It was still early for most of the students to be up, but the teachers were already awake and prepared their breakfast, so Storm thought it time to make her visit to the young parents. She knocked lightly, afraid to startle the newborn, and opened the door. When she entered the room her gut clenched at the sight of the naked Logan – at least the part of his body not covered by the dark green blanket was shirtless. He was lying on his side in Rogue's bed, his back facing the door and his hand was resting on the girl's butt.

Storm was like punched into the face, her trust in the other mutant shattered into little pieces. She walked over and saw Logan roll onto his back. "What's up, 'Ro?" He asked in his gruff voice and blinked the sleep from his eyes.

The weather witch stared at the pair as Logan removed his hand from the girl and revealed another little body lying peacefully between them, her mother's hand resting on the baby's stomach. It took Storm a moment to find her voice. "Hard night?" She eventually asked, her features curious.

Marie stretched and yawned while Wolverine sat up, leaning against the headboard and picking up his stirring daughter. "Nah, but someone needs a new diaper." He answered and slid his demin clad legs over the edge of the bed and walked over to the changing table.

Storm's gaze followed him and fell upon the crumbled shirt on the floor, white streaks visible on the black cotton. "What happened to your shirt?"

Logan grunted and freed his daughter from her wet diaper. "My girls confused it with a napkin." Marie burst into a new fit of giggles and buried her face in her pillow. "Christ, will you stop, Kid?"

The brunette lifted her head. "Becca had already spitted on your shirt, why shouldn't Ah use it to wipe her face?"

"Maybe you could have waited till I got it OFF my body?" Logan looked a split second away, glaring at his laughing mate, when he felt something warm and wet flow down his hand. "Fuck!" His gaze snapped back to his cooing and kicking daughter on the changing table and with a swift motion of his hand he clapped the open diaper over the fountain. With a growl directed towards the two hysterically laughing women behind him, he eyed Becca with a hitched brow. "You finished?" He slowly opened the diaper again peeking in. "I slowly get the impression you have it in on me, lil' skunk."

Becca moved her small fist to her mouth, sucking and biting on her hand while giving her father the best puppy eye look, Logan had seen until now. "What? Tellin' me you're all innocent?" He slipped the now dripping wet fabric from under the child's butt and noticed a dried piece of tissue bathing in the sea of pee. With a small smile he folded the diaper together and began to wipe and powder the tiny girl. "You could make amends later during your checkup and try that stunt on Red, kiddo." He whispered, still angry about the redhead's audacity to ask if he'd deny his little angel.

Storm sank down on the foot of the bed laughing, but noted that Rogue lay under her comforter, while Logan had slept on top of it with another blanket covering him. 'But why did he sleep in Rogue's bed in the first place?' She was relieved that her former suspicions had evaporated, but she still had to know, if not as her duty as their chaperone, but to sate her own curiosity. "Well, why this sleepover?" Her blue eyes swept from Logan, who only growled, to a suddenly serious and shy Rogue.

Marie wasn't sure how far she should go with the truth – telling Storm that it calmed Logan and held his nightmares at bay when they'd sleep in the same bed cuddling. Her eyes darted over to the Canadian, but she didn't found any solution on the back of his head, so she murmured "Nightmare.". But to her astonishment and relief her teacher didn't dig any further and seemed satisfied with her answer.

'She might think you were the one with the nightmare, Kid.' Her mental Logan provided and it made sense to her, though it wasn't any less embarrassing that she couldn't sleep alone and acted like a toddler crawling into their parents' bed after a bad dream.

Ororo smiled gently and rose to her feet. "Since everything is fine, I'll fetch my tea." She returned to the door and said "Bye." while closing it.

X X X X X

Later that day, after Marie had taken her math test, she lay on her stomach on her bed, propped up on her elbows with Becca lying before her cooing. The young mother had stripped the baby to her diaper and was now massaging the tiny feet and legs like she had read it in a parenting-forum on the internet and her daughter seemed to enjoy it. Every now and then she pressed a kiss to the miniature toes.

She was really enjoying her quality time with her little girl and was telling her about her day so far – kinda a one-sided girl talk, but she liked this idea. Why shouldn't she try and become her daughter's best friend, the girl would share her secrets with? After all, this was one of the aspects she felt so safe and loved in her relationship with Logan – she could talk with him about anything without holding back – he was her best friend. And her mate.

