Disclaimer: The characters are not mine except the extras. They belong to Marvel, I am just borrowing them for a time.
Title: Yesterdays Secrets
Rating: Who knows!
Authors Notes: This fic has been long in the writing but it is my favorite. I hope you all enjoy it cause it a long one.



“SSSH little one. Everything is going to be alright.” Ororo Munroe murmured to the tiny little baby in her arms. Born premature twenty-four hours before, the baby was finally drinking her formula. They could all breathe a sign of relief. She wasn’t out of danger yet but it was a start. Ororo gazed longing at the trusting face nestled in her arms. Maybe she could…..
“Don’t even think about it, Dr. Munroe! There’s no way you can keep that baby!” Ororo turned to the approaching figure of her slightly overbearing nurse.
“We can’t just hand her over to those people! How do we know they will be able to care for her?”
“They’re her family. And it’s what the child’s mother wanted. We have to respect that.”
“I know. It’s just…”
Softening her voice the nurse placed a chubby hand on her arm. “There was nothing you could do for Zondi. You saved her baby. She was grateful for that. You can’t save them all, Ororo.” She reached for the now sleeping baby in her arms. Back to her clipped tones, she gazed up at Ororo. “You need to get some rest, doctor. You’ve been here for over twenty-four hours! You can’t help anyone by making yourself sick.”
Ororo smiled affectionately at the older woman. “Yes mother! But only if you call me if there’s any change.”
“You have my word. Dr Thompson and I can manage just fine for a couple of hours.”
“ Ok, ok I’m going.” Ororo left shaking her head. Carol Adams was truly a god sent. The motherly brunette ran the clinic with an iron fist. To think she had been intimidated by her! Now she depended on her, as a great nurse and friend. Especially since they were the only two English-speaking women for miles.
Carol watched the young doctor leave and wondered again why such a beautiful woman would want to hide away here in Africa. She had no doubt that’s what Ororo was doing. She sensed it. Over the two years they’d known each other Carol had tried to get the young woman to confide in her but Ororo kept her secrets well. The striking black woman was to good at evading her questions. Not that it was any of her business but she worried about her. Then there were also the twins to consider. Those children needed a father. If theirs was some dead beet father then he didn’t deserve Ororo or those adorable kids! So why was it Ororo was still pining for him? Carol signed. The mystery of Dr. Munroe would have to wait. The squirming child in her arms needed her attention.
Ororo felt like sleeping for at least a month! She was practically dragging herself down the dirt road to her hut. She almost walked into a loom standing near a hut she was so tired. Oblivious to all the activities around her all she could think about was her bed. The preparations were already underway by the village women for the evening’s meal. Fire under iron pots, children being urged to bring in animals, women cleaning washing their huts. Most of the men left the village at dawn to hunt for food, while others herded longhorn cattle. The women were left behind to farm the crops high on nearby hills, take care of the children, make any repairs to the home and have the food prepared!
The village was built at the base of several rolling hills covered by lush tropical vegetation. In the center stood a large hut where the chief and his family lived. The solid structure made from dried mud and reed stood strong and unmovable. The bottom part was a circular mud wall was covered inn plaster, when dried turned as hard as bricks. Covering the top was a large hand sewn canopy made of dries reed. There was only one opening in the large structure, a doorway in the front. The center hut was also used for council meetings, celebrations by the elders. Smaller versions of the large hut were scattered all around the perimeter of the hills. Except for several tall trees and surrounding hills there wasn’t much growth. The soil was instead used for building and crafting.
Ororo greeted them as she passed by. They returned her greeting by calling her the Swahili name they had given her, Nandi. She had learned it belonged to an African queen from the Zululand in the lower South. The queen was banished from her tribe when she gave birth to a watoto boy. The Zulu king other wives were jealous because they couldn’t have sons. They pressured the king to banish her and her son. The proud queen raised her son in exile and made sure he received the kind of training and guidance a future king was supposed to have. Queen Nandi was later rewarded for her endurance when her son became the greatest Zulu king that ever ruled! The name meant a woman of high esteem. When Ororo heard them calling her by that she was always filled with so much pride that they had that much faith in her.
