“Marie, can you do me a favor and get Logan down here? There’s something I have to ask him about Monday’s field trip.” Ororo said as she made some tea and coffee for the others even though it was like 8 at night.

“Uhh… Yeah sure, just give me a second to…” Rogue replied to Storm’s request. She stood up from her place at the breakfast island and went off to find Logan.

When she had left, Ororo finished up brewing the coffee, but as she cleaned the coffee machine at the sink, she began to feel very dizzy. She quickly grabbed onto the counter for support. “My goddess! This must stop; I’m not ready to tell anyone yet.” Storm thought out loud. Just then she couldn’t hold on any longer, and collapsed.

Meanwhile

Marie found Logan at his usual place; in the danger room fighting for no particular reason. “Hey Logan!” She called out through the control room’s microphone.

Logan waved and turned just as a laser beam missed him. He finished off the last robot, and headed back to the control room where Rogue had been watching the whole display in admiration. “Hey kid, what do ya want?” Logan said gruffly.

“‘Ro needs to ask you somethin’ ‘bout Monday’s trip; she’s in the kitchen.” Rogue replied and waited for Logan to give her the ‘ok’ or an excuse as to why he wouldn’t be going up to see her.

“Jus give me five minutes to get all this sweat and blood off my clothes, I’ll be up soon.” Logan replied, as he walked to the showers.

Marie shrugged and headed up to the rec. room to meet up with Bobby and Jubilee, whom were waiting with her oh so patiently! “Where’ve you been? It was about time too! We were just about to leave… what took you so long anyway?” asked Jubilee from the couch when she saw Rogue enter the room.

“Storm needed meh to git Logan her. I jus need to git my purse and we’re outta her’.” Rogue replied as she walked into the kitchen, with Bobby and Jubilee following close behind.

When they entered, they were met with complete silence, surprised that their two teachers weren’t in there arguing about nonsense again. Rogue immediately grabbed her purse off the kitchen island and walked out of the room, while joking around with Bobby and Jubilee. None of them had noticed Ororo’s unconscious body on the floor.

Just like he had said, Logan entered the kitchen after five minutes, to be met with an empty room as well. ‘Where’s ‘Ro? She’s supposed to be here.’ He then walked over to the fridge to grab a beer, while he waited for her. Before grabbing the beer out, he looked to his right then left to check if anyone was coming, but when he turned left he saw something that startled him immensely. He saw Ororo’s limp form there, on the ground looking so helpless. But something that scared him even more was what if she was dead?

Logan let go of everything he had been holding and went to her side, avoiding the glass from the mug she had been holding when she fell. Instinct told him to first check it she had a pulse, and was greatly relieved when he had found one. Logan, afterward, tried to wake her. “Ro, Ro, baby, wake up. Wake up darlin’. ”

Shaking her gently, Logan got no response, not even a stir; his heart began to pound faster as if it was going to pop out of his chest. “Ro, sweetheart, please wake up!!” He pleaded this time worry and concern became evident in his voice and facial features.

Ororo finally began to shift slowly, and just as her eyes fluttered open, but shut close again and groaned in pain, and because of the intruding light. Squinting this time, she opened her eyes to see Logan knelt down beside her. She gave him a weak smile and asked, as she tried to get up “About how long was I out for?... this time,” muttering the last part to herself.

“I’m not sure, when I got in here about five minutes ago which was when I found ya. You okay? Maybe ya should have Jean check ya over to make sure you’re fine,” Logan answered back as he helped a weak and trembling Ororo up off floor.

“Don’t worry about me, Logan. I’m… I feel fine,” Ororo replied as he guided her to the table where the occasionally had breakfast.

“Ororo, you’re shaking, and look you’re bleeding from your arm. Clearly you’re not ‘fine’ just go see Jean or the Fur ball,” he argued, he was obviously worried about her health.

He stood up not letting her protest, and grabbed a first aid kit from one of the kitchen cabinets. Using a wash cloth he cleaned her cut, and then applied some Neosporin on it before wrapping it up with a bandage.

“Thank you Logan, for worrying about me too. I’ll be okay, but I do need a favor from you.” She said when he had finished and was now sitting beside her.

“Anything.”

“I need you to promise me that you won’t say anything to anyone about what happened tonight, Logan,” She now stood at the doorframe waiting for him to reply.

Logan took a few seconds to weigh his options, then answered “Fine ‘Ro, I promise I say anything about this to anyone.”

“Thank you so much Logan. I’m going to retreat to my room now, can you tell Kitty that I wasn’t feeling well and that tonight’s tutoring lesson was rescheduled for tomorrow?” She walked out without waiting for him to answer.

Logan just grunted in response and returned to the refrigerator to get the beer he’d been longing for.

