Her first days attending classes as a teenage mother with her daughter in tow went by rather uneventful. During Logan's Danger Room sessions and self defense classes the baby would stay with Rogue interrupting the lessons from time to time. At first Marie had been embarrassed and saw the hacked off gazes from her classmates when Becca demanded her meal or a new diaper, but soon the other students got used to her wailing and even found advantages in the interruptions – as did the young mother.

Marie watched with dread as John, three seats to her right, translated the paragraph. 'Shit. Shit. Shit. Only two more and it's mah turn.' Carefully she opened another page of her dictionary and looked up another word. 'Why don't any of ya speak Spanish?'

'School is there to learn and not to use somebody else's knowledge, dear.'

'Oh, shut it, Bucket head!' resounded Logan's voice in her head. 'You wouldn't have that problem if you hadn't chosen Spanish of all languages, Kid.'

'Sorry, that Ah didn't see it coming that mah mental passengers can speak 16 languages, but don't know a single word in Spanish!'

'You could have tried the old fashioned way and simply learned the vocabulary.'

'Oh, shut the hell up, Logan.' Her eyes darted over to Storm. 'Gawd, Ah can't translate that stupid sentence! Why can't Ah have the next one?' From the corner of her eyes the brunette saw that nobody was watching her, so she initiated her escape plan. Carefully to not be caught she lifted her pencil towards Becca's little foot, poking her slightly. Like anticipated the baby woke up whining.

Marie breathed a sighed of relief and jumped to her feet and sprinted with her crying daughter out of the classroom. Pressing a kiss to the girl's forehead, she walked down the hallway towards the girls' restroom. "Sorry, honey." The baby calmed thankful to the closeness. "Thanks for saving your mama again."

X X X X X

The bell to free the students from their classes had just rung and Marie accompanied by Kitty and Jubilee walked towards the gym in the search for the rest of her family. They just passed by the girl's locker room when a group 8 graders emerged, wrapped up into their conversation.

"Logan is so cute! It's just great how he plays daddy for Becca." A blond squealed at the memory of her past P.E. lesson.

"No wonder Dr. Grey has chosen Wolverine above Mr. Summers. He's already such a wonderful daddy to Rogue's baby. Imagine how great he would be with his own kids!" This specific rumor had remained gossip topic, though the fact that Scott and Jean still shared a room confused most and had led to new speculations. Marie and Logan had shared a good laugh when she had told her mate about his supposed relationship with the redhead and that Scott's broken nose was the result of a fight both men had about the beautiful doctor.

Jubilee grinned like stupid, as did her friends, on the words of the younger girls. "Our grumpy grizzly is loosing his bad teeth gradually."

"Such talks ain't new." Marie countered, but she had to admit that the softer side of her mate slipped more often through his gruff mask in public when he was with Becca.

Jubilee contemplated this a moment. "Yeah, fine, talks 'bout Wolvie ain't new, just that before Becca came were all girls like 'Ooh, Logan is so hot! – melting to a puddle', but now they only see papa bear. As if he wouldn't snarl or shout at them anymore."

Kitty giggled. "But you have to admit that he's so cute with Becca."

"I ain't cute, Half-Pint." Kitty's giggles stuck in her throat at Logan's gruff voice coming from the open door of the gym.

Marie grinned at her fearful features and entered the hall to be greeted by her babbling daughter cradled to Logan's chest while he returned a volley ball to the tool shed. "Hello, honey." She immediately picked the tiny girl from her father's arm and pressed a kiss to the soft cheek. "How was P.E.?"

"She's gonna fail the class if she keeps refusin' to set a foot onto the field, Kid." Logan followed his girls to the bench on the sidelines, where the baby seat stood.

Marie snickered and pressed another peck to her daughter's head before laying her into her seat. "Don't listen to him, honey. Ya won't fail."

When the young mother turned around to give a witty remark to Logan, Jubilee beat her to it. "Rogue, umm… on your shirt… well…"

Marie's eyes widened in embarrassment and her cheeks glowed in a deep shade of red. "Shit!" She lifted her tee shirt a little up to get a better view on the two wet patches on the fabric. "Ah'm leaking!" Her disbelief turned to fury as she snapped at her mate. "That's all your fault, Logan!"

"Wtf?" He screamed back into her face unable to follow her train of thoughts once again.

"Ya said 'I'm gonna take 'er and feed 'er the bottle'! Ya got mah body out of its rhythm!" Marie spat mimicking his dialect and stormed into the hallway, where she almost bumped into one of Logan's students leaving the locker room. The boy was startled and was about to inform her about her wet shirt, when the brunette gritted her teeth and sent him a death glare. "Don't!" She almost bit his head off.

"Wow. I thought mood swings are normal during pregnancy. Not afterwards." Jubilee muttered next to a nodding Logan and Kitty – all three staring after the young mother.

