Chapter Four Egads! It's a new chapter-whatever will y'all do? Seriously, I finally sat down and started writing again...though the muses kept me up til 8am...(but hey, beggars can't be choosers!)

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She remained silent, fidgeting-examining her nails, picking invisible lint off the bedspread…stalling.
"Jube. It ain't goin' away. Talk ta me. Please."
Her eyes lifted slowly to meet his. "What's there to say, Wolvie? I'm pregnant. That's it. It's not really something you can discuss."
"It ain't the baby I mean ta discuss. It's this whole marriage thing."
"Well, you should know…the doc gave me that stuff-I didn't ask him for it."
"Why'd he give it to ya?"
She shrugged. "Guess he figured the kid would be better off. I told him I didn't need it, but he asked me to at least think about it."
"Fine. So, what do ya think about it?"
"I think it's crazy."
Logan flinched. "Crazy? Why?"
Jubilee rolled her eyes. "Why? How can you not think it's crazy? Geez, Wolvie. It's us. Us. Can you see us married?"
"Yeah."
She froze, eyes meeting his. "You're kiddin'."
"Nah. Dead serious, darlin'."
"Oh my God…you're serious."
"That's what I said."
"No-I mean, you're serious!"
"What else in flamin' hell would I be?"
Jubilee stood up, pacing the floor. "I can't believe this. I was scared shitless-sorry 'bout that-when I even thought about it coming home today. And here you're sayin' all this stuff-you might as well be proposin'." She stopped in the middle of the room, suddenly wary. "You aren't, are you?"
"And what if I am?"
"Aw, hell-Wolvie…"
"Well, what do ya say?"
"To what?"
"Ta us gettin' married."
She quirked an eyebrow. "Well, first I'd ask ya where the hell romance got to, 'cause this proposal ain't got it."
"Jube, we ain't ever been flowers an' candy people."
"Well, can I at least get a ring?"
"I was kinda thinkin' we'd do this real soon."
"How soon? Like next-month soon?"
"More like tomorrow-soon."
"Tomorrow? Wolvie, I don't have a dress, we don't have rings, nothin'!"
"Do we need all that stuff?"
She sighed, dropping back onto the bed beside him. "Well, no…but I'd like to have had it."
His arm slipped around her waist, drawing her closer to his body. Dragging her onto his lap, he nuzzled her shoulder and neck.
"Um, Wolvie…I think that's how we got ourselves into this in the first place…."
He rumbled low in his chest. "Yeah…" He lifted her off of him, sitting her back on the bed. Adamantly refusing to give up touching her, he slid his fingers into her hair. "Tell ya what, Jube-ya want a weddin', ya got one. Go get yerself a dress tomorrow. I'll get us some rings, and see what I can do about a license and getting' a man to do the job. We can get this done by the end o' the week."
"Logan-wait a minute."
"What?"
"How do you feel about this?"
"Bein' married, ya mean?"
"Yeah."
"I want ta do it. It ain't got anythin' ta do with the baby, Jubilee-maybe a little-but I know I love ya, and I can't think of anythin' better in the world than bein' able ta keep ya to myself, and have a life with ya."
"Damn, Wolvie. That was romantic."
"Ya tell anyone, an' I'll tell 'em ya drool in yer sleep."
"I do not."
"Tell that to yer pillow. I've seen the wet spots to prove it."
She punched him in the shoulder. "Rat. I should've known you'd get dirt on me."
"You'd do the same, an' ya know it."
"Yeah, well…." They fell silent. Gingerly, Jubilee picked up the ultrasound, her finger tracing over the blob that the image showed to be their baby. "Wolvie…?"
"Yeah, darlin…"
"What do you think about this?" She waved the picture in the air.
"I think it's great."
She half-turned, looking at him with undisguised interest. "Really?"
"Yeah."
"Lemme guess. It's that whole big-man-I-can-make-babies thing, isn't it?"
He snorted. "Nah. It's that I-love-you-and-it's-our-baby thing."
She scooted over to him, gently pushing him back on the bed before sliding on top of him. "God, Wolvie…I can't believe you. Here I thought you were all gruff and tough, but you're a big ol' softie. You know what? I love it. I love you." She pushed her fingers into his hair, glancing at his eyes-first one, then the other. "You're the best, you know that? Nah, you probably don't. Well, you are." She kissed him, long and hard, her nails digging into his scalp as his hands grabbed her hips and pressed her lower half against his. She smiled against his lips. "I bet you're glad we can still bump uglies, aren't ya?"
He nodded, hands sliding under her top.
"Whoa, boy. Hold it right there." She pushed herself up.
"What?" Impatience washed over his features.
"Names. We hafta think of names."
"Right now?"
"Nah…but there is one thing…."
He sighed. "What is it, Jube?"
"Exactly what will my last name be when we're married?"
Logan paused. "Well…I guess it'll be Lee."
"But that's my name now."
"And I ain't got one ta give ya."
"Okay…so why don't you take my name?"
"What in flamin' hell are ya talkin' about?"
"I'm sayin' that if you don't have a name to give, then lemme give you mine."
"Logan Lee." He paused, brow furrowed in thought. "Alright."
"What? You're doin' it?"
"Well, not right now I ain't, but I'm hopin'…" He ground against her to emphasize his point.
She giggled. "Goofball. You know what I mean."
"Yeah…and yeah, I'm doin' it. It'd be nice ta have a name. An' the kid's gonna need one, so it makes sense. Is that settled?"
"Yeah…"
"Good. Now I can get ta better things…" He rolled her underneath him, tugging the blanket over their heads. "Excuse me, junior…but daddy's got to bother ya a bit…"

Jean smiled at the emotions she was feeling from the couple upstairs. The sensations battering her telepathic awareness were way past being "tuned out." They might as well have been deliberately transmitting to her. She couldn't ignore it-she'd tried. Total failure. "Scott…" she whispered.
"What, Jean?" he mumbled.
"Sorry to wake you, but I thought you might want to know that everything's okay with them. Logan's fine with the baby, and, well…"
"Well, what?"
"Well, the girls and I will probably be taking Jubilee shopping tomorrow."
He nodded, punching his pillow to fluff it up a little. "S'okay…have fun."
She smiled again in the darkness before slowly succumbing to her own fatigue.