The sun had already set and Marie sat in Logan's armchair breathing in the calming scent of the old leather and her mate's unique smell of tobacco and wood, while feeding her daughter with a bottle. With a lot of reassuring of Logan earlier that day, she had taken off her gloves, but still was careful to not touch her child's bare skin. Beneath her little girl, a forest green fluffy blanket covered the young mother's legs while her math book rested on top and the TV ran silently in the background.

The door slowly opened and Logan entered his room, his exhausted gaze falling immediately onto his two girls. "Any luck?" But his features already told her that his session with the professor had come up fruitless.

"Nada." Shaking his head, he sank down on his bed and leaned back into the sheets, his arms folded behind his head. "Just got me wound up again. Bet I'll have those nightmares again tonight." His stare at the ceiling was interrupted by him closing his eyes and taking a deep and calming breath.

Marie contemplated the situation a moment, feeling her own helplessness when it came to her mate's memories nag onto her. "Ah'm sorry that Ah can't help ya with your past." She eventually murmured, her eyes trained on her feeding child.

Frowning he opened his eyes once again and rolled his head to the side, so he was facing his girls. "What are you talkin' 'bout, Kid?"

She tore her gaze away from Becca and met Logan's hazel eyes. "Ah mean, Ah have a huge amount of your memories, even your … dreams, yet Ah can't come up with new clues to your past." She knew how much it hurt him to not know about his identity and that his child's birth only added to that pain, after all she had absorbed him twice after their girl came into their lives.

"Marie…" He smelled her sadness, but other than this afternoon when Jean had pitied him – at least he assumed this – his mate's emotions for him didn't make him angry. He could feel that she truly cared about him and her words weren't shallow attempts to show him that she tried to understand him, since she indeed did understand him. And he knew it. After a long moment of watching Marie, he rolled over and stood up to walk over to her. "I can't remember on my own, why should I expect you to remember in my place." He sat down on the armrest and she immediately leaned her head against his chest. "Don't let that bug you more than it bugs me." He felt her nod and he picked her book from her lap and closed it, before throwing it onto his desk. Meanwhile Becca had finished her bottle and Logan lifted her little body up and burped her gently, wrinkling his nose about the smelly towel. "C'mon, let's get the two of you to bed."

Marie suppressed her yawn and followed Logan over to her room. After kissing her cooing daughter good night, she crawled into her bed and watched Logan tug their child under her covers lovingly. When he turned around, Marie saw his haunted features and it hurt her heart. "Do ya wanna sleep with me tonight?"

Logan smiled faintly at her question and he would bet his cigars that the Boy-Scout wouldn't take those words for as innocent as the girl meant them. "Nah, you have a test tomorrow and I don't want you all worked up, 'cuz you couldn't get a decent night's sleep because of your wet dreams 'bout me."

A sly smirk found its place on her lips. "One, Ah would have those dreams if ya sleep next to me or not and two, Ah won't be able to sleep when ya growl and turn and toss over there in your bed, caught in one of your nightmares."

With a heavy sigh Logan gave in. "Yeah, fine. But I'll come to you later. Gonna watch TV a little."

"Do that, sugah." Marie rose her brow at him and leaned closer towards him.

Getting what the girl wanted Logan snickered and bent down capturing her lips in a brief kiss. "Night, Marie."

X X X X X

It was already near dawn when Logan woke with a start, startling his two girls in the process. Even though this time he didn't extract his claws in his sleep and held his growls to a minimum, his gasp for air and sudden jerking into a sitting position was enough to wake Marie next to him. Becca began her brawl at once, but other than usually after one of his nightmares, Logan immediately leaped up and picked the weeping newborn from her crib. "Shh, kiddo." He whispered into her downy hair and carried her over to her mother, climbing back onto the mattress.

Marie eyed her mate a moment, feeling that this hadn't been one of his usual nightmares. His closeness gave her the courage to give her control over her skin another try and so she freed her breast. Logan carefully placed his kicking daughter in the brunette's arm, guiding her little mouth to her mother's nipple. But the tiny girl kept her lips closed. "Huh? Not hungry?"

"Or she prefers the bottle above me." Rogue muttered and began to rub her nipple over her child's lips. Eventually the baby opened her mouth and began to suck.

"There you go." Logan grasped the girl's miniature hand between his thumb and index-finger, caressing her soft skin.

Marie watched him a moment as he leaded back against the headboard, snuggling closer to her side. "What's wrong? Was it a nightmare?"

"Nah…" His gaze remained on his daughter. "It was really weird." Marie's free arm slung around his neck and her fingers began to massage his skull, her fingertips running through his thick dark mane. "There was this dark haired boy. With blue eyes. Think he was a little older than me." On Marie's silent question, he clarified his dream. "Think I was a kid myself… and there was that man… He rode towards us on a horse… and I hugged him while the boy brought the horse to the stables." He frowned about the fragments of his dream. "The clothes and all… it was all kinda old fashioned."