"So Jubes tried to convince me that it's never too early for a girl to go shopping, but Ah didn't waver and told her that your wardrobe doesn't need a makeover yet." She stopped with her caressing and threw a concerned gaze towards Becca. "Hope ya ain't angry with me, honey." Like on cue the newborn waved her little fists happily. "That's good." Marie smiled and resumed her baby-wellness. "K, where were we? … Ah, yes, then she wanted to talk me into changing mah outfit. But Ah told her off."

"Already spent enough money this week and Ah still fit into mah clothes from before ya were growing inside of me." Marie thought a moment and blushed. "Yeah, fine. Ah do know about a little something Ah would like to buy, but your daddy would confiscate it immediately and hide the lingerie till mah birthday." The brunette sighed. "So no fun for your mamma till Ah'm 18." Becca gurgled contently and Marie narrowed her eyes on her child. "What? Ya ain't pitying me?" But the baby continued to babble happily and her mother shook her head.

Logan entered Marie's room, his hair still damp from the shower after his Danger Room session, and he smiled at his two girls lying on the bed. "Hey, whatchaya doin'?"

The brunette moved her hands upwards to massage the little chest. "Becca's having a wellness session. Think she likes it."

Logan kicked off his boots and flopped down next to Marie. He rested on his side and slid closer to his girls, placing a kiss on his daughter's cheek. "What you think, kiddo, your mamma also givin' me a massage later, huh?"

Marie grinned at his cocked eyebrow. "Maybe, if daddy would return that favor."

He chuckled about her mirroring his trademark brow and began to caress the little hand of his daughter. "Made a few calls. There's a cage fight tomorrow evening."

"Where?" Marie met his gaze, hoping that he didn't need to take off already this evening to get there in time.

"Not far away. Just an hour's drive to Shelton." He saw the relief in her features. "Even less with Scooter's bike." His smirk told her everything. "You fine with that, Kid?"

"Sure." Her smile faded as did his as their nostrils were assaulted by a now all too familiar stench. "Think she thinks it funny." Marie muttered while making a face and crawling from the bed.

Logan also fled from the bed. "Your turn, Kid." He saw her sigh and pick the gargling baby up.

Marie opened the diaper up and caught her breath, not only because of the smell, but also at the sight of her little girl's belly. "Huh?" She took a closer look into the dirty diaper while running her index finger over the child's navel, but she didn't find the dried tissue she was looking for. With a small frown she cleaned her daughter and picked the naked girl up, presenting her belly button to her father. "Look, Logan, what a beautiful belly our girl has!"

Wolverine snickered about the proud smile on his mate's face. "I know. She must have lost it durin' the night. Found it when I changed her."

Suddenly the smile vanished from the young mother's features. "Where's Becca's umbilical cord?" She demanded in a crisp tone.

"In the bin." Logan was startled by the mixture of emotions he saw swim on her face.

Marie's eyes widened in disbelief. "Ya threw it away?"

"Umm, yes?"

"Arghhh!" She stomped over to him and placed her daughter into her father's arms and then Rogue turned on her heels and stormed into her bathroom, seething.

"What have I done wrong NOW?" Logan stared after the enraged brunette, the naked Becca cooing in his hands.

"Ya jackass ask?" Her furious voice hollered from the smaller room. "Ya threw it away, that's wrong!"

The smell of his daughter's urine came in waves from the bathroom, and this fact and what he could hear told him, that Marie was opening the dirty diapers in the trash. "You wanna keep it?"

"YES!"

His puzzled gaze centered on the baby in his arms and he thought it best, to get her into a new diaper before the school's sweater would end up like his other shirts already had. "Why that so suddenly? You wanted to flush the afterbirth the toilette."

A squeal of triumph rang from the smaller room and he heard her stuff the diapers back into the plastic bag. "We have nothing from the day of her birth, Logan! Not even a single picture or the name-wristlet the babies get in the hospital." Sadness was evident in her tone.

"So you wanna keep her cord as a keepsake?" He finished with the gluing straps and propped the baby onto his shoulder, before opening the window. Hearing the water running he approached Marie, watching her wash the tissue and drying it, before cleaning her hands.

When she looked up to him, her eyes were burning daggers into him. "What else? Shall Ah eat it?" She remembered his disgusting comment about the afterbirth.

"I don't get you sometimes, Kid." He shook his head about her.