Logan entered Marie's room an hour later and flashed her a smile. The teenager lay on her stomach on her bed with a book and a note pad spread out on the comforter before her. "Hi." She greeted him without interrupting her scribbling.

"Hey, Kid." The Canadian walked over to the crib and gazed down on his peacefully sleeping daughter. After a moment of simply watching her, he reached out and stroked her soft cheek gently with his callused fingertips.

The brunette smiled at the loving face Logan made every time he watched their baby sleep. "What took ya so long? Or did ya stay in the dining hall on purpose, so no one dared to leave?"

Logan chuckled and turned around. "Nah." He flipped down beside her and leaned his head against the headboard with her pillow in his back. "We had a teacher's meetin' concernin' a certain topic and Chuck thought it best we have a crash course with all students the day after tomorrow in the dinin' hall." He saw her face him, wide eyed. "Since the two of us don't have classes at the moment and for other obvious reasons" He motioned his chin towards the crib with the sleeping Becca. "Chuck assigned us with the task to gather all myths and set them straight."

"What!" Marie was close to hyperventilate and let her pencil fall from her fingers. "Ah'm not gonna talk 'bout that with mah classmates!"

His dark laughter hollered from his chest, his mate's horror-stricken expression was just too cute. "Nah, you should help me with the material and I with the other teachers will do it."

She breathed a sigh of relief, but still the sick feeling in her stomach didn't lighten. "Ya aren't gonna have a sex talk with all of us, are ya?"

"The lack of knowledge is terrifying, Kid!"

Rogue rolled onto her back and covered her eyes with her hands. "Gawd! That'll be so damn embarrassing!"

"Stop the whining, Kid, and help me." He bent forward quickly and snatched the notebook and the pencil, opening a new page. "We already have two flaws." He wrote them down.

Marie had her arm lay over her eyes and eventually said. "Umm, add the thing with the not popped cherry."

Logan's eyebrow shot up in curiosity. 'She had indeed believed in that, huh?!' "Okay. More ideas on how to not become pregnant, but have a brat nine mo- umm ten months later?"

"Becca is no brat." Marie sat up and narrowed her eyes on the man. "Why do ya ask me?!"

"Why the hell not?"

"Ah'm not gonna have ya grill me 'bout mah knowledge 'bout sex, Logan!" She was growling now.

"Yeah, fine." Though he was getting curious. "What then?"

"The internet?!"

"That's a way to start, Marie."

X X X X X

Classes were over for today and Kitty threw the door to her room forcefully shut. "God, Bobby is such a jerk!"

Jubilee popped her chewing gum and eyed her friend curiously. "Thought you had a crush on him, chica?"

The brunette hadn't spoken one word with Bobby since the morning and after lunch her thoughts about his idiocy made her gut burn with anger. "Don't tell me you think it okay that he asked Rogue if she'd give her child away, though he helped to bring the baby stuff up into her room yesterday?!" She threw her math book hard onto her bed, making it bounce on the mattress. "It's pretty obvious that she loves the baby." Kitty didn't miss the smirk on the firecracker's face on her behavior. "And if that wasn't enough, he suggests she had sex with various strangers!"

"John's even more brain-dead than Iceman." Jubilee muttered and watched the other girl pace the room agitated.

Eventually the brunette stopped and sank down on the now unused bed, Rogue's former one. "Never thought Rogue got such a temper."

"If someone had told me the same I'd have wiped the floor with them!"

Kitty giggled on that, but then became serious and angry again. "And Becca's father is the biggest asshole ever!" Usually she didn't cuss so much. "That bastard doesn't want to have anything to do with Rogue or his kid."

"Obviously… I also wouldn't wanna talk 'bout such an ass." Jubilee concluded.

X X X X X

Two hours later sounded a knock from the door. "Who's there?" Kitty asked. She wasn't in the mood to face Bobby or John.

"Pete."

The two girls exchanged a gaze and Jubilee opened the door. "Yep?"

The giant eyed his classmates a moment, taking in their foul moods. "I thought we could pick Rogue and her baby up for supper." This suggestion earned him startled stares. "After the debacle at lunch I fear she'd hide in her room."

Kitty hadn't thought about this and felt suddenly bad that she had engulfed herself in her rage about the two idiots than thinking how the whole disaster might have struck Rogue. "That's a good idea, Pete." She slipped in her shoes and approached the door. "Then let's go."

"But it's still over half an hour till dinner!" Jubilee ran back to her bed and fetched her yellow jacket.

Kitty was already next to Pete and waited for her friend. "But maybe we can help her a little."

"Yeah, fine. But if the diaper is full again I'm gone." Jubilee was serious.

A few minutes later the little group arrived in front of Rogue's new room. "Don't drown her!" They heard Rogue yell with emphasis on the other side of the door.