It never ceased to amaze Ororo of the beauty, strength and dignity of the women. The younger one were bare chested, while the older or married women wore bodingi’s. The one-piece dresses were made in bold colors and patterns that caught the eye. Most, except for a few wore handcrafted necklaces in different lengths to cover their breasts as well as to attract available males. Many wore several bangles adorning both arms and ankles. Women, men and children wore intricately crafted bands on the head. The young women wore multi-colored print skirts that reached above the knee. From birth until womanhood it was the custom for them to wear their heads bald. Once they reached womanhood they were aloud to grow their hairs. Most kept Afro’s. The rest wore their hairs in beautiful braided creations. When the girls reached sixteen a ritualistic ngoma; dance was performed. The women were to dance around a campfire in front of the men. This enabled the men to choose a wife to wed. Because there were more women then men it was also the custom that a man could take as many wives as he choose.
When Ororo finally made it to her hut, Yaa was filling a tub of warm water for her. It was exactly what she needed.
“Bless you Yaa.” She murmured behind a yawn. Yaa was a sixteen-year-old girl from the Amboni tribe. Reneged soldiers had burned down the village. Her family had perished in the fire. Ororo had treated her when she was brought in with a gunshot wound to the chest. Yaa was left for dead after she had been raped, beaten and then shot. Only three people had survived the attack on the small village. Since her physical recovery a year ago the girl has attached herself to Ororo and the twins. Plagued with nightmares, Yaa refused to talk about what happened to her. Instead she devoted herself to taking care of Ororo and her children. Yaa helped her learn her language and in turn Ororo taught her English.
Quickly disrobing, Ororo eased into the tube. This was heaven! “ This is wonderful Yaa. Asante Sana.” She said as she sanked lower into the relaxing water.
“I finish chakula, Nandi.” Yaa said before she raised the zebra skinned flap at the door. Ororo’s stomach rumbled at the mention of the delicious food she was preparing outside.
Ororo signed heavily as the tension slowly left her limbs. She glanced around the hut they all shared together. They didn’t have much in it except for a trunk with her and the twin’s clothing, three bed rolled cots stacked in a corner, hanging mosquito nets dangling from the ceiling and a small dressing table given to her by her mother. A long time ago. Ten years since she’d seen her mother. Ten years since she had even spoken with her. She could almost hear big mama’s cutting remarks the day she had packed her things and never looked back. The day that had started out as the happiest day of her life. The day she brought home a white man to big mama’s dinner table.
“Is you out of your damn mind, girl!” shouted big mama angrily. At three hundred pounds Big Mama was an impressive sight but now outraged beyond belief she seemed to tower over the table. “Your life ain’t hard enough that you got to mess it up with a white man!”
Ororo stared down at her plate. She could feel the sharp daggers coming from her mother eyes. She couldn’t do this! She had never seen Big Mama this angry before! What was she thinking! That’s when she felt a slight squeeze of her hand under the dinner table. She turned worried eyes to Logan Hunter. She stared deep into the blue depths of his eyes and remembered why they were here. Why she was sitting there listening to her mother rip her to shred without a word. She loved this man. The man that for the past three years she had kept secret from her family. This man she had agreed to live with until she had finished her residency.
Her man!
Finding strength from his love, she turned angry, disappointed eyes on her mother. “How would you know Mama! From the moment we walked in here you haven’t stopped! Damn you haven’t even looked at Logan to see the kind of man he is! All you see is color! I love this man, Mama! He’s my future. Why can’t you for once stand behind me?”
“Don’t you dare sass me girl! I knew sending you to that fancy college would change you but not like this! You think you to good for your own kind now that you gonna be a doctor! I got news for you little girl do you really think white boy here would have anything to do with you if you weren’t gonna be a doctor!”
“His names Logan!”
“Mrs. Munroe” interrupted Logan. His eye bore a warning to the older woman but his voice remained calm. “ I promised Ororo I would stay out of this and let her handle it. But I can’t do that any more. Lets get one thing straight. I love your daughter. I want to marry her and if I had my way we would be. I’m sorry this is a bit of a shock to you but I’m not going any where.” Ororo stared at Logan until she felt the tears slide down her face. She smiled at him and he smiled back.
“You hear that Mama. He loves me!”