X X X X X

On his way back to their rooms Logan saw Jean walking past the kitchen and couldn't avoid his eyes wander to her ass. "New pants, Red?"

The woman stopped and faced him while smoothen her skin-tight white trousers with her hands. "Yep, Logan."

His gaze didn't leave her butt as a large grin formed on his lips. "They show certain parts of you like never before."

"Umm, thank you, Logan." Jean almost blushed and would have walked over to the other mutant to flirt a little more, but unfortunately her students were already calling for her. "I better get going. See you later." She flashed him another toothy smile before continuing her way.

Just when Logan was about to turn into another corridor, he felt a hand grip his shoulder. "Why are you still chasing after Jean?"

The Canadian smirked – it was so easy to play with Scott. "Just for appearance. The students have so much fun with their gossip… and to get under your skin, Cyke." The raising anger from his fellow X-Men only fuelled his amusement. "Maybe, you wanna tell your girl that everyone can see her red panties through the fabric."

"What?" Scott stood there like stunned as Logan shrugged and made his way down the hallway with his daughter sleeping peacefully in her seat.

When he arrived at the landing of the second floor Beaves and Butthead came his way. The boys were already past him when Logan stopped with a whistle on his lips. "When you see Jean, make sure to compliment 'er on her new white pants." Bobby only nodded, glad that the feral was already moving away.

Logan chuckled as he heard the newest of John's theories. "Wolverine bought Dr. Grey new trousers!"

X X X X X

Marie cursed the fact that the sun shone and had transformed a grey fall day into a warm – almost hot – summer day. She wouldn't have minded any other day, but it had to be her first day at P.E. and with Logan as her teacher. Her mate stood to his promise to the professor that he wouldn't treat her differently than her classmates. So she was running under the stinging sun her fourth lap on the mansion's vast grounds. "Fuck his enhanced sight!" She murmured.

Every time someone thought to be too far away from Logan and thus safe from his view, they would slow down and catch their breaths, only to hear their teacher's barks and threats. John, who had tried to spend the class at the sidelines due to his wounded hand, had Logan's special attention. "Your legs ain't hurt, now move them faster, before I'll give you a reason to sit at the sidelines!"

Kitty hadn't enough strength to answer in whole sentences, so she 'mhm-ed' her friend as the three girls moved closer to the basketball court and their teacher.

Just when they were past Logan, Becca began her brawl and Marie smirked at her daughter's timing. Turning on her heels the brunette ran over to her little girl, who lay in her baby seat under an umbrella sheltering her from the sun.

But before Marie was close enough to pick her child up, she was met with her mate's stern gaze. "Ahaha, Kid. You keep runnin'."

"But Ah need to take care of Becca."

Logan picked his crying daughter up and the child hushed immediately. "Nah, you need to take care of your laps. Gonna award you with an additional round."

"What?" She stared at him in bewilderment.

"You heard me, Rogue. Now move your butt."

"Asshole!"

Kitty, Jubilee and a bunch other students stared wide eyed at the brunette and Wolverine in turn, disbelieving that Rogue of all people indeed dared to insult their teacher. "Two rounds more!" He shouted before kissing the baby and talking to her softly. "Today is milk-shake-day, kiddo."

Marie had just joined her two friends, but spun around on his words and held her middle-finger towards Logan, who in turn growled and shielded the baby's eyes from the gesture. "Three more!" He saw her eyes widen in disbelief and with a low growl from his lips she and her classmates finally resumed their training. "And everyone thinks me a bad influence." He muttered into his daughter's soft hair.

X X X X X

"No, Kid." Logan looked up from Marie's notes and gave the frustrated girl sitting in the armchair across from him a stern gaze. "That's the third time you make this mistake. Only plants and bacteria have a cell wall. Animal cells have only a plasma membrane, no cell wall."

"Uhu." Marie played with Becca's little feet, unable to concentrate on her boring studies.

"Kid." Logan sighed. "I know this crap is borin' and you won't need it in your life after high school, but even I know now the organelles of cells." He heard her huff. "Even Becca could tell you what the mitochondria are for, if she could talk that is."

"Maybe ya should take the test in mah place, Logan, if Ah'm too stupid to remember a few words!" She narrowed her eyes at him.

"I never said you're stupid, Marie." He remained quiet even when he picked up anger and almost disgust in her scent. "You're bright. You just don't concentrate enough." Those words seemed to appease her emotional outburst. "Believe me, I'd help you pass that stupid test, but unfortunately Jeannie is a telepath and I'm not invisible."

The girl made a face at his words. "Too bad ya ain't a telepath and can't send the right answers directly into mah mind." Suddenly the gazes of both locked while a mutual plan built in their minds.

"We're gonna study for another hour, Kid. If you still can't get the structures into the right order you can touch me." He saw a wicked smile form on his girl's features.

