After the last new diaper Logan withstood the urge to crawl back into his warm and comfortable bed and went down into the kitchen instead. They had a lot planned for today and he wanted to give Marie a good start in the day and for her test, so he prepared breakfast for the two of them.

Two of the younger students were also up early and hang their sleepy heads over their bowls with cereals. But their tired gazes slowly cleared as they watched the Wolverine of all people not only handle the stove quite well, but stacking fluffy pancakes onto two plates on a tray – nothing burned.

Logan was about to pour orange juice into a large glass when he smelt trouble coming his way. His jaw tensed, but he ignored Scott's eyes on him and placed the glass next to his hot coffee on the tray.

"Whatchaya doing?" Cyclops grunted out, his anger and dislike for the other man plain to the eye. The students watched their teacher with interest. This was so unlike him.

"Breakfast. Or is it forbidden for me to prepare food for her?" The Canadian lifted the tray and strode away.

Scott huffed seething. Why was that sick bastard still allowed near Rogue or any of the other kids? "I have an eye on you!"

Logan smirked. "Then how you gonna watch Jeannie, One-Eye?" And off he was.

X X X X X

When Logan entered Rogue's room, he heard the shower running and found her bed empty, but made. He placed the breakfast on the desk and approached the armchair. Peeking over the backrest he found the little baby sound asleep, her serene face made Logan smile involuntarily.

Quite some time must have past, noted the Canadian as the bathroom door opened and a fully dressed Rogue walked over to him. He was still watching his small daughter sleep when her mother carefully lifted her up and cradled her to her chest. "She's a little angel, when she's sleeping."

"Ya mean when she doesn't cry, Logan." The young mother grinned at him knowingly.

He placed a kiss onto his daughter's head and went over to the pancakes. "Brought you breakfast, Kid." Removing the towels from the seating, he pushed the leather chair in front of the desk and gestured Marie to take a seat.

Obeying the brunette eyed the heap of pancakes and syrup on the plate that was placed before her. "Ooh, that's so cute of ya, Logan!" She immediately sipped on her juice.

"Don't tell of it, might harm my reputation, Kid." Logan sank down on the desk chair, taking a bite from his own breakfast as he watched Marie slowly wake their daughter up.

"Hey, Becca, good morning." She whispered while kissing the child's head and rubbing her tiny hands. "God, her hands are cold." Her worried gaze met Logan's.

The young father concentrated his sharp ears on the little girl's body. "Her breathin' and heartbeat are normal. Gonna ask Jeannie 'bout that."

Becca slowly opened her blue eyes, her expression looked everything else than thrilled about being woken up. After all it was her job to rouse her parents from their sleep. But before the cranky baby could break out into tears, her mother had freed her breast and the little girl was being nursed. "Sorry, but Ah can't leave during the test."

"She doesn't seem to mind to have her breakfast earlier." Logan remarked and returned his attention to his own meal while Marie cut a piece of her pancake off with her fork and began eating. Good thing she could handle her breakfast with only one free hand.

A knock disturbed the comfortable silence and the door opened almost immediately. Jean peeked into the room spotting Rogue in the large leather chair with her baby feeding contently on her breast and Logan sitting next to them on the desk. "Everything alright?"

Wolverine met her gaze. "Sure."

"You can bring your baby to my office at 11:30 for the checkup."

"Yeah, thanks." The woman was about to go and a thought came to his mind. "Red?" She opened the door again. "Becca has cold hands, does that mean anythin'?"

She saw the worry on both parents' faces and contemplated the reasons. "Does she sleep with her arms up to her head?"

Logan nodded and a frown found its place on his forehead. "Yeah. That's the reason?"

"Yep. "The doctor smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry about that. Till later."

"Bye, Red."

"Thanks, Dr. Grey." Marie lifted her daughter to her shoulder burping her, tugging her long white-brown hair over her other shoulder to bring it out of the line of fire.

Logan watched the brunette wipe the baby's mouth clean with the spit-towel – they had christened it that way. "You should get ready for the test, Kid."

Her stomach clenched at the mere thought of facing the other students. She had no doubt that she was gossip topic no.1. Marie placed Becca into her father's waiting arms and headed to the bathroom.

A few minutes later she fetched her writing case with sweaty hands and paced the floor before her bed. Logan watched her with their daughter cradled to his chest. "Nervous, huh?"

The brunette stopped abruptly and met his gaze, her face anxious. "Ah need to go to the toilet again." She spun on her heels but before she could rush over to the smaller room Wolverine's large hand grasped her gently by the wrist.

"Take a deep breath, Kid. You'll slip in just before the test starts and slip out of the classroom before any of the nerds knew that the time's up." He smiled at her and tugged a white strain behind her ear. "Forget the other kids, only the test counts."

"Right." She closed her eyes and breathed in and out slowly, calming her nerves. "Thanks, Logan." They walked over to the door and Becca cooed causing Marie to face the tiny girl. She reached out and stroked the soft skin of her baby's cheek. "It's so surreal. Do we really have her since only yesterday?"

