Remy stared at his reflection. Six weeks. A whole six weeks. The number of hours of sleep was lower than twenty. He had dark circles under his eyes and he looked like he wanted to grow a beard. He hadn't been to the bar, hadn't gone out with any of his friends, hadn't slept more than an hour each night.
"This has to stop." He mumbled to himself. He was too tired to even think about shaving. Because it involved a sharp object. He'd probably wind up slitting his own throat.
If this keeps up, I'm going to fall over dead. Poor Rogue.. She's been doing most of it by herself and trying to tell me to go back to sleep. But no. I don't because I feel guilty about leaving her to do it by herself.
On the non-bright side, Remy was expecting calls from jobs he had applied for. They couldn't depend on their parents their entire lives. Logan had put in a good word for him so he was hoping that he would get a call soon.
"Remy! Phone call!" He groaned and looked down at the razor in his hand. He'd deal with it later when he was wired from coffee. He didn't know which was worse. Being tired and shaving or being wired and shaving.
"I'm comin'!" He cried, dropping the object in the sink and running downstairs. "Who is it?"
"Mmm.. It's Logan." She responded with a worried look at him. "Maybe you should take a little time to yourself. You don't look so good."
"I'm not leavin' you to do it by yourself."
"Raven an' 'Rene are here." She was holding Chantel in her arms, bottle to the girl's mouth, with a stern frown on her face. She had lost the baby weight and looked thinner than before. And boy did she look like she hadn't slept in weeks. She was moodier now than when she was pregnant!
"Still, it is part of my responsibility." She rolled her eyes and turned around, leaving the room. Remy picked up the phone.
"Stubborn fool." She hissed to the back of his head as soon as she was in the kitchen. Chantel made a little sound that sounded like a gurgle of agreement. She laughed slightly and took the half-filled bottle from the girl and set it on the table. "So, you even know that your daddy is an idiot." Chantel hiccupped.
"Ro'! I'm goin' out!" She smiled in relief and went back into the living room.
"Logan's place. You talked 'im into it, didn't you?" She blinked at him innocently. "He threatened me that if I didn't come over, he'd come and force me."
"Everyone knows you need some sleep and relaxation."
"What about you?"
"You can repay me soon enough, sugah." She grinned.
"Think you can survive without me?"
"Remy, leave!" She practically threw him out the door and slammed it before he could utter a word or get a kiss good bye.
Rogue sat with Chantel on the couch, flicking through channels on the television. She was bored. She wanted to sleep. Raven and Irene had gone shopping for stuff and Rogue was very tempted to lay her baby down for a nap and take one herself.
"What do you say, sugah? I have to get some sleep." She got up and shut all the lights off. Then she basically flew up the stairs to their bedroom. She set her baby in the crib and tucked her in. The little girl merely blinked up at her curiously. "Nap time, hon." She stated with a smile. The baby had to be as tired as she did. She then got an idea and went to her closet, retrieving a little music box. She twisted the little metal thing at the bottom and set it down on the dresser then turned the light off. The sweet melody filled the room and Rogue got under the covers and smiled.
"Mmmm.." Rogue opened her eyes and shot out of bed. She looked at the clock. Noon. She heard noise and laughter downstairs and sighed with relief. Then Chantel let out an indignant wail, which someone immediately quieted. She got up and went to the bathroom then came back into the bedroom, getting dressed. She must've slept the entire night. She went downstairs and smiled at everyone. "Boy, do I feel better. Thank you so much." She stated, her eyes on the two women seated on the couch. Raven had moved in because she felt like she had to repay Rogue for all that happened to her. So she was always there to help out. And her and Irene were great friends. Marianne came out of the kitchen staring at the newspaper with a cup of coffee in her other hand. She looked up and smiled.
"Feel better?" Rogue couldn't keep a grin off her face as she nodded.
"Much." She sat down in the chair opposite the couch and let out a long sigh. "Could go for a shower, though."
"Be our guest." Marianne laughed and set her cup of coffee down on the table. "Lunch is coming on soon. So you go and shower."
"Don't have to tell me twice."
"I can't believe they conned me into getting them lunch!" Remy muttered as he held the pizza and wings on his lap. Logan snickered.
"Your own damn fault." The two had let loose when Remy went over his house then they fell asleep and slept for a good long time. Now they.. er, Remy was conned into buying lunch for the girls.
"Was not. Those ones are sneaky."
"Since when have you figured that one out?"
"Jus' now. I thought mon Ro' was their ring leader!"
"She's been trainin' 'em, bub." Logan rolled his eyes at the younger passenger. "You've got a lot to learn." Remy leaned his head against the window and sighed.
"Will you teach me?" The other man snorted.
"Now there's a good one." Remy rolled his eyes. Now he remembered why he never asked Logan for favors.. or things about women. Logan parked the car and they got out. They walked up the walk and into the house.
"Pizza is here. Wings, too." Marianne got up and took everything from his arms.
"Rem?" Everyone looked toward the stairs where Rogue was walking down. Remy's eyes widened. Her dark circles had vanished and she had a light touch of make-up. Her hair was damp, framing her face and she had a pair of form-fitting jeans and a hooded sweatshirt. She gave him a sweet smile.