“How long will he loves you when people start looking down on you? When your own kind start to calls ya a sellout! Or when your yellow babies come home crying cause society says they don’t fit nowhere! Look it you, all high and mighty with your styled white hair and blue eyes. Do you think they gonna except you cause of that? Baby I got news for you! They didn’t accept it from me and you got them from me! So wake up baby girl before its too late!”
A deep growl like a wild beast escaped Logan’s lips. He clinched his hands into fists and stood up to face Oror’s mother. Enough was enough!

“Nandi jeep! Remy Lébeau comes!” Yaa shoke her awake. Ororo sat up with a start, splashing water everywhere. She’d fallen asleep in the tub! “Yaa what is it?” She asked as she stepped out of the now cold water. Grabbing a towel to dry off, she turned to the excited girl.
“Remy Lébeau comes.” She repeated. Ororo signed. Just like Remy to show up when she could barely keep her eyes open. She sent Yaa out to see if he brought any supplies with him. Before Ororo could put on a pair of khaki pants and white tee shirt Yaa was back to report that he had and that Remy also had company with him. Two bazungus. White men?
Who could they be? No doubt probably more corporate big wigs coming to check out their investments! Damn. She didn’t need this right now. On a couple of hours sleep those stuff shirts were hard to take. But without any sleep? She wasn’t responsible for what was going to happen! Quickly she ran a comb through her white hair and put it in a ponytail. She turned a longing stare at her cot and signed heavily. Better get this over with.
The first thing she saw when she raised the flap was the back of a deep red headed woman. Attired in an unsuitable white two-piece suit with a to-short skirt, matching high-heeled pumps adorning her feet, she was being aided from one of three jeeps. Even where she stood Ororo could tell her attire was expensive. Painted on but expensive.
Great! Couldn’t these big wigs go without there mistresses for one day! They didn’t have time for this. If only Hank were here he would gladly handle this. She listened half amused as the woman very loudly voiced complaints of being forced to ride in a jeep without air conditioning. Who is she complaining to? Ororo moved her gaze to the woman’s companion. The bazungu was turned away from her and the woman’s ongoing tirade. Instead Ororo could hear his deep authorative voice giving instructions to a couple of eager youths unloading crates from the jeeps. Something about that voice seemed familiar but she couldn’t think why. It didn’t help that she was staring at his broad shouldered back. Well above average height, he towered over the others. His blue black hair partly hidden under a baseball cap, brushed the collar of his shirt. The denim shirt and jeans he wore outlined a muscular body of above average height. Of their own violation her eyes wondered down to his backside.
She smiled.
Not bad for a stuff shirt.
There was something about this guy that was making the small hairs at the back of her neck stand up. What was it? Before she could continue her scrutiny of the stranger, she was suddenly lifted off the ground and swung around in a bear hug. Remy! She had been so into the stranger she had not seen him approach.
“Remy put me down, you big oaf! What are you doing here? We weren’t expecting you until next month!” she laughingly asked when he finally set her down again.
“Yes, but I decided to check up on my favorite Doc. Is that a crime?”
“Not if you brought supplies with you”
“Oh you only like seeing me for what I bring. To think I thought it was because of my wonderful personality!” he teased.
“Whatever gave you that idea?” she grinned.
“Well I guess I can take me and my packet of letters back to the states then.” He pulled out a small stack of envelopes from his shirt pocket and waved them away from her. She made a grab for them and missed.
“Remy! Give me those letters or I’ll tell your wife about the monkey incident!” Ororo smirked. It wasn’t everyday a big, six foot Cajun, ex-jock had a monkey fall in love with him to the point of following his every move. There was a lot to be said about all that charm Remy alluded!
“You wouldn’t!” he stared at her in shocked amusement. “Yes you would. Here blackmailer.”
“Why thank you” she glanced quickly through the pile. “You mind telling me what you doing here so close to your wife’s due date?”
Remy groaned. “Don’t you start too. Rogue is quite capable of having this child without me. But for your information she encouraged me to take this trip.”
“Oh I get it! You were driving her crazy so she kicked you out the door!” Remy grimaced. His unusual pale eyes looked wounded
“You wound me Chére. That’s not what happened. I happen to be here for the day to show my new partner the lay out.”
“Partner? Since when?”
“Since we’re expanding my dear doc. And before you bombard me with questions, I have one for you, Why is it I’ve been here for a whole twenty minutes and I have not been attacked by my two favorite munchkins?”