"I'm not!" A moment later came Logan's frustrated voice again. "Then take 'er!"

Kitty traded an unsure gaze with her friends. "Shall we wait?"

But before anyone could answer Logan's grumpy shout startled them. "Whaddya want, Half-Pint?!"

Wolverine wasn't in his best mood at the moment, but they were caught and so Jubilee opened the door to Rogue's room slowly. The picture they were met with was so surreal, especially when they were just growled at by the big bad Wolverine. On the floor between the crib and bed kneed Logan and Rogue on a large bath towel, on which a baby bath stood. In the blue tub lay the tiny baby, her head steadied by Logan's large hands, so she wouldn't slip under the surface. Becca was calm and eyed her surroundings with her huge eyes while kicking her feet from time to time.

Marie had the downy hair of her daughter soaped with the baby shampoo and tried now to rinse her hair with the help of a glass. She was afraid that some of the foam would accidentally flow into Becca's eyes or even the mouth, so most of the water she used for the rising went on the back of the child's head and her father's hands, running down his bare forearms and dropping from his elbows down onto his jeans.

"What the fuck are ya doin', Kid?!" The Canadian growled and slid his knee out of harm's way.

The brunette was so annoyed. "Sorry! Then hold her a little more down!"

He rolled his eyes on her. "Suuuure… last time I did, you freaked out that she'd drown!"

"Fine! Then live with wet pants!" Marie huffed and placed the glass on the floor next to her. Carefully she dipped her hand into the tub and then stroked with her wet palm over the baby's head, removing the foam partially. Repeating this movement Becca's hair was eventually freed from the shampoo.

Meanwhile her three classmates had entered the room and watched curious and amused Becca's bathing session. Jubilee frowned disgustedly when her eyes caught sight of the umbilical cord hanging with a knot from the tiny girl's belly. "Eww, why didn't they cut that away already?"

"Huh?" Both parents looked up confused until Rogue got what the firecracker meant. "Dr. Grey said it will dry and fall off the next days."

"Fall off?!" The Asian grimaced. "Babies are ewww. I never gonna have kids!"

"And so is your stinkin' gum, Yellow." Logan retorted and lifted his daughter from the water.

"Ya get used to it pretty fast, Jubes." Rogue reassured and picked the fluffy towel with the bunny-ear-hood up and waited for Logan to place the dripping child into it. Immediately she wrapped the cloth around Becca's small frame and began to rub her dry gently while cradling her against her chest.

Logan bent forward and flipped the much too large hood onto his daughter's head, rubbing her downy hair dry. "Now you ain't smelly anymore, lil' skunk." He cooed against her cheek and placed a whiskered kiss onto her soft skin. But suddenly Becca's features contorted and she began to wail. "Huh? What's wrong now?"

"Ya ask? Get shaved already!" Marie caressed her daughter's cheek while glaring at her mate. "Ya look like a lumberjack!"

Wolverine ran his hand over his face and knew what he had forgotten to do in the morning – fine, at noon when he woke. His sideburns were developing into a full beard by now. Grumbling under his breath he picked the baby bath up and walked into Marie's bathroom to empty it. When he returned to the main room Marie's nosy classmates were staring at him with funny expressions. "Whatchya doin' here anyway?" He barked in their direction.

Kitty bit down her laughter about her teacher's wet lap. "We thought Rogue'd like a little company."

"Someone you can actually talk to and get a respond other than babblin' and growlin'."

Logan snarled. "Watch it, Yellow!"

"And we could accompany you to dinner later." Pete added and watched as the young mother carried the little bundle in her arms towards the changing table in the corner. With the greatest care she placed her baby down on the top and began to powder her and pack her into a new diaper.

Logan eyed his young mate with a smirk, before walking over to the connecting door. "Gonna change 'fore dinner, Kid."

"Mhm." Marie waited till she heard his shower running and folded the pink romper suit, Logan had placed out earlier. "Umm." Facing her friends she grinned at Kitty. "In the top-drawer of the dresser is a light blue romper suit. Would ya get me that one please? And place this one back there?" She handed the other brunette the clothing.

Kitty walked over to the furniture and did as she was told while Pete and Jubilee traded puzzled gazes. "Why are you clothing your daughter in blue?" The Russian asked eventually.

Marie held a mischievous expression on her face. "Logan's pretty old fashioned concerning this. He's gonna freak when he sees her." Her grin widened as she saw the other girl return with the requested romper suit.

Jubilee snickered and flopped down on the bed behind her. "You're mean, Roguey." Her head had hit a notebook and she pulled it away and glanced at the words. "Huh? What the hell is this?" She began to read out loud the first question. "A condom protects from A) diseases like AIDS, B) from pregnancy, C) from both, and D) from none, it's just makes the experience much better." Amused she looked up to Rogue. "What's that?"