The Next Day: Fourth Period: History

Logan stood outside of Ororo’s classroom, against the doorframe. He loved the way she taught, she would explain everything so well, and she’d always try and connect it to the students’ life. Inside the classroom, Ororo knew she being watched by Logan, and truly wasn’t bothered by it, she kind of liked it; just as long as Logan didn’t disrupt her class she was fine with it. Though she knew that he knew that if he did, she’d kick his butt.

Ororo stood in front of the class now, away from the board and asked to the class, just to make sure she had made herself clear at this point “Okay, so aside from Giovanni da Verrazano, who else was using the Northwest Passage?”

Several hands shot up and she scanned to see who hadn’t participated yet. “Syrin,” she called.

“Ummm… Jacques Cartier?” Syrin replied trying not to be too loud.

“That’s right!” Ororo encouraged just as another hand went up “Yes Anna?”

“What’s for homework?” she asked softly, as the rest of the class groaned.

Storm chuckled and put her hands up to silence them “There won’t be much to do tonight, I’ll promise you that much. Now for homework you have-” She stopped what she was saying and quickly grasped on to Kitty’s desk for support.

‘Damn it, she’s dizzy again? What the hell is wrong with ya darlin’?’ Logan thought, but stayed put in his spot, and decided only to go in when he thought she would collapse again.

“Miss Munroe, are you okay?” asked Ellie and Kitty just held her instructor’s wrists to keep her from tipping over.

As the wave of dizziness passed, Ororo was finally able to say, even though she felt a bit drained “Yes, I’m fine. Nothing to worry about,” then she mumbled under her breath to herself “Great, now I forgot what I was going to say!” Logan was able to hear this and decided to come inside the classroom, and sat in Ororo’s desk, but she hadn’t noticed yet.

“Oh, why don’t you guys just take the night off?” Ororo finally said in a defeated tone.

Yes’s and awesome(s) were heard as the student’s response. “Ok, you have about ten more minutes left, and we’ve covered everything for this week, and since it’s Friday, you can just relax for a while, speak amongst yourselves,” the words hadn’t left her mouth completely when the class quickly turned around or to either sides and began to talk with their friends.

Storm smiled and walked towards the back of the classroom. She still hadn’t notice Logan, whom was sitting at her desk watching intently her every move. When she got to the back she found herself at Genesis’s desk, Gen looked up and smiled at her. Ororo smiled back and motioned to her ‘You did a good job today.’

Gen responded with a few more hand movements ‘Thank you; I really liked this week’s lesson.’

‘I’m very glad you liked the lesson, how are your powers coming along?’ Storm signed knowing Gen was having some trouble with that.

‘They’re coming along… very slowly. Well I better head off to Mr. Evan’s class before I’m late. Bye,’ Gen gestured back, and began to walk out of the class, as the bell rang.

Ororo signaled a goodbye, and walked to the front as most of her students sped off to lunch. Leaning on one of her student’s desks in the front row, she asked Logan “Hello Logan, what are you doing here?” Sounding a bit more surprised than rude, which the rudeness part was not intended.

Logan replied not wanting to answer her question “I didn’t know ya knew sign language, with all the, ya know…”

“I’ve known for years now... My father… he taught me…” her voice trailed thinking back to the time when she’d beg to be taught sign language, back when she was like 6 years old. She then continued “What are you doing here Logan? I’m sure you’re not here to listen to me tell you how I learned sign language, so spill.”

“I… I uhh… I wanted ta see if ya were okay, feelin’ better than yesterday…” Logan stammered a bit and fumbled for words.

Ororo laughed, making it like music to his ears. Never in her wildest dreams did Storm ever think she’d see ‘THE GREAT WOLVERINE’ so nervous, and in the lost of words for that matter.

“Thank you for worrying about me Logan. I’m hanging in there.”

“What do ya mean ‘Yer hanging in there’? What’s goin’ on? What’s wrong?” Logan asked a bit worried.

“Logan, it’s too many things are going on right now for me to tell you all at once… maybe later, ok? Let’s go get lunch, I’m a bit hungry.” Ororo replied softly as she stood from the desk and walked towards the door, and waited for Logan while he too walked to the door, he stood right in front of her face to face, just inches away from each other.

Logan brought his hand up to her cheek and caressed it gently with the back of his hand, giving her chills that ran down her spine; he asked “what’s goin’ on darlin’?”

Ororo whispered “Nothing,” and put her hand over Logan’s. He then moved his head even closer to hers and she did the same though her insides screamed ‘NO!!!’ but her heart just kept beating ‘YES!!!’

Their lips brushed against each other. But quickly broke apart when they heard a tiny voice screamed, as it ran “Auntie Rowrow! Uncie Lowan! Auntie Rowrow!! Uncie Lowan!” It was little Sienna Skylar Summers.