“That’s because my wonderful children are not here. They cajoled Hank into taking them to Kenya. You’ll see them later tonight.”
“Poor man. I almost feel sorry for him. But as much as I would love to see them I won’t be staying. I’m just here to drop off supplies and return to my lovely wife.”
“How much time?”
“Less then three hours.” He glanced over her shoulder. “Right on time. Here comes our new team player.” Full of curiosity, Ororo turned around. Her gaze fell on the approaching couple. Dear god no! All the blood drained from her face. It couldn’t be! Please, please god let her be dreaming! The man walking toward them with confident, long strides was her ex-fiancé, Logan Howlett!
“Hello Ororo.” Intoned his deep voice. Ororo suddenly felt light headed. Her world swam before her just as darkness enveloped her into unconsciousness.

Disclaimer: The some of the main characters are not mine. They belong to Marvel, I am just borrowing them for a time.
Title: Yesterdays Secrets Part2
Rating: Who knows!
Authors Notes: This fic has been long in the writing but it is my favorite. I hope you all enjoy it cause it a long one.


“Ororo honey, wake up!” Someone in the distance was shaking her. Remy. What happened and why was she laying on the ground? Then it all came rushing back to her. She’d fainted cause of him! She looked up but it wasn’t Remy’s handsome, dark features she saw. She was staring into the startling blue pools of Logan’s eyes. For a fleeting second she felt transported back at a time when staring into those eyes was all she wanted. When it was all that mattered. Even now she thought she saw concern written in them but at a blink it was gone, replaced by contempt.
“Are you alright, chere?” asked Remy
“I’m fine.” For the first time she realized she was cradled in Logan’s arms. The slight physical contact between them was sending electrical charges through her body. Quickly she pulled away from him as if burnt by fire. In her haste she managed to knock them both down with her ending up sprawled across his chest. This was getting better and better by the minute she thought sarcastically. A crowd of villagers formed around them. Some of the younger kids were laughing and pointing at them. Ororo felt color rush to her already heated face. At least no one could see how mortified she was. Until she happened to look down into those blue pools. Damn!
She made another attempt to get up but only seemed to make things worst. A loud grunt from Logan as she elbowed him in the ribs was enough to convince her to remain still.
“Here let me help you.” Laughed Remy as he leaned over to grab her outstretched hand.
“Gee thanks allot Rem. How considerate of you!” she responded once she was standing again. Remy turned away from the glare in her eyes to help Logan but Ororo could see his shoulders shaking suspiciously. Yaa rushed over to her, concerned she was hurt. Ororo reassured her that she was fine. The young girl looked doubtful but she bent down anyway to retrieve her scattered letters on the ground.
“You sure you alright, baby girl or should I get Yaa to go get doc Steve? I got to tell you, you don’t look so hot.”
“Goodness Remy all this concern is libel to go to my head. Now stop it! I’m fine.” She used the pretext of brushing dust from her clothes to ignore piercing blue eyes and the lingering reaction to his touch.
“ As amusing as it’s been watching my fiancé rolling in the dirt, darling do you think we could get to our hotel now?” drawled a frosty voice.
Ms expensive clothes. Ororo had completely forgotten her. Her eyes collided with frosty greens. Oh God! Jean Grey. The bitch that had caused the breakup of her engagement to Logan. Standing several steps away from her! Can this day get any better!
“Remy tell me they are leaving with you?” Ororo whispered urgently.
“Ok what’s going on? You’ve been acting very strangely since I got here.”
“It’s nothing. I’m just tired.” Remy noticed the panicked glaze never left her eyes.
“Ororo we have known each other a long time. I hope you know you can tell me anything.”
“I know. But this is something I have to handle myself.” She patted his arm and forced a smile that did not reach her eyes to her lips.
“Remy we don’t have time to waste. Unless you’re staying.”
“No. I’m on the last flight out of here. Logan Howlett meet Ororo Mounroe, doctor extraordinaire, best friend, and ravishing beauty. All wrapped into one stunning little package!.” Remy grinned charmingly at her. She glared. Her throat convulsed dryly when she saw the full rage of his eyes turned on her accusingly.
“Ororo and I are old friends.” He drawled deceptively. Remy turned surprised eyes on her.
