By the time he was done in the shower she was asleep again. As much as he wanted to sleep, he had found something concerning on the mission. He pulled the thin brown folder he had swiped from the lab, hidden inside his uniform, out from where he had deposited it when he got to the room. Flipping it open he quickly read through the details listed in the file that bore his name.
The information appeared to have come from a variety of sources, it listed him as a 'project' of a rival 'company', there was information that appeared to be stolen from the original 'company', apparently by a doctor that had switched sides. There were detailed records of procedures he had been subjected to, and also how he had reacted to those procedures. It listed him as being highly confrontational and aggressive, that he wouldn't follow orders no matter how high they drugged him, and detailed that he wasn't above inflicting serious bodily injury to himself, and others, in an effort to escape.
He stopped in shock when he turned the page, encountering a note that listed a transfer of himself, from the project to the 'Xavier Institute'. As if that wasn't enough, there was information on mental controls and psychological conditioning being used to control him and make him more docile. The final page caused his blood to run cold.
"Project Extension: WeaponX Propagatio
Mate Selection: Natural
Mate Age at selection: 16
Mate Designation: X248 - Rogue
Breeding Schedule: Natural - offspring expected within 12 months
Project Location: Unknown - suspect Xavier Institute, recommend recon
Project Manager: Maj Gen William Stryker - Weapon X Founder"
He snapped the file shut as a cold shiver ran over him. Marie was right. She had hypothesized that Xavier was working with the military who had had him, and that was why they hadn't tried to take him back. Not only that but they knew about him and Marie, and were expecting a baby from them. They had both been correct about their child being in grave danger, if Xavier, and this Stryker guy, found out they were ahead of schedule...
He hid the file, he didn't want Marie to find it, she had enough to deal with at the moment without worrying about this. He was pacing the room worriedly when Marie and baby roused simultaneously, he was going to apologize for waking them until he watched as Marie, still half asleep, simply rolled baby toward her and offered her a nipple. Baby in turn dozed as she sucked away hungrily.
He joined them on the bed, pleased that once Marie had finished feeding, she placed baby onto his chest, declaring it was time for cuddle time with daddy, before she disappeared into the bathroom. When she returned baby was fast asleep, her head resting over his heart and a sticky tendril of milky drool puddling on his bare chest.
"That is adorable," Marie declared, snuggling against his side as his arm wrapped around her. Logan's large hand was almost completely covering baby, between that and his residual body heat baby was comfortably warm, even down to her tiny bare toes that Marie was loving touching. She still couldn't get over how tiny the little girl was.
"We should name her," Marie whispered a while later, not wanting to disturb baby.
"We should, does mommy have any suggestions?" Logan asked, barely above a whisper himself, though a deep growly whisper.
"Well, it's kind of unusual but I always liked the name Niamh [nee-v], spelled the Irish way," Marie answered, with a giggle.
"That name sounds familiar," Logan said, a thoughtful frown on his face, "I like it, I feel like I knew someone with that name once. What's the Irish spelling?" he asked suddenly.
"N-I-A-M-H," Marie replied.
"How the fuck does that equal 'nee-v'?" Logan asked with a chuckle.
"Ask the Irish," Marie replied with a shrug, "My grandma was Irish, it was her middle name, I always thought it was neat, and my grandma was fantastic, if she'd still been alive when my parents threw me out I would have gone to stay with her, she wouldn't have hated me," Marie told him.
Logan hugged her, he was sorry she'd had such a bad time with rotten parents but he couldn't help but thank whatever deity had gotten her here, with him.
"Niamh it is, spelled the Irish way, we should probably give her a middle name too, but something normal this time so she can pick and choose between them," he said amused.
"How about Daisy?" Marie asked. Logan shook his head, he didn't want to name his kid after a flower, that was too hippy for him. "Mackenzie?" That one was too long. "Ella?" Those two names sounded odd when said together. After several more suggestions Marie said, "What about Kenna? I used to go to school with a girl named Kenna, it means beautiful."
