Rogue hoped the professor would stick to his principles and stayed out of her mind. 'God math is so damn boring! What for will Ah need this crap anyway?! Never intended to become engineer or math-professor…'

'Even a bookkeeper doesn't need so much crap, Kid.' Her inner-Logan chimed in.

'Yep… God how long till Ah can back to mah baby?' She glanced at her watch and almost groaned. 'Fuck, the first period isn't even over yet!' The brunette began to write down the next exercise from the blackboard. 'Wonder what Logan and Becca are doing right now?'

'Becca's easy: Sleep, cry or make a load into her diaper.'

Rogue bit her lower lip, so the giggle that threatened to escape wouldn't leave her lips. 'Logan, would ya stop? Ah'm already gossip topic no. 1. No need to add hysteric laughter during classes to mah already strained reputation.'

'Sorry, Marie. It's just so fuckin' borin'!'

'Ya don't say, sugah?!' She began to tap her pencil onto the tabletop, earning her a dark glower from Kitty. 'Ah miss her so much.'

'And me?' Logan asked and she could almost picture him pouting.

Kitty eventually elbowed her and Rogue stopped her tapping with the pencil and started the same with her foot. 'Nah, ya're always with me, sugah… Though Ah miss your embrace and your pecks.'

'You'll miss more once you've turned 18 and I can finally claim you as my mate.'

Marie felt herself blush. 'Ah thought Ah'm already your mate, Logan?'

'Sure, you are. You know what I mean, Kid.'

Suddenly another presence tried to shove their way into her mind and the all too familiar headache began. 'Yes, professor?' Marie asked sheepishly, hoping he hadn't overheard her inner conversation, but then again she usually felt it when someone tried to contact her mentally.

The professor had told her once the headache might come from her unique mutation and mental structure, making it hard for psyches to access her mind. Rogue was kinda glad about this. Her mind was already occupied enough with Logan, Eric and David. Though the latter was pushed back and had almost completely faded away due to the presences of the two strong personalities. It had taken some time and a lot of exercises to push Eric from the front of her mind, so his constant bickering with Logan wouldn't drive her crazy. The old mutant wasn't locked away, she hadn't to since he felt kinda sorry for her to carry different psyches around with her and so would stay quite most of the time.

Her inner Logan on the other hand was always with her and she liked it – most of the time. When she had first absorbed him he hadn't started to affront her for taking his mutation and consciousness like David had done and still would do, if it hadn't been for Logan to scare the boy away and watch her back for her – mentally spoken.

'You're allowed to take a break. Logan needs your help.'

Worry started to grow in the pit of her stomach. 'Yes. Thank ya.' The brunette immediately stood up, receiving a few odd looks from her classmates, and made her way to the door, from where desperate cries could already be heard. When she opened the massive door, she was bombarded with Becca's loud cries and the sight of a frustrated Logan, holding the wailing newborn in one arm and a baby-bottle with formula in the other.

He sighed exaggerated and shoved the crying bundle into his mate's arms. "She doesn't like the formula. Spits it out and refuses to drink." Logan explained helplessly.

Marie walked over to the stairs and set down on them, freeing her breast from her tight shirt and bra. Becca searched desperately for her mother's nipple, her small hands grasping in the thin air before her the entire time, till she eventually found the source of her warm food and began to drink hungrily.

Logan breathed a sigh of relief as the sobs stopped and he slumped down next to his girls and leaned back against the wall. "Thank goodness!" Marie met his gaze, a wide grin on her lips. After a moment to relish the silence and the dying down tingle in his ears, Logan's exhaust and stressed features met his mate's relaxed ones. "Forget what I said yesterday. Gonna shred every single romper suit as soon as the lil' tyke won't need it any longer."

The brunette pouted mockingly. "Becca's gonna stay a single child then?" Her eyebrow quirked upwards.

"Hell, yes!" At the moment he really considered this an option. He loved his daughter, no doubt, but such a little human being was more exhausting than a battle with Sabretooth, Mystique and Magneto together.

"No one to play with for our little girl?" A sad puppy dog look was on her features while she taunted him.

"She has us and a fuckin' school full of kids to play with!" He leaned his head back against the wall and looked up towards the ceiling. They sat in a comfortable silence and the young father eventually pushed off the wall and slid next to Marie, who immediately leaned her head against his shoulder. His hazel eyes watched the now content and serene little features of his tiny daughter sucking at her mother's big breast like an angel. Like in trance he reached out and stroked the downy head of his child and sighed. "Momma's taste the best, huh, kiddo?!"

"She's spoilt now." The brunette put in with a smirk. She was glad to be able to flee from the boring lesson and was now re-united with her small baby. 'When Ah miss her already that bad, how will Ah miss her when she's older and Ah can actually do things with her?!'

"We have to think 'bout somethin', Marie."

"Huh?"

His eyes didn't leave the pleasant picture of his feeding child. "Becca's dependin' on you with the milk. Will be troublesome next week."

"Gonna take her with me to classes and nurse her when she's hungry. She sleeps most of the time anyway." She saw sadness flee over his features. "What is it, Logan?"

He didn't like the thought of not seeing his peaceful little daughter the whole day. "Umm, thought we could take turns. During P.E. I'm gonna stay at the sidelines and could watch 'er."