“Ro, you did not say anything.”
“Our acquaintance was a brief one, Rem. So insignificant it did not rate mentioning.” She flippantly said. Her eyes remained lock with Logans.
His eyes narrowed imperceptive to all else but Ororo. She knew him to well and remembered more then she wanted to about him.
“Yes. A mistake that was thankfully ended and forgotten without a second thought.” They glared at each other. Bitterness, pained anger shrouded them in a private cocoon that lasted until it was penetrated by a syrupy voice demanding attention.
“Darling…. we really must hurry if we’re to arrive at the hotel in time.” Jean Gray purred, possessively latching on to Logan’s arm.
“We’re staying here.” His voice bridged no argument, while his eyes still tore into Ororo.
“No! There is no room. You must leave.” She cried, panic causing her voice to rise.
A smirk spread across Logan’s lips. “ Not on your life. Didn’t Remy tell you, doc. I own half this village.”
A long moment of silence passed as his words sank into her befogged brain. Shock then fear crossed her exotic features. Logan watched with fringed disinterest at the war of emotions she was trying so hard to hide. Fear? What in the hell was she hiding?
“Logan’s right, Chere. I’ve already arranged to have the room near the clinic ready for them.”
“But that’s Hank’s room.” She pleaded.
“He knows. He’s the one that offered.”
“Logan, I will not stay here! Look at me, am a mess. I want to go to a expensive hotel with room service, a bath and a bed! Not some hole in the wall!” yelled Jean, drawing more attention to them from the gaulking villagers.
“Fine, leave with Lebeau.”
“But..but….”
His eyes turned into twin glacial peaks. “No buts Jeannie. I warned you this wouldn’t be some debutante social event. I’m here on business.” He turned his eyes on Ororo again. “Unfinished business and I’m not leaving here until its all cleared up.” He threatened.
Ororo swayed unsteadily and reached out to Remy for support, but before she could grasp his arm, Logan scooped her up into his arms as if she weighted nothing.
Her face flooded with heat. “Put me down!”
“I’d like nothing more then to do just that, but until you can stand without fallen on your face, you’re staying put.” He said coolly.
Unless she wanted to make a complete fool of herself, Ororo realized she had no choice but to remain pressed against his hard body swimming in the sheer masculine scent clouding her nostrils. His cologne was faint but it was his natural scent that made her squirm uncomfortably. How can one-man cause so man different reactions from her. Even after all these years. She was trying so hard not to lean into him more, to bury her nose at the column of his neck and let the smell of him invade all her senses.
“Where?” he suddenly growled. She petulantly folded her arms and glared ahead.
“Over there. The hunt with the red flap.” Ororo glared daggers at Remy, but ignored Logan. The Cajun raised his dark brows in worry and confusion. His eyes demanding answers that she refused to give. Logan headed in the direction Remy pointed to. His long strides easily carrying his burden.
“Logan!” screeched an outraged redhead left stamping more dusts of clod with her white and expensive shoes. Ororo glanced over to see Remy guiding the glaring woman towards the clinic. She almost felt sorry for her. Almost.
“Put your arms around my neck.”
“What?”
“Do it or I’ll drop your pretty little ass right here.” He barked. Intent written across his face. She hurriedly wand her arms around his neck brushing the dark hair at the collar of his shirt. She tried in vain to appear unaffected by his nearness but could already feel the quickening of her heart beating wildly like a caged animal. She knew without a doubt he could hear it too.
“Just remember, I was not the one who asked for your help.” She grumbled. Close to his ear. Too close.
Logan kept his gaze straight ahead. She didn’t need to know the kind of power she still had on him. But damn, he should have never touched her. She felt to right against him. Smelled to good. How in the hell could she get sandalwood way out here? The Cajun. His brows furrow in anger…..jealousy? No. He didn’t care if Ororo was having an affair with a married man. But his wife was another matter. Did she know? They sure weren’t hiding it with displays like the one he’d witness earlier. Maybe he should warn Remy. Why should he throw away his marriage on a fickle woman who didn’t know the first thing about love and commitment? Fuck!