She was Jean and Scott’s two-year old daughter. Ororo had been chosen to be the godmother, and much to Scott’s protest not to, Logan was chosen to be her godfather. Ororo smiled and looked down at Sie-Sie; while Logan mentally growled at how close he’d come to kissing her, and they get interrupted! What the hell was that?

Storm went to pick her up, like she always did when she saw her, but Logan stopped her. “‘Ro, ya haven’t eaten yet, and ya did get a bit lightheaded before, maybe ya shouldn’t pick her up this time, ya know to be on the safe side.”

“Logan, I’m… Whoa!” She argued, but stopped as she began feeling very lightheaded again.

Logan grabbed hold of her forearm to keep her from losing her balance. He saw as her piercing blue eyes looked much disoriented, and her skin tone much lighter! Sienna stood there looking a bit lost as well, but still understanding something was wrong. Without telling Logan she where she was going, she embarked in her mission to look for her mommy and daddy. ‘This looked like one of those emergencies mommy would ramble on and on about while cleaning my boo-boos.’ She thought.

Back where Logan and Ororo were. Her vision began to blur incredibly, her breathing became very heavy, and the task of speaking became just as hard. He picked up on this, not having a single clue what on earth was going on. “That’s it Ororo, I’m takin’ ya to the infirmary, whether ya wanna or not.”

She shook her head in pure protest, but Logan ignored it, he picked her up bridal style and began to speed walk to the medical wing of the mansion.

Chapter 3

Logan's speed walking soon became jogging and slowly escalated into running; he hadn't even noticed that he was still holding Ororo from how light she was; that is until she whispered “Hey Logan? Can you slow down a bit? You're making me very nauseous," she shut her eyes tightly as the wave passed.

"Oh, sorry babe, I'm tryin’ to get ya to Jean as fast as possible, darlin'," Logan replied not slowing down his speed at all.

"Logan, I am perfectly fine, I feel perfectly fine, and I will be fine, please just let me go to my room, and rest," she pleaded still trying to hide the truth from Logan.

"Sorry, I can't do that; yer well-being is my responsibility. Plus I care about ya too much, ta let ya have to go through somethin’ on your own, and me not knowin’ how ta help ya or get ya through whatever it is that you're going through... I mean, I really, really do lo--”

Logan was cut off by a low whimper of pain coming from Ororo. He looked down at her, she was clutching tightly on to the side of her a tad bit circular midsection. He sped up disregarding Ororo's protests. Logan jumped into the west wing elevator that would leave them directly at the door of the infirmary. Which is where they now stood, Ororo seemed to be quieter, because the pain had become worse, and she didn't want him to hear her.

Logan walked through the automatic doors and entered to see Jean sitting on a doctor chair doing an experiment. Without looking up she greeted "Hello Logan, what can I help you with?"

"Uhh, hey Jeanie, it's actually how you can help us..." Logan replied as he set Ororo down on one of the beds, Jean turned around and looked from Logan to Storm, who had a tear stained face.

"What's going on? What happened? Ro, did you get hurt?" Jean asked, and Ro shook her head no but Jean knew what she meant by that, it meant that she could no longer hide the secret from Logan, and he also had the right to know that...

Logan then spoke up "I found her passed out last night in the kitchen, then during class today, she got woozy and if it weren't for Kitty, she would've completely lost her balance, and then again jus now, she was having trouble breathing, speakin’ and her vision blurred completely, so can you please check her over jus to make sure she's alright, no matter how much she's about to argue wit ya,"

Jean smiled at him, knowing his real thoughts and feelings that he wasn't showing. He was so nervous, worried, concerned and panicked that he might lose her, but little did he know that this trip to see Jean would change his life forever.

"Sure Logan, no problem, let me just take some blood and I'll test it, then let you know what's going on, ok?" Jean suggested while looking at Ororo with knowing eyes.

Logan nodded and Jean proceeded to grab a clean needle, a tube, and a small alcohol pad. She clean Ororo's arm and watched as Logan intertwine his fingers with hers as Jean put the needle in, Logan gave her hand a light squeeze.

Chapter 4

Logan decided to stay with Ororo after bringing her to see Jean, after much to his insistence. After he had laid her down on the bed, and Jean had taken the blood she needed; Ororo ended up falling asleep, seeing as she was very exhausted and felt as if a bulldozer had just ran her over. Jean spoke to Logan in a low toned voice, so that she wouldn’t wake Ro. “Logan, I’m going to have to kick you out.”

“Why?” Logan asked his voice filled with bewilderment.

“For privacy reasons, which I don’t want you to break. Plus I need to concentrate, something I wouldn’t be able to do with you here; you wouldn’t want me to give you inaccurate results, now would you Logan?”

Logan grunted “But, I can’t just leave her here !”

“She’s in good hands Logan, really! Just go, I’m more than positive she’ll tell you what is going on later.”