Logan chuckled. He wouldn't want to give the little tyke away. His first reaction had been pure shock, but those bright blue eyes of the tiny girl and the fact that she was Marie's had made him love the child from the very first moment – even before he found out that the baby was also his.

Given, when he had found out about being the girl's father Logan was scared as hell and wanted to run, but it was the animal in him that immediately accepted his cub. Logan had learned a long time ago that sometimes it was the best to listen to your instincts and that was it what he had done since the revelation. Wolverine had been leading him in the beginning, but also the man knew his place was with his two girls. "Know what you mean, Kid. Think it's because of the long night or short one – take it the way you like… and that it feels right."

"Whadya mean, Logan?"

He saw her smile. "You know what I mean, Kid. The three of us." Her beam widened. "You should go now or you'll be late." He saw her nod and pressed a peck to her pink lips. "Good luck, Kid." Before she could open the door, Logan held their cooing daughter before her face and whispered in the newborn's tiny ear, but loud enough for Marie to hear every word. "Wish your momma good luck, Becca."

Rogue giggled and leaned forward to give her baby a peck onto the lips. "Thanks."

X X X X X

Kitty glanced past Jubilee onto the free chair. "The test starts in five minutes and Rogue is still missing."

"Had anyone seen her since… you know?" Bobby like the other boys from the row before had turned behind to the two girls, and his ice-blue eyes traveled from one of his friends' faces to the next.

The firecracker shook her head. "Nope. She didn't even sleep in our room."

"Ms. Munroe came to our room yesterday and packed a few of Rogue's clothes into her duffle bag."

"Maybe they kicked her out?" John suggested while playing with his beloved lighter.

Pete looked skeptical and eventually voiced his doubts. "You think so? Can't imagine the professor to do something like that."

"Where else could she be? And the baby?" John looked expectantly into the round.

Bobby contemplated this theory. "The formula, Ms. Munroe left in the kitchen yesterday, is also nowhere to be found."

Storm entered her history class the papers with the questions tugged under one arm, closing the classroom door with her free hand. The whispering between the students was more intensive than usually and she noted that every student was present, except the young mother, who was excused. "All books and cribs off the desks. We'll start now." The chatter died down.

The moment Ororo wanted to hand out the sheets, the door opened and Rogue slipped sheepishly in, a writing case in her hand, and scurried over to her seat. "Sorry."

Storm starred at her dumbfolded for a moment. "You aren't too late, dear." The girl visibly squirmed under the stares and murmurs of her classmates. "You know you're excused, Rogue."

The brunette tried hard to ignore the intense gazes that rested on her and hoped her voice wouldn't betray her. "Ah've learned and Ah wanna take the test."

"Fine."

X X X X X

"Ok, time's up!" Storm announced and earned a groan from Jubilee and John. "Please hand the sheets to me."

To Rogue's dismay Jubilee had already recovered from her test and faced her, as did Kitty and the three boys from the row before. "So, chica, what's up?!" The Asian popped a strawberry chewing gum into her mouth and looked at her expectantly.

Marie felt like trapped. She slid her chair away from the desk and saw all eyes go to her skin-tight shirt and jeans, or more precise to her stomach. Her classmates traded confused gazes about her slender frame.

"You can go now, Rogue." Storm saw how uncomfortable the young mother was among her classmates.

The brunette jumped to her feet and rushed over to the door. "Thanks, Miss Munroe."

"Are you goin' to your baby?" John asked loud and the entire class went silent.

All eyes were trained on her. 'They'll find it out sooner or later. Though Jubes and co. have already seen Becca.' Rogue grasped the doorknob. Then she mustered all her courage and turned slightly around to the whole class and muttered a "Yes." before opening the door in a hurry and storming out and down the corridor.

X X X X X

The door to Rogue's room flew open and would have bounced back from the wall, if the girl hadn't fetched the wood in time only to threw it shut behind her. With wide and horrified eyes Marie took Logan's approaching frame in.

The Canadian frowned concerned. "How was it?" The girl was paler than normal.

"Awful!" She threw her hands up into the air and shook her head.

"Thought you had learned, Kid?!" His eyebrow went up.

"Not the test! The stares and whispers!" She screamed at the top of her lungs and was glad that Becca was already awake and Logan began to rock her as her small face contorted in distress to the loud voice. "Just when Ah was about to leave John, that jerk, had to asked if Ah'll go to mah baby?!"

"And?" Logan assumed she had simply fled from the room without a word.

Her features paled even more and all vehemence left her voice. "Ah said 'yes' and ran out." Her brown eyes searched for his, silently asking if he approved of her reaction.

He shrugged and walked up to her. "They'll find out eventually." His face became a mixture of hurt and anger. "Bad enough I have to deny our kid."

Rogue wondered how easily Logan had accepted their situation and his new role as father. It seemed like it was a piece of his life he had always longed for without even knowing it himself. Maybe it was the unconditional love and trust a child offered to their parents that gave him the confidence to see their future in a positive light. To give him the hope to be indeed worthy to be loved.

Her eyes held kindness as she reached out with her hand and stroked his bearded cheek in a comforting gesture. She didn't know what to say to him to make him feel better, after all it was her fault – her age's fault – he had to lie.

