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Chapter 1

Logan felt her shift in her position on their king sized bed. It was the fourth time in the last two minutes. He reached out, gently pulling her against him. One hand splayed across her back and the other over her swollen eight months pregnant tummy. He rubbed his palm over her in soothing circles. “What’s the matter, darlin’? ‘Lil bub actin’ up?”

‘Lil bub was more than acting up. What Ororo didn’t let her husband be privy too was the fact that she had been having contractions since they went to bed a little over two hours ago. She wasn’t sure if they were the false labor pains Hank told them about or if they were real deal. She was, however, sure that Logan would descend into panic mode and there was no telling what he would do once in said state. So to appease him, she admitted on a mere sigh, “Yes.”

He turned her, so she was lying on her back. He leaned over her, his mouth a hair’s breadth away from her stomach. He whispered, “Hey pup. Let mama get some rest.” He nuzzled her stomach with his nose and mouth, enjoying the sweet scent roiling off of her. He brushed ardent kisses onto her nude form. His wife was fond of sleeping in the buff while pregnant and he’ll be lying if he said he wasn’t fond of it also.

Lulled by his gentle caresses and kisses, she ran her fingers through his soft, raven-colored mane, relishing the contact. Logan purred, the vibration causing their child to respond with a swift sudden kick. Logan jerked his head up, first looking at her stomach, then at her. “I think that’s a yes.” He whispered.

Ororo smiled. The high emotion that overrode his features clogged her throat and glossed her eyes over with tears. At that very moment, she couldn’t help but send up a silent prayer to her Goddess for blessing her so abundantly. In such a short span of time, her life had come full circle. However, it didn’t come easy, because for a long time, she had her doubts and fears about her desires ever coming to fruition. The man soothingly caressing her was responsible for the bliss she was currently caught up in and had been caught up in for well over a year. The life altering changes he had introduced to her staid existence had completely resuscitated her and had given her a new lease on life. Logan had become such a dynamic and essential part of her existence, that she felt incomplete when he wasn’t near her. It was daunting at first, but learning and knowing that he felt the same eased her fears and allowed her to live life, not just simply exist.

She was so caught up in the emotion of the moment that she couldn’t help but coo softly, “Thank you, dearest.”

Logan looked down at her, his love for her shining brightly through those sterling gray eyes she adored so much. “Fer what, babe?”

“Everything,” she murmured. “You saved me from living a life of sadness and loneliness.”

“I should be the one thankin’ ya, ‘Ro. Ya gave me the only things that I was searchin’ fer all my life,” he muttered thickly. “Stability and love. Ya gave me someplace ta belong. And fer that I will be forever grateful ta ya.”

Logan pierced his wife with blatant worship shining through his eyes. What his eyes feasted on was a living, breathing, modern-day Goddess. His living, breathing, modern-day Goddess, his mate, his heart, his alpha female and very soon, the mother of his child. He had fought the battle to secure her affections in an unconventional way after denying himself for so long. He had taken it upon himself, with the help of his friend and mentor, Charles Xavier to build her the home they currently occupied as husband and wife. It was his way of demonstrating to her how he felt about her and their future together. So, yes, he had fought, welcoming the challenge of winning her heart, because as far as he was concerned, she was worth every ounce of the fight. The miseries and pain they both had endured throughout their lives, had led them to building something real, establishing that elusive, but unique connection with each other and achieving a great measure of the happiness they both deserved.

He leaned down and kissed the spot where his child was sheltered. After all this time, the miracle of the life growing inside his mate still dumbfounded him. After all the destruction and horror he had seen and even participated in, he was still disbelieving that some deity out there felt that he was worthy of being entrusted with helping to bring forth and care for such a fragile, innocent life.

“I still can’t believe it, ‘Ro. Still can’t believe I’m gonna be a dad.” He lovingly gazed at her stomach, before bringing his hands to completely covering the maternal mound protectively. He lifted his head and looked at her once again as his hands glided up her body, over her breasts and came to rest on either side of her neck as he raised up to cover her as much as her protruding stomach allowed.