X X X X X

For once Marie was thankful for her mutation's side effect. Her 'updated' inner Logan had whispered her all the answers during her biology test, right under Jean's nose, though Marie was more than capable to access his memories in her mind. The doctor did her occasional scans to ensure nobody would cheat – especially the only young telepath in the class had her attention, but due to Marie's mental structure she had to trust the girl.

Now the brunette was clad in her junior X-Men uniform ready for her self defense lesson and waited for Logan's next commands. "God I hope he won't shout at us so much again." She heard Jubilee, her sparring partner, mutter. With a smug smile the brunette watched her mate give instructions to Kitty and Piotr. "Believe me, Jubes, he'll be much calmer today."

The Asian gave her a curious gaze and inquired further information. "What have you done, chica?"

"Just watch him."

Good five minutes later Logan's temper made him bark and snarl his instructions to his students. He felt the need for a cool beer or a cigar growing the more the kids didn't obey his orders. "Jesus, Ice Prick! I told you to lift your fuckin' hands more up!" A moment past in which he unsheathed his claws and his glare remained on the boy. "Yeah, more like that!"

The Canadian sighed when his mate made the firecracker trip and the Asian didn't break her fall with a roll like he had shown her. A part of him didn't like the thought of his young mate getting brushes, but the more rational part told him that she needed the knowledge and practice to defend herself. He would risk his life to save his Marie and their little Becca, but he couldn't be at the same time at two different places. If the shit hit the fan and he would have to decide between his two girls, he might chose Becca above her mother, since Marie had a powerful mutation at hand and Becca was only a defenseless and helpless baby.

Shoving these thoughts away he took a deep breath while watching the training session. Suddenly a calming smell reached his nostrils and he sniffed the air to determine the source of it and frowned slightly when he slipped his fingers into his chest pocket of his flannel and retrieved one of his cigars. He was sure that he hadn't put it there, but then shrugged and placed the unlit cigar between his lips and began to chew on the tobacco.

A few minutes later the students didn't tremble in fear of his barks any longer. Their teacher was now leaning with his trademark scowl against the wall next to his little daughter lying in her baby seat. But his stance was more relaxed than before – not that anyone except Marie had noticed the difference, but everyone had noticed his harsh shouts had became less frequent since he chewed on his cigar.

Jubilee bit her tongue to not laugh hysterically about the picture before her. "You're a genius, Roguey! You found the Wolverine-pacifier!"

Marie had to bite down her own giggles, when Logan – still chewing and sucking on his cigar – turned his head towards Becca and gazed down on their daughter – sucking peacefully on her pacifier. His face froze for a moment before he slowly removed his beloved cigar from his mouth and his dark glare centered on his mate. "ROGUE!"

X X X X X

Logan had planned to spend the evening with his Marie curled up against his body, her head resting on his chest while he would play absently with her white locks, both watching the new episodes of CSI and guessing who the murderer was. But the moment Logan was about to fetch the popcorn from the kitchen, he received a mental emergency message from the professor. After attending a briefing with his fellow X-Men in the war room, he had returned quickly to his room to slip into his leather X-Men uniform, Marie stood behind him fidgeting with the sleeve of her pj's. He sensed her worry and faced her, his voice softer than normally. "It's just a routine mission."

The brunette nodded and reached out to straighten the uniform's collar. "Be careful, Logan."

"Don't worry, Kid. You know I heal." He flashed her a reassuring smile, deeply moved by those simple words and her caring gesture.

"Ya do, but nevertheless ya feel the pain when ya get hurt."

He saw the genuine concern for his well being in her chocolate eyes and it warmed his heart that there was someone so kind to think him worthy to be cared and worried about. "I'll be fine, Marie." He encircled her petite frame with his strong arms and held her close, his nose buried in her hair. After a moment he pulled slightly away and pressed a chaste kiss to her forehead.

Marie gave him a small smile and watched him approach the crib and carefully ran his index finger over Becca's cheek. His hazel eyes were tender as he scrutinized his sleeping little angel's features.

X X X X X

Hours later, Logan carefully opened the door to his room and found his mate curled up with a blanket in his leather armchair, their sleeping daughter in her arms. His eyes darted over to the flickering TV screen, the volume was turned off. He walked over to his girls when Marie stood up and whispered. "Ah couldn't sleep."

Her worried eyes moved over his weak smile and then down his uniform, stopping at two holes in the leather above his heart. Slowly she lifted her hand and ran her fingertips over the healed flesh of his chest that was visible through the damaged and bloody uniform. She stared like mesmerized at the bullet holes, caressing his chest.

He reached out and lifted her chin, looking deep into her eyes. "I'm fine, Marie." Then he gathered her small frame in his arms, careful to not crush their daughter with their hug.

Logan smiled into her hair taking in her calming scent. She was grounding him. This girl gave his sad and lonely existence purpose, made him beating the shit out of somebody meaningful and somehow right. He would try his best for Xavier's cause, so his girls wouldn't be shunned by society any longer, to give them a bright future like they had already given it to him.