi, Roguey. Hi, Becca." Jubilee greeted while Kitty smiled and waved at the baby.

"Umm, hi." Rogue stammered.

"You gonna join us at lunch?" Kitty asked while Pete with John and Bobby in tow made his way through the swarm of gapping kids and stopped next to Rogue's former roommates.

'What? Lunch with dozens of stares on ya?! Nah, thank ya very much.' Suddenly the thought of walking through the whole busy mansion wasn't that bad anymore. "Umm, Ah'm not hungry." Just in that moment her stomach betrayed her and growled like a certain vicious feral man. 'Shiiiiit! Can it become even more embarrassing?!' Marie felt her cheeks glow bright red.

The gigantic Russian knew how uncomfortable it was to be always the center of attention, thanks to his high. He smiled reassuringly. "Everyone knows about your baby, Rogue. They're just curious." The boy had overheard enough gossip to know that not everyone held a high opinion of the young mother and some even went so far to call her a slut or even whore. "You don't need to hide." He whispered.

Jubilee and Kitty smiled about Pete's attempts to support their classmate and the firecracker spun around, her hands on her hips. "Here's nothing to stare at, guys! Or have you never seen a baby before?!" Her fellow students tore their eyes away from the child and scurried into the dining hall.

The Asian turned around with a sly grin on her lips. "So you gonna join us now, chica?"

"Guess, 'no' is no option, huh?" Marie muttered and stepped out of the elevator with a heavy sigh.

Kitty smiled at her. "Exactly."