"You look better." He said with a large grin as she came up beside him. He leaned down and kissed her lightly. When he pulled away, he felt her hand on his cheek.
"An' you finally shaved." She turned to Logan and smiled. "Thanks a lot. I owe you."
"Nah, it's fine." He stated, ruffling her hair. She laughed. "Looks like both of you needed it." He liked the little Southerner. She had spunk and sass and charm. He could see how she could have roped the Cajun next to him.
"Enough of this. I'm hungry." Remy kicked off his shoes and dove for the chair. Rogue grabbed the back off his shirt and he stumbled back.
"No, no, no." She said in a sugary voice. "My chair." Then she smiled even sweeter, if it were possible. "You weren't thinkin' of stealin' my chair, were you?" Remy coughed nervously and shook his head.
"Non.." He twitched slightly and backed away from her. "Of course not." She nodded and watched as he stood there. She then went and sat down in her chair.
Somehow, she still acts like she's pregnant.
Remy's thoughts were cut short when he realized that no one would save him any pizza if he didn't get some. Chantel made some noises from Irene's lap as the girl stared up at the woman.
"Let's dig in."
Rogue relaxed in Remy's arms as the two of them sat by themselves in the living room. Chantel was with Marianne, since the woman could not get enough of her grandchild. Rogue leaned up and placed a small kiss on her lover's cheek.
"We're all alone tonight." She whispered. Somehow, it didn't seem as wonderful as she thought when Marianne asked if she could take the baby for the night. "I miss my baby."
"Enjoy it, Ro'. While we can." He put a finger under her chin and placed a kiss on her lips.
"Mmmm.." She leaned into him more, her arms wrapping around his neck. He pulled away and trailed warm kisses down her jaw and neck. "Remy." She whispered. "If you don't stop, we're gonna have another kid." He laughed.
"This time, Ro', I'd be ready." She flushed and snuggled deeper into his chest.
"Chantel is still a dream come true, though, isn't she?" He smiled."Yeah, she is. I want a son, too." She froze and looked up at him. Then a smile caressed her full, pink lips.
"I guess there's no time like the present to start." He chuckled then seized her lips in another sweet kiss. "But we have our little girl to take care of. I can't be pregnant again so soon.. I mean-" He cut her off by leaning down and placing his forehead against hers.
"I can't wait to have another no-sleep spell." His sarcasm did not go unnoticed. "I understand your point.. but we can still fool around a little, right?"
"Only foreplay. No-"
"Chantel!" Rogue pulled her baby into her arms and kissed her tiny nose. "I'm takin' ya to the park today."
"And I'm off on my first day of work." Remy uttered, waving to his mother and his happy, adoring lover. "See you two later." He had gotten the call yesterday.
"Bye!" Rogue handed Chantel to Marianne then ran after him and threw her arms around him, pressing her face to his back. "I love ya, sugah."
"Love you, too." He patted her hands then separated himself from her.
"An' don't make yourself look like an idiot on the first day." He chuckled.
"An' you better not make me late on the first day."
"Shut up and get movin'." He ruffled her hair and winked. She watched as he left, saying a prayer in her mind like she always did ever since his accident.
"You comin' in?" Marianne asked sweetly as she opened the door. Rogue let out a sigh and turned around, smiling.
Chantel pulled on her mother's dress, her big, jade green eyes getting watery. She was now about four years old. Four years had passed by quickly and Rogue still looked the same except she let her hair grow out.
"Momma, what do I haveta do this for?" Despite everything, Rogue knew she had found what she had longed for. A home. She had one now. She focused all of her energy and love on her family, knowing the feelings of that troubled little girl, crying in the cellar with her ratty green blanket, which she still had, would go away some day. And she was proud to think that her child would never go through that.
""Cause mommy has to walk on the petals. It's just a tradition. But, my, you look pretty." Her daughter had her eyes but Remy's color hair. And one white fringe on the left side. She was wearing a white dress and had a little basket in her hand filled with rose petals.
"He's waitin' for us. We're gonna go to him soon, okay? Be patient. I don't want you to develop that trait from your father dearest. He's probably twitchin' and hasselin' the minister." She laughed at the thought, which was probably true.
"You look very pretty mommy. Are you gonna go somewhere?"
"Down the isle, sweetie. Then, daddy and I will be away for a week an' come back home. You'll be with Raven and Marianne." Over the course of the four years, Irene had passed away. It had been a sudden blow to them and it hurt Rogue a lot. But she had recovered.
"Gramma Marianne said that we were gonna go to the zoo." She pointed out.
"Yes, of course." She laughed.
The wedding had proceeded and the minister was very happy to see Remy leave the church. Most of the people, i.e. Raven and Marianne had burst into tears right in the middle.
"So, where are we goin'? A hotel?" Remy asked with a lecherous grin. Rogue shoved him and laughed.
"You an' your hotels!"
Thank you all for reading and I hope you liked it. This is, at last, the end. I have a very special thanks to give out along with two cookies. Thank you ALEX!
-Jess a.k.a. MysticBluAngel