This revelation caught the girl's interest. "Old fashioned? Like old in WWII or more like in WWI?" She knew that her mate might even be older than the professor and thanks – or more no thanks, to Erik's memories growing up during the Holocaust, she had a pretty good idea of how life had been back then.

Logan slowly shook his head, still a little shaken what his dream – if it was indeed a fragment from his lost past – implied about his age and his chances to find further clues about his origins. "More like the time in the movie with the gay vampires you like so much." He pressed out, unsure how this young and innocent girl would react. But he had to tell her. He needed to tell anybody and the Kid was the only person on this planet that truly cared about him and he trusted her that she would keep quiet about his findings.

"Interview with a Vampire?" Marie jerked her head around so she was face to face with him, their noses almost touching. "Wow!" Her gapping mouth and widened eyes just underlined her astonishment.

"Come again!" He could hardly believe it himself.

"So ya're more than a century old!" She kept staring at him, his handsome face – her chocolate eyes drowning in his deep hazel orbs. "Amazing…" The word came in a whisper from her lips and she suddenly was acutely aware that her jaw was still slack. Shutting her mouth she pulled a few inches away – aware of the fleeting fear that passed about his features – her inner Logan held the same fear for a split second, that she might reject this 'fossil'. "Ya know, it was about time ya founded a family, sugah." She continued with a cheeky grin plastered on her lips and saw the relief in his eyes.

He stared a moment at her, his heart skipping a beat. How did he deserve this amazing girl's love and trust? Slowly he closed the distance between their lips to a slow, but intense kiss, their child feeding contently between them. When he broke away, giving her the chance to catch her breath, one of his rare true hearty smiles made its way to his lips. "You're the one, who amazes me."

Now was her face blank as she watched him stroke Becca's head gently. "Why?"

"You ain't sendin' me to an old-age home." He replied with a smirk.

"Nah, not yet. Think in a few decades when your hair begins to turn grey." There was this sassy girl again he had picked up on that icy Canadian road so many months ago.

He leaned closer to her, their faces only inches apart. "Thought you liked those platinum strains in dark hair."

Mischief sparkled in her chocolate eyes. "Ah do. Maybe they'll make ya even more sexy. Then ya may stay a decade longer." His chuckle was cut short by her lips crushing on his. Her fingers found their way back into his dark locks while his hand glided down to her waist, next to his daughter's feet. Their kiss became more passionate, his tongue slipping into her hot mouth finding its dancing partner immediately.

Logan noted that she was gaining experience and though she left the lead to him, she began to give her own nuances to their kiss. Suddenly the tug of her tongue on his stopped and the girl was like frozen when he slowly broke away, a frown carved into his forehead. "What's wrong, Marie?"

A faint blush lighted her cheeks up as she bit her lower lip. "Umm, we're watched."

His eyes followed her gaze down to the bundle in her arm. Becca had stopped her feeding, her mouth away from her mother's breast and now the tiny girl was looking up to her parents with her large blue eyes and a small grin.

Logan let go off Marie's waist and leaned back against the headboard scrutinizing his daughter's impish expression with a raised brow. "What's up, kiddo? You gonna tell on your ma and pa?" The baby hiccupped, but never broke the eye contact with her father as he picked her up gently and held her before his face, steadying her head. "So you gonna blackmail your old man, huh?" Her small hand reached out towards his bearded cheek. "What you want, kiddo? A new diaper?" He brought her to his face, attacking her belly with kisses. "Or more milk?" Another round with kisses followed her gargling and cooing.

Marie laughed as she watched the big bad Wolverine play with his cub, joy lighted up his face and reached his eyes. Suddenly Becca's gargling was interrupted by a burp and the rest of her last meal dropped down onto her father's black tee-shirt.

Logan stopped his antics and rolled his eyes heavenwards, hearing the giggle-like cooing of the newborn and the gleeful laughter of his mate. "Funny, you two."

Marie lifted the baby from his grasp, wiping the smeared mouth with the hem of Logan's shirt, receiving a dark glare. "Hey!" But she ignored him and pressed a kiss to Becca's cheek. "Not daddy, honey. Mr. Summers is your target."

"Yeah, the boys scout with the stupid glasses." Logan clarified while bending forward, shrugging out of his dirty shirt. He tossed it to the floor and slumped back into the pillow next to his girls, his chest bare.

Still giggling like mad, Marie slid down on her bed, leaning back into her pillow and placed her daughter between her and Logan on the mattress, tugging the comforter over her small body.

He watched her for a moment and noted the happiness in the brunette's eyes. Shaking the head about her hysterics, he rolled onto his side, facing Marie. Their foreheads touched lightly, while Becca yawned and closed her eyes, drifting to sleep framed by her parents. His large hand slipped over to Rogue's waist. "Sleep now. Chuck won't think it funny when you fall asleep during your test."

Marie closed her eyes obediently but still kept giggling for the next minute. "Kid? You ok?"

"Yeah." She took a deep breath in hope to calm her nerves, but the giggles wouldn't stop. "Sorry, Logan." The Canadian sighed and rolled his eyes.