Maybe the baby felt the sadness radiating from her parents, but big tears welled up in her huge blue eyes and her wailing made both pairs of eyes center on her. "Shh, kiddo." Logan shifted the newborn so she lay against his chest and shoulder while rubbing her back gently. And the tiny girl immediately calmed at the almost inaudible purr rumbling through his chest.

Marie's brow went upwards in amazement. "Ya sure ya never took care of a baby before, Logan?"

"At least as far as I can remember, Marie." This stirred some uncomfortable thoughts, he normally kept shoved to the depth of his mind. Maybe, before the entire Adamantium-experiment, he already had had a wife and kids. A family that was also victims to the gruesome tests, he was subjected to. Maybe, that is. "Think she might be hungry again."

The young mother nodded with a frown, she didn't miss the troublesome emotions welling up in his hazel eyes briefly. "Then give her to me." She sank down on the soft mattress of her bed and lifted her shirt.

X X X X X

After her meal and a new diaper little Becca was contently cooing in her father's arms as he carried her down the stairs to the mansion's first floor, where the classrooms and offices were located and her first doctor's appointment would take place soon. Ok, not directly there, but in the mansion's secret basement's infirmary.

After his knock on the massive door, Logan waited for Jean's voice, before he opened the door and stepped into the room.

The redhead greeted him with a restrained smile. She wasn't sure what to think of the feral man anymore. His care for the baby and Rogue seem to be genuine, even the few emotions she could pick up from him supported this impression. But this was all against his nature and not to forget his bad guy image. He was a loner, living a life full of drinking, fighting and fucking without any strings attached. Even if he meant what he had said to Rogue the day before – that he would stick around – he would feel caged sooner or later and would return to his former life on the road.

And then there was the fact that he had gotten a 16 year old teenager and a student of his pregnant. She had believed that even the Wolverine had some morals, but apparently he didn't. He took what he wanted from whom he wanted and that was a childlike looking teen - and not a grown woman like her.

"Somethin' wrong, Red?"

She hadn't meant to drift to her thoughts or to stare at the man, but his gruff voice brought her back to the present. "Nah, everything's fine. How was the first night?" Jean approached him, forcing her doubts about the other mutant to the back of her mind.

"You aren't actually askin' that?! Didn't you hear 'er every two hours?!" He placed a kiss to the downy head of the girl and watched as the doctor picked the calm baby up into her arms. "She's worse than Siren."

Maybe he would grow tired of playing daddy even sooner than she had thought a moment ago. "That's normal, Logan. And it'll stay that way for some time."

He sighed. That much he had figured out on his own. "Hope she'll sleep a little longer when she has her own bed." He saw the redhead's inquiring expression. "Gonna go buyin' a crib later." His fingertips run a last time over the soft skin of his daughter's cheeks, before he let his hand drop to his side. "How long will your testing take?"

"Why?"

"Long enough, that Rogue and I can move her stuff from her old room?"

Jean contemplated a moment. "I'll bring her up to you when I'm finished."

"Thanks." He opened the door, but flashed a smile down to his daughter in the doctor's arms. "See you later, lil' angel." At the moment the child was a serene little angel.

X X X X X

Shortly before lunchtime, Rogue had visited the kitchen and made a few sandwiches for Logan and her. They had just finished moving her few belongings – mostly consisting of books Logan had presented her with – to her new room. Her clothes were piled up on the comforter of her bed whereas the books had already found their place on the shelf. Her school material was gathered in a heap on her desk and the only foto she possessed of Logan and her lay on top.

Now, after Jean had brought Becca back to them as promised, the three of them stood in front of the professor's study and were already greeted mentally by the older man.

Logan saw the kind smile that graced the psych's lips when he saw Rogue carry her small daughter. "We'll go shoppin' baby stuff, Chuck. Have I your permission to take the girls with me?"

His grey-blue eyes shifted to Wolverine as he answered in his usually calm voice. "Sure. Do you need anything?"

"Nah." Logan pointed to his daughter "Baby." then to Rogue "Food." and then to himself "Money." The corners of the professor's mouth turned upwards in amusement. "Think we have everythin'."

"Well then. I wish you good luck." The glee suddenly vanished from his features and Xavier's piercing glare dug into the young parents. "I don't have to remind you, that you must keep it unknown in what relation you stand to the child, Logan."

The feral man's jaw tensed and he bit the growl down that rumbled in his chest. He wasn't as dense as everyone thought him to be. With a nod he turned around and led his two girls out the room and down the corridor to the garage.

X X X X X

The drive was spent in comfortable silence due to the tiny girl fell into a peaceful sleep as soon as they left the school gate. Rogue soon had followed her daughter's example and Logan watched them sleep with a gentle smile on his face.

When they had finally arrived at the parking lot of their destination, he had carefully woken the brunette and now they were entering the giant store through the automatic doors.

Marie's eyes lit up and she turned her head in awe. "Always wanted to visit an IKEA."

"Hope the Swedes got everythin' a newborn needs." Logan grunted eyeing the futuristically designed chairs in the entrance area warily.