"Niamh Kenna?" Logan said, testing the sound of the names, "lt'll be more dramatic too when she gets herself in trouble and you have to call her by her full name because you've got to pause in the middle there," he said with a chuckle.
Marie giggled at the thought, remembering all the times her mother had called her by her full name, she always knew how much trouble she was in by how much emphasis her mother put on the double-e sound at the end of 'Marie'. "Niamh Kenna Logan, will you stop drooling on your daddy because it is just too cute," she mock chastised the sleeping baby as she leaned forward and placed a kiss on her tiny nose.
"...why Logan?" Logan asked a moment later.
"Well, you don't know your last name but Logan can be a last name, and we're both Logan's girls, at least one of us should have your name," Marie said. At the odd look on Logan's face when she looked up at him again, she thought maybe he didn't like that suggestion, "Or not, up to you, I mean my last name is..."
"I want you to have my name too," Logan interrupted her, "One day I'll marry you properly sweetheart, I promise." She didn't have a reply to that, so she just smiled lovingly up at him, before hugging him tighter.
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That evening Logan planned to wait for Marie and Niamh to fall asleep before slipping down to the med lab. If what Marie had told him about what she had found down there previously was correct, the only thing keeping them here was a transponder which told the chip they'd implanted in him to electrocute him if he got too far away. If he could find that, they were as good as gone.
Unfortunately, just as Marie was beginning to drift to sleep someone tried to open their door; Logan was glad he had pushed the dresser in front of it earlier. Marie gently slid Niamh closer to her, rolling so she was protecting her from view, Logan cheekily mussed Marie's hair before tossing their thin sheet haphazardly over her. Before he moved to the door, he shot Marie a cheeky wink as he unbuttoned his jeans and mussed his own hair. He was still shirtless from earlier that day, and he looked positively delicious as far as she was concerned.
Logan shoved the dresser over enough to open the door to see who was out there, making sure whoever it was got only a brief look at Marie before he stepped into view. "You ever heard of this thing called knocking Cyclops? You're lucky we were done or I'd have had to take your last eye out," Logan stated cheerily, his tone indistinct as to whether he was serious or joking - knowing Wolverine it could be either.
"Mission, hurry up," he replied, ignoring the jab. He still didn't like the idea of leaving poor Rogue in Wolverine's clutches, he was so inhospitable that no one had seen Rogue in months other than these brief snatches. There was no telling what the violent freak was doing to her, as far as he was concerned, and after everything they had learned about the guy from the base they'd rescued him from, the fact she was still alive was a miracle.
"Be back later babe," Logan called to Marie as he shoved the dresser further out of the way so the door would fully open.
When he got to the briefing room he listened to the latest intel, the main compound they'd finally located had moved that day. While they worked to relocate it, they were going to hit another minor post, no point tipping off the commanders as to just how close they were, or, had been.
The mission was again short, though the guards were now better armed. This lab was cooking up biological weapons, but these weapons didn't appear to be for use against mutants, rather they were made from mutants. Specifically, two teenage girls, who could secrete a toxic neurochemical from their skin, uncannily similar to poison arrow frogs; their skin even had brightly colour patches of colour wherever the poison would discharge from.
When they returned in the wee hours of the morning the med lab was humming with activity. There was no way he was going to be able to access his own medical records, or search for a transponder, without someone noticing. So, he headed back to his room and the pair waiting for him. He tried the door but it wouldn't open, Marie must have pushed the dresser back across when he left. Rather than knock and risk waking baby he went through one of the other rooms, into the dusty back corridor and through the back door.
"I thought that must be you," Marie said with a smile as she relaxed, from where she had been tensely listening, to get a jump on the intruder.
He had showered downstairs so he climbed straight into bed, cuddling both girls to him, little Niamh slumbering peacefully between them.
"How did the mission go?" Marie asked sleepily, as she began to drift off again.
"It went good, we rescued two girls, they were milking their mutation to create bio weapons, but I can tell you about that later, you go to sleep." He planted a kiss on her forehead as her eyes closed and she drifted off to sleep again.
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