He kissed her. A sweet, tender kiss, laced with the endless passion he held for her and only her. His lips were warm as they covered hers. His tongue grazed the corners of her lips until they parted. Lazily he tasted the sweet lining of her mouth then pushed his tongue deep.

Her entire body went limp under his assault and she sighed in supreme pleasure. “Oh Logan,” she moaned, fondling the bulging tent in his boxers.

He groaned. “Damn, ‘Ro. I’m horny.”

“You are always horny.”

He grinned at her murmured rejoinder. “Only and always fer ya, darlin’.” Both he and his beast were satisfied. Their woman was one sexy, sensual broad while pregnant.

He rolled onto his side and hauled her close. His woodsy scent mixed with the vague scent of his cigars filled her nose and her head. She relaxed against him, enjoying the feel of him, the texture of his body hair and the heat radiating off of him. Her body tingled with the aroused sensuality only he can stir in her.

After a few minutes, she murmured. “Logan?”

“Hmmm.”

“I am scared.”

“Of what, baby?”

Ororo turned so she was lying on her back and looking up into his lovely eyes. He was the only one she would ever reveal her vulnerability to and admit being fearful too. “Of bringing this innocent life into the world we live in.” She caressed her stomach and felt the fluttering of her son. She smiled faintly, still keeping to her hunch that she did indeed carry a boy.

Logan exhaled loudly. This was something that they never really discussed. He guess that now was as good a time as any. “I’m scared as hell too, baby. One of the many things I’ve learned being here with the X-Men is that we can’t let the opinions of bigoted fools affect us. Once we do that, then we give them all the power and then we’ll never be free.”

“I do not want our child growing up knowing that bigotry against our kind exists,” she stated breathlessly, as a contraction seized her. After a few seconds, she continued, “There is too much pain and suffering in the world to bring a new life into.”

Logan smelled the anxiety emitting off of her. He eyed her suspiciously. “Ya, ok?”

She nodded with a slight wave of her hand. “Just those false labor pains Hank warned us about.” She hoped it was indeed false labor pains.

He eyed her hard, before continuing. “Darlin’, bigots been ‘round before I was born and they’re still here. And guess what, they’ll continue ta be around after we’re gone. It’s up ta us to teach our child differently. We both know better because we’ve been through the pain and sufferin’ dealing with these bigots and their hate groups and we’re stronger because of that.”

“I agree, dearest. I just wished that the world was so much better and he would not be exposed to this level of hatred we face.”

He kissed her forehead. “I think we were successful in getting rid of quite a bit of the hatred. Do ya remember the level of venom and hate that existed when I joined the team?” He smoothed mussed strands of cloud-colored hair away from her smooth cheeks. “I think without Chuck, we wouldn’t have been that successful. I think our lives are much better today than they were five, six years ago.”

Ororo sighed, knowing that he was right. “You are correct, love. We just have to be vigilant with our child and teach him right from wrong and how to love and overcome the hate.” She yawned broadly. “I believe we were entrusted with caring for this child for a reason and it is up to us to be the best parents and mentors we can be.”

“Ya got that right darlin’. Besides, I don’t think anyone will be foolish as ta come ‘round Xavier’s property lookin’ ta cause trouble. Many have tried and they all failed in the long run.” He yawned. “There’s strength in numbers and unity and we’ve always had both here. We’re some of the most powerful mutants in the world. And what we have built and continue ta build is unique and priceless. Have faith in that, baby, and we’ll be alright.”

“You are the eternal philosopher, dearest. Thank you.” She reached up to kiss him. “I can always count on you for reassurance.”

Inhaling her intoxicating scent, he nuzzled her.

Ororo smiled up at him before turning to lie on her side. Logan followed her and pulled her up closer, cradling her distended stomach protectively. He leaned down and kiss the mark that was their primal connection. “Get some rest, babe.”





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