Marie snickered in victory. "So ya miss our wailing and stressful bundle of joy?!"

He gritted his teeth. Yeah, maybe he wanted another kid some time in the future. "Course I do."

X X X X X

Reluctantly Rogue had returned to the professor's study and tried to follow his explanations, but she couldn't really concentrate on anything else than her thoughts about Becca. When Xavier dismissed his class, she was the first to bolt from the room and storm up the stairs. In front of her room she came to a sudden stop and opened the door quietly to not startle her calm daughter. Her gaze swept over her empty room and she hurried over to a deserted crib. With a sigh she put her math books down on her desk and headed over to Logan's equally deserted room. 'Where is he?'

'Kitchen?! It's food time.' Her inner Logan suggested and she immediately left their rooms.

The kitchen, the dining hall and rec room were dead ends and worry began to nag on Marie. Maybe he was working on Scott's bike and had forgotten time, but the garage was empty and all cars and bikes were in their spots. With fast strides the brunette neared the hidden elevator and soon entered the sublevel of the mansion.

Her first halt was the infirmary, but even the red haired doctor wasn't there, the hangar and the observation deck of the unused danger room were also deserted and so Marie ran back to the lift. 'Maybe he took Becca out for a walk. He loves the woods.' She began to grasp this last beacon of hope and stormed out of the elevator before the doors were completely opened. Her heart beat fast and she felt desperate and angry tears sting at her eyes.

Rogue ran through the hallways and past by a few rooms, some of them had their doors open. She was already past the laundry, when her mind had registered a familiar massive frame in the room from the corner of her eyes. With a frown she spun on her heels and entered the tiled room. It was then that Marie noticed that she was out of breath and panted hard, but mustered enough strength to glare daggers at her mate, who sat nonchalantly at the table reading the newspaper.

Logan's sensitive senses had picked up on Rogue's fast heartbeat and the fear in her scent and he looked up from his newspaper with a brow hitched. "What's the matter, Kid?"

"Ya asked?! Ah was looking for ya jerk in the entire mansion!" She hissed and scanned the room in search for her little girl. Her eyes widened and her breath caught in her throat when she saw the baby seat and her little angel stand on a rumbling washer. "What the fuck are ya doing with mah baby, Logan!" Stomping over she lifted the sleeping Becca into her arms and whirled around to stare at her child's father with burning eyes.

Her scream didn't only wake the baby, but also caused a swarm of students to gather in the doorframe. "Are ya nuts, Logan?!" Becca began to cry and she cradled the tiny girl against her shoulder. "Shh, is fine, honey."

Logan narrowed his eyes on his girls. 'Great now she's cryin' again!' Annoyed he leaped up and stalked over to Rogue, who was more than angry with him. Without a word he ripped the wailing bundle from her arms and returned Becca to her vibrating baby seat.

"Hey!" Marie immediately followed the man. "Ah'm speaking with ya, asshole!" She was about to pick her child up again when his large hands grasped her wrists firmly.

"Would you idiot stop the screamin' and look?!" He motioned his chin towards an already half-asleep Becca. "She likes the vibrations. It's like with the car." He felt Marie's muscles relax in his grasp and he eventually let go of the teenager. "What the fuck did you do durin' pregnancy that the baby is into bein' shaken?!"

Her gaze lingered on her peaceful daughter on the washer and she suddenly felt bad. Did she indeed believe Logan would do anything to harm their child? From the corner of her eyes she saw him return to the table and fold the newspaper together. Then he picked a basket with laundry up and shoved it into her arms unceremoniously. "The washer will finish any minute." Turning around he stormed from the room and through the splitting crowd of students.

Rogue looked after him in bewilderment and eventually placed the basket down on the tabletop.

Jubilee and Kitty had been on the search for the young mother to accompany her to the dining hall and had witnessed the incident. The firecracker approached the brunette. "Looks like you won't join us at lunch, Roguey."

"We'll bring you some food, k?" Kitty added with a sympathetically look in her eyes.

"Would be great." Marie sank down on a stool and sighed heavily.

X X X X X

At lunch Logan had sat down on an empty table in the far end of the room and wolfed his meal down, before storming out of the hall again and into the elevator. He needed a long session in the Danger Room to vent his built up rage. Pushing in his code for the highest level and to override the security system, he started one of his favorite simulations.

X X X X X

Jean found mother and child in the laundry and the teenager had moved her math books and the diaper bag down to the room and was now preoccupied with her studies. The redhead approached the sleeping baby and smiled down on the tiny child, before her features became grave and she sat down opposite Rogue. "Trouble in paradise?"

The girl eventually looked up with a frown. "Why do ya think so?"

"Heard of your fight with Logan earlier. And now I just saw him go to the garage." Jean had indeed guessed that Logan would bear at least a whole week, before he blew playing daddy into the wind and hit the road again.

"What?!" Marie's eyes widened in shock and she jumped to her feet. 'God, Ah really have hurt him! Ah didn't mean to…' Before the brunette hurried from the room, she glanced at Becca and then the doctor. "Would ya please watch Becca for a moment?"

"Sure." Jean expected the great break down stood only minutes before and she prepared herself to consol the teen when she returned.