Unaware of the thoughts racing through his mind, Ororo’s lips tingled with the need to lay her full lips against the pulse at the base of Logan’s neck. All she had to do was flick her tongue along its smooth lines and …………God! What was she thinking! This man had taken all her hopes and dreams and stomped on them as if they, she was nothing. Leaving behind her shrivled and battered heart in the process. No, never again! She had come half way across the world to escape his lies and for five years she had succeeded. Her future depended on her not letting him get under her skin again. She wrapped a strong coat of resolve around her and stiffen in her arms.
“Stop wiggling!” he growled, sensing her withdrawl.
“Then put me down! I can walk on my own.”
“When am ready.” He ground out.
“Yes your high and mightiness!” Logan turned his head and stared into her eyes.
“If only you were so compliant when we were together.” Sarcasm laced every word.
“You would have liked that! Little woman at home, blindly eating up the crumbs you threw her way while……..” he waited for her to finish, when she didn’t continue he prompted her.
“While what?”
“Nothing. It no longer matters.”
“I meant what I said before, I’m here for answers and im not leaving til I get them.”
“You are in for a long wait.”
“Good thing I’m a patient man.” He looked away from her and brushed aside her door and entered the darken interior. It took a moment for their eyes to adjust, long enough for their breaths to mingle and pulses to race.
“Nandi? Are you hurt?” Yaa stood next to them. Concern on her abashed face. Logan raised an eyebrow at the name but said nothing.
“No, Yaa. I’m fine. Just felt a bit unsteady and Mr. Howlett decided to carrying me.” Bitterness laced her words.
Logan pretended not to notice; instead he let his eyes run over the scarce space, missing nothing. She watched him and knew what he thought of her home. The deepened ridges across his brows spoke volumes.
“Will you please put me down now?”
“Please excuse us, Yaa.” He ordered at the same time she spoke.
“No!” she cried furiously. How dare he order her servant out of her home as if he owned the place! She fumed. If he thought he could suddenly appear and command her life, he was in for a few surprises! Yaa hesitated at the entrance. “Nandi?”
“Is just tired. I’ll call you when I’m done.” He cajoled with a voice filled with authority. Yaa glanced uncertain at her and at Logan then quickly disappeared.
“What, do you want!” she shouted, not caring who heard. She jerked down, surprising him into letting her legs go. Ororo quickly stepped away from him and faced him like a vengeful shrew demanding her pound of flesh. He felt arousal race through him. She looked beautiful. Eyes flashing, lips pursed with agitation, and breasts heaving rapidly.
“You know what I want.” He drawled, hating the ach of desire flaring in his chest, he loathed himself for it. Being so close, seeing her after all these years of wondering, not knowing, hunted by her touch, laugh, smile had almost drove him insane. Now finally she was within his grasp. He could reach out and touch her. The need grew, his heart beat faster. He had to force himself to remember that he hated her. Despised her for taking his heart and held it captive for all those years. She destroyed his innocence, his trust and his faith.
“No, I do not! Nor do I care to know. I just want you gone.” His eyes penetrated her defenses until all that was left was stark with fear.
“Sorry to disappoint you, but I’m here to stay.” He turned from her and circled around the suddenly small space. “This is where you’ve been.” He signed in the silence. “In this little hole.”
She flinched, tilted her head up and stared daggers at him. “You always placed monetary value on everything, missing the true joy of things. Even me.”
The sudden raged unleashed on his face wiped any thought from her mind. Ororo stepped back. He reached out and pulled her to him with a force that slammed her into the solid wall of his chest.
“No darling, my mistake was putting any value on you or anything you had to say.” Growled. Her eyes widened in anger covered up by a stab of pain.
“You should think your mother then, she never thought I was good enough for you.”
“Believe me, I have.”
Tears pricked at the back of her eyes. “Let me go!”
“Not this time.” He swooped down and grounded his lips against hers.
Punishment.
That’s what he kept telling himself he was doing but the feel of her soft defiant lips against his was more then he could take. He tightened his arms around her and groaned softly. In response Ororo gave in to the inevitable and swiped her arms around his neck to bury her fingers into the dark nest of hair at the back. The kiss deepened.