"Will ya place it away, Jubes?!" Marie hurried to get Becca dressed and saw the inquiring gazes of her other two classmates. "On Thursday there'll be a special sex ed. classes for the entire school." The surprise on her friends' faces was hard to miss. "The Professor got the great idea that Ah should help Logan with the current myths about conceiving."

"Don't tell me, chica, you didn't know that question?!" The firecracker's eyes were wide as saucers and her expression pure shock.

Marie felt a blush creep onto her cheeks. "Of course did Ah know this!" She picked her dressed daughter up and propped her up onto her shoulder. "We were looking in the internet to get some inspiration." Then without warning the brunette snatched the notebook from Jubilee and hid it in a drawer of her desk.

"Hey! Let me read the rest!"

"Nah. Not yet." Again she was faced with inquiring gazes. "Logan had the idea of testing the knowledge of the students. Afterwards the teacher's will go into the questions that were failed."

"What! They gonna test us 'bout sex?!" Kitty was blushing furiously.

Rogue only chuckled and placed Becca into her baby seat. "Nah. It'll be anonymous." All three breathed a sigh of relief and she burst out into a fit of laughter. When her hysterics died down she threw her classmates a serious view. "Don't tell 'bout this, 'k?"

She immediately received nods from Pete and Kitty and her glare centered on the mouthy firecracker. "Jubes."

"Yeah, fine." She rolled her eyes.

X X X X X

The dining hall was already occupied by dozens of students when Marie and her classmates walked over to their usual table. Some teenagers smiled at her and Becca, others even gathered enough courage to say 'hi.'. But all in all there were no stares or whispers anymore. The young mother placed the baby seat down on the tabletop and arranged it so that you'd have a good view on the child from the teachers' table.

Pete looked around the room, searching for his own roomies, who usually were among the first to invade the buffet. "Seems like John's still whining about his hand."

This stirred Marie's attention and she was suddenly concerned that Logan had done more harm than intended. "Is his hand hurt so much?"

The Russian's face was relaxed as he shook his head. "Nah. Just sprained, but he yammers like his hand would fall off any moment."

"Such a sissy." Jubilee mumbled and went off to gather her supper.

Kitty laughed and wondered why Bobby wasn't already here. "He and Bobby are most likely scared shitless from Logan and won't leave their room." Somehow she liked the thought that she wouldn't have to face the two today again.

A few minutes later a certain Canadian entered the dining hall and immediately fetched a plate while glancing over to his two girls. Marie was chatting with her classmates and seemed at ease. He was on his way to his stool at the teachers' table when his sensitive ears picked up on a conversation about his girls. "I thought Rogue had a daughter?" He heard one boy asked and his friends only shrugged.

Frowning Logan placed his meal down and gazed over to his daughter, who lay cooing in her seat dressed in a light blue romper suit. 'Blue?!' His jaw tensed and he gritted his teeth. 'My little girl looks like a boy!' A low growl rumbled in his chest as he stalked over to his mate – many of the students were immediately on alert. Without a word Wolverine picked the baby seat up, turned on his heel and stomped out the room with his daughter.

Jubilee had told Marie the moment when Logan had entered the room and she had bit her tongue the entire time to not laugh. The brunette had anticipated some kind of reaction, but when he finally had left the room again, she eventually gave in and burst out into laughter along with her three classmates. Everyone else stared dumbfolded towards them, but this made it even harder to calm down.

Five minutes later Logan returned and placed his now in pink dressed daughter back down on the tabletop next to her mother. Giggling like mad Marie picked her baby out of the seat and cradled Becca against her shoulder, so her friends had a good view on the change Logan had done and soon the whole table was hollering in laugher once again.

"Funny, Kid." Logan growled.

Marie met his annoyed gaze and raised her brow. "Why didn't ya put a pink bow into her hair?!" His snarl made her laugh harder and Becca became crankier the more she was shaken by her mother's hysterics and the assault on her tiny ears by the noise.

"Or a note saying 'girl'!" Jubilee added and was holding her middle.

Becca suddenly decided enough was enough and began to cry. "Shh, honey." Marie tried to sooth her but couldn't stop laughing. Without warning two callused hands picked the baby carefully from her arms. "Hey!"

"Calm yourself 'fore you try to calm your daughter!" Logan propped the child onto his shoulder and her wailing stopped at once. Snatching the baby seat he carried Becca over to the teachers' table and placed the now quite baby back into her seat, while her mother and her friends still laughed.

The other adults grinned about his antics and Storm glanced down on the tiny child while Logan dug into his meal. "That was all 'bout the blue clothing, Logan?" She chuckled about his grunt and stroked the downy head of the baby.