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Chapter 3

“Darlin’?” he said with increasing alarm. “What’s wrong?”

She keened in agony and her head rolled from side to side on the bed. Her face contorted with excruciating pain.

Fear gripped Logan and he stared at her helplessly as she wailed her pain. “Hank? Jean?” He roared. “Somethin’ ain’t right!”

Hank who was still attending to Ororo between the stirrups, simply looked up when he heard Logan’s roar. “Nothing is wrong, my friend. Unless you have a distaste for twins.”

“Twins?” Logan parroted. He slowly turned to Ororo, who was busy pushing out her second bundle of joy.

To say the arrival of his daughter was a surprise was an understatement. Due to the overcrowding of her brother, who was six ounces heavier and two inches longer, her heartbeat hadn’t been detected and she had made her entrance into an unsuspecting world.

“A lovely little girl to round out your beautiful family,” Hank stated gleefully. He handed the raven haired beauty off to her dazed father. Ororo too was shocked at the reality that she had just brought twins into the world, but she couldn’t be happier. “I changed my earlier statement,” she said tiredly.

“What’s that darlin’?” Logan asked absently, stroking his daughter’s smooth cheek with his index finger. He handed the baby over to Ororo for a few minutes, before Jean whisked her away.

“We now have two mouths to feed, instead of one,” she stated laughing lightly.

Logan grinned with delight. He leaned down and tenderly pecked his wife on her full lips. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, darlin’.”

Once everything was put to right after the commotion of the deliveries and Ororo was thoroughly cleaned by Logan, as the beast in him refused to let Hank touch Ororo any more than was necessary, he gently walked her over to where their babies slept in their bassinets. They were covered in head to toe with the X-Men colors, a preference of Charles Xavier for all the babies born to his precious X-Men.

“You scared the hell out of me just before she was born,” Logan stated. He pressed Ororo close to him and shivered at the memory of standing there powerless as her face twisted with pain and hearing her agonizing wail.

“I am sorry. But truth be told, I was scared as well,” she replied gently, snuggling into him.

Logan pressed a kiss to her temple. “Why don’t ya go back and lie down and I’ll bring them over. Ya need to rest, ‘Ro.”

She groaned and massaged her now flat and soft stomach. “Yes, that will be fine.”

Gently, he steered her back towards her bed. He eased her down on the bed and helped her lift her legs, folding the blankets over her with great care. He leaned over her, grinning like a simpleton, before he sat on the edge of the bed and took her hands in his. “Thank you, darlin’.”

She caressed his knuckles, enjoying the feel of the springy hair on them. “I should be the one thanking you.”

He brushed his lips across her forehead. “I was prepared fer one kid, but two. Damn ‘Ro, we got our work cut out fer us.”

“I know.” She let her head rest on the pillow. Tears were seeping from her eyes as she said, “But our most important job right now is providing our little darlings with their names.”
Logan looked at her tears, but knew they were tears of happiness. “Yes. What ‘bout if ya name the boy and…”

“You name our daughter,” she finished for him.

He nodded and leaned over her and touched her lips with his. It was a brief, tender and precious kiss. He drew away and went over to gently wheel the bassinets over to her bed. He lovingly handed her their son, before he went and lifted their daughter, cradling her gingerly to his chest. He took a seat in the chair situated next to the head of the bed.

Ororo smiled, pondering the enormity of the moment before she whispered, “David Xavier Howlett.”

He nodded, his eyes suspiciously misty. “Rose N’Dare Howlett.”

“David and Rose. Beautiful names.”

“I couldn’t agree more, darlin’.” He grinned. “Welcome ta the world David and Rose.”

Ororo smiled back and he thought she had never looked more beautiful than she did at that very moment. He wanted, no needed, to kiss his wife. The glow of new motherhood she now exuded was too much to resist. “Let’s put them back and get some alone time before the others come fer a visit,” he suggested, winking at her.

She laughed lightly as he carefully replaced Rose in her bassinet before taking David from her and putting him back in his own cradle. He wheeled them back to their original positions, before he slowly walked over to her and aligned his lips with hers. Although the kiss conveyed all the tenderness he felt, it was powerful, his tongue sinking repeatedly into her mouth. His arms went around her and lifted her up to cradle her against his chest. She slipped her arms over his shoulders and held him tightly to her, submitting her mouth completely to the mastery of his.

They were interrupted by a discrete cough. “Excuse me,” Charles Xavier’s voice rang out from the entrance of the room. They pulled apart and smiled welcomingly at their mentor who had given them both so much. “I was told that there is one little Wolverine and one little Storm to meet,” Charles said cheerily.

Logan smirked. “Come see our damage, Chuck. Meet David Xavier and Rose N’Dare.”

With a broad smile, Charles wheeled over to where the bassinets stood side by side. As he laid eyes on his grandson and granddaughter, he couldn’t help but feel complete, knowing that once he left this world, his life’s work will undoubtedly continue with the addition of this new generation of X-Men. He turned to the couple he regarded as his son and daughter after checking the babies psychically to ensure all was well. “Logan. Ororo. Congratulations.” He then wheeled over to clasp Logan’s hand and bestow a kiss to Ororo’s brow.

“Thank you, Charles.”

“Yeah, thanks Chuck.”

Xavier nodded. “I can now tell you both that your destinies were always intertwined and the proof is right over there in the form of those beautiful babies.” With that, he turned his chair around and wheeled out to give the new family some privacy before the rest of their X-Men family descended on them.

Ororo looked at Logan intent on relaying her happiness, but the snares of emotion that gripped her rendered her speechless. Logan saw the immense emotion registered on her beautiful face and silently walked over to the bed. He motioned for her to scoot over and then slipped under the blankets to join her. He positioned their bodies so that they were spooning. He reached around her and laced the fingers of their hands that housed their wedding bands. This moment right now was more binding to them than any marriage certificate or vows.

Tears lined Ororo’s thick lashes. “I never thought that this was possible for me Logan. For a long time I thought that my desires for love and family would go unfulfilled. But that was until you came along. You resurrected those desires in me and as Charles said, the proof is now in the form of Rose and David. I love you, dear heart.”

Logan inhaled deeply, taking in the hypnotic scent of his wife and the sweet scents of his pups. Both the beast and the man had finally found peace and now had the pack that they had craved for years, all made possible by the stunningly beautiful, gentle, loving woman he held in his arms. Religion wasn’t one of his strong suits, but he couldn’t help but say a silent thank you to whatever deity was raining blessings on him. “’Ro, you are my heart and soul, my mate. I love you more than life itself and now ya’ve given me a pack of my own. Fer that there ain’t enough thanks in the world.”

As they lay in repose, they listened intently to the sounds of their children’s breathing in the stillness of the room. They savored the enormity of how their lives had finally come full circle, knowing that their lives and souls were permanently fused together with a heat so intense and strong it would burn forever.





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