His tongue sweeps inside her mouth in leisure strokes as if he had all the time in the world. She groaned and whimpered with passion. He let go of one hand and moved the finger against a full breast and cupped the softness into a gentle squeeze. Flame scorched across Ororo’s cotton shirt right into her nipple causing her knees to almost buckle. Moans, loud and heated escaped forcefully between their sealed lips. Both uncaring of who it was coming from as long as it continued. The thought that her breasts were fuller then he remembers fleeted though Logan’s mind but he pushed it aside. Of course there was obvious physical changes, with both of them. He had a bigger build, ruthless personality, and she was rounder, fuller in her hips and breasts. A sense of found maturity and strength glowed from her brown orbs. It only made her more desirable.
He pushed the thick spear of his manhood to rub at the apex of her thighs and nearly exploded like a school kid instead of the experienced womanizer he had become. No other woman had ever made him feel this out of control. This primal urge to take her over and over again until he was completely full of her. Problem with that was he could never seem to get enough of her. No matter how many times they’d made love or how often, he always thirsted for more.
“Mommy?” Why is that bazungu doing to you?”
Ororo jerked her head back in shock. Light from the open flap spilled into the room and blinded her as she fought to escape the web of desire and regain some amount of her senses. Her brain was screaming that it was urgent that she do so.
“Mommy?” her eyes widen and she quickly stepped away from Logan but not before she gleamed the confused look in his eyes as his head faced the two little witness of their untimely passions. She tried shielding her children from his continued scrutiny and prayed for more time but deep down she knew it was already to late. There was nothing she could do to stop the storm that was about to be unleashed. She could already feel the devastating war of emotions jabbing furiously from behind her and dared not even risk a glance or he would exploded. Her children. She had to protect them no matter what.
Kneeing down to face their confused and frightened faces, Ororo felt a rush of love for them. They were hers and she would protected them!
“You are back early.” She whisphered soothingly and hugged both. Her son remained stiff in her arms, eye glaring over her shoulder. His stance was alert and weary waiting for the stranger to try to harm them. Pride rushed to her chest, her little warrior.
“Listen.” She pleaded. “I have to talk to this man. I want you two to go outside and wait for me. When I’m done I’ll come find you.”
“Okay Mommy.” Her daughter Marie whispered. Even as she sensed something was wrong. Her son, James refused to leave her alone with him.
“Mother I will not leave you alone with that bazungu!” he insisted stubbornly, not liking the way the big man was looking at them.
“James, you must do as I say.” She stiffened at the audible gasp from behind them but refused to turn around. Her son stood there for several long mutinous minutes before finally grabbing his twin’s hand and going outside. Ororo stood but refused to turn.
“They’re mine.”
The words were softly spoken as if he was saying the words to himself. A statement of fact not a question. Sorrow, disbelief, pride and anger carried to her ears. She shivered. There was no denying the truth. James and Marie’s features, posture so like their fathers openly told their parentage. They were his children too.
She cried out as Logan’s fingers bit into her arm and twirled her around to face him.
“Why Ororo, why didn’t you tell me?” his voice was hoarse and grim with barely controlled rage.
“Why! How dare you ask me that!” she threw at him. Contempt hurling the words at him. “I would die before I let you hurt them, like you hurt me!”
“You bitch!” he growled out. “ I gave you everything and you took it all, leaving me empty except for the consuming hatred I carry with me for the past five years. Don’t you even think about standing there and lye to my face! You make me sick.”
“If I’m a bitch, Logan you turned me into one. You’re the one that told me lies after lies. Our whole relationship was a bed of lies. Don’t deny it!” Ororo said furiously. Did he really think she was blind to his affair? To his empty promises. He was engaged to his mistress for god sakes!
“That’s the first truthful thing you’ve said.” His voice dripped with ice. “All these years off searching for you, thinking maybe i……. All the wasted time without knowing!” he pushed her away from him with a look of pure disgust. She fell heavily on the cot.
“You’ve stolen years from me, from my children, now it’s my turn!” he threatened , towing vengefully over her.
“What?” dread race through Ororo. The full meaning of his words reaching her.
“No! Logan I won’t let you take my children!” she cried out,
"Yea, how are you going to stop me? They’re my kids too and once i get the best judge that money can buy, it's just a matter of time before I take them to Westerly."
Tears ran down her face. "If you ever felt anything for me, you won't do this."
"And if you ever felt anything at all you would have never kept them from me." She looked away from him acknowledging his words, when she looked back he was gone.