“Fine,” he growled and he walked out of the infirmary and headed over to danger room to blow off some steam he’d been building up, as well as anxiously await the results of the exams.

He walked out, as Jean slowly put a band-aid on Ororo's arm, and progressed along to test the blood to see what the matter was with her sleeping patient, though she already had a pretty good idea as to what it was, but Jean wanted to be sure.

After a couple more minutes, the printer to Jean's right began printing out Ororo's test results, its whirring sound causing the ivory haired woman in question to finally stir awake. The redhead smiled softly to herself, wordlessly watching the exhausted confusion that had begun to settle upon Ororo's otherwise flawless face as she curiously gazed upon the white colored ceiling. No doubt, in Jean's mind, would the bewilderment the weather goddess felt right then manifest further, the moment she heard her test results.

“Welcome back, sleepy head,” said Jean with a broader smile collection upon her fair facade, watching a tired Ororo slowly sit up for a moment before moving over to remove the printed out paper from the machine.

Ororo sat up a bit disoriented, and asked “Where am I?”

But, just as Jean was about to respond to her, she shook her head and sighed, realizing she had fainted from the fatigue “Forget it, I remember now.”

Jean nodded and began to read off the results off a paper the printer had given her. “The results are back… you are negative for any kind of heart disease, and I also went ahead and tested you for Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia, just to be on the safe side. That too, however, was thankfully negative. But you do have a high quantitative human chorionic gonadotropin hormone level.”

Ororo gave Jean a puzzled look, Jean knew that she wouldn't understand the medical terms, so she continued "BHCG is a hormone we women produce during pregnancy..."

Storm was shocked, the idea of her being pregnant after that night with Logan had crossed her mind, but she had quickly dismissed it so that it didn't happen, so much for that plan. The color on her face became a bit too light for Jean's liking.

Through Ororo's eyes the room began to spin quickly, she no longer saw one Jean, she saw three, and feeling very lightheaded and breathless; and she suddenly could hear the thumping of her heart as if it were right in her ear.

"Just take slow, deep breaths, and look around you, everything's ok... “Jean instructed as she saw Ororo on the verge of entering an anxiety attack.

She came out of it with the help of Jean, only to crumble into tears. Tears of desperation, fear, and anguish. Jean went over to her from the counter she'd been leaning and wrapped her arms around her "sister" tightly. Jean was the only person she would ever let see broken down like this, she'd wear a mask for everyone else.

Frantically, Ororo said to Jean, through the sobs "Jean what am I going to do? I don't know anything about being a good parent or how to care for the baby if he or she is sick, or what if I spoil the child too much or it won't obey the rules we have set here at the mansion?"

Jean shushed her and said "Look, you already are a parent, and a good one at that. The children here in the mansion see you as a mother, and they respect your authority, they also look up to you. And you are the best godmother I could ever ask for, for Sienna. Ororo, you already are a mother! Stop worrying about it, ok? And if anything, you know you've got me, and the x-men and everyone else at the mansion."

The weather witch shook her head "I don't know Jean, I just, I need time, I might even consider terminating this pregnancy..."

She stood up and walked to the door, stopping when she heard the sound of Jean's voice after she'd gotten over the shock of the words that'd come out of Ororo's mouth. Never had she thought Storm would come to that alternative, even if it weren't definite yet. "You won't have much time left to think, you're exactly 11 weeks along and your pregnancy can't be terminated after the third month."

She nodded and walked out of the infirmary, only to bump in to Logan who was now standing only 5 inches away from her face, invading her personal space accidentally. After spending 45 minutes fighting, he thought that was enough time to give them to discuss the results, but now it was his turn to find out what was wrong with his 'Ro.

Logan tried to look her in the eye but, she diverted her gaze each time to a random spot on the white floor or white walls. “Is everythin’ alright now? What happened? What did Jean say?”

“Yes Logan, everything is fine. It’s just some stress I’ve been under lately. You know, the usual,” she answered looking away going.

Logan took a step back, “Oh, I see, well ya do work a lot and probably don’t get any sleep darlin'…”

Just then Jean exited the infirmary and laid a hand on Ororo’s shoulder, “Yes, she has been working too hard, I’ve suggested she takes it easy the next few days, and prescribed some sleep aids.”

“I am actually going to head up to my room now, so I’ll see you later,” Ororo said turning around and walking towards the elevator.

She stopped when she heard Logan speak, “I’ll take ya to your room, if ya’d like,” as he walked next to her.

“No, it’s ok.”

Jean walked over to them, she entwined her arm with Ororo, asked her the same question Logan had just did and she nodded, and Jean led her into the elevator; leaving a very befuddled Logan standing in the middle of the hall on his own.

He began to think, 'if it were only stress, then why was the smell of saline tears still in the air?'