Remy looked at his wrist watch.  It was getting late.  I got ta get a grip on myself.  Can' let my hopes get too hight un'til we shure of it.  Gambit turned the switch forward.  The powerful automobile fired right up.  He horsed the motor  with a few pats of his right foot.  Ah Hell!  I got'ta know!!  He quickly shifted the car into reverse, then threw the gear stick into first as he peeled out of the parking lot, tires squeeling, rubber burning.  The black Ghini shot out into traffic with a sharp turn to the left, tires hollering.

He was totally oblivious to any and every thing around him.  He passed several cars as he drove like a mad man home.  Several people had to stop to let him by, most of them shot him a 'bird' or yelled insults for his reckless behavior.  But he did not care.  All he wanted was to get home as fast as possible to the beautiful white streaked haired woman, that waited for him in their bed.

With the morning Danger Room session barely behind him, Bishop thought he'd take time out to wash his truck beside of the garage.  So he busied himself with rinsing it off .  He raised his head up from where he was spraying water, when he heard a loud squeel of tires off in the distance.  It's got to be Lebeau.  His suspicions were confirmed when a moment later, the black sports car zoomed down the main road that was in the front of the gate.  Gambit paused briefly to check himself in, then he sped into the garage so fast that he blurred Bishop's vision.  He cringed at the sound of the fast car braking on the concrete drive inside the garage.

Bishop put down the hose pipe to go see if Gambit did in fact make it into the garage in one piece.  "Remy?"  He peeked around the corner opening.

Already out of the car, Gambit looked up from gathering his purchases inside.  "Yeah Pup?"  He busied himself with closing his door as he juggled the bags in his arms and on his fore arms.

Bishop came further into the garage.  He was amazed that Gambit had managed to park in his designated slot without crashing into anything else or barreling out the other side of the garage.  He raised an eye brow at him.  "I see you are in one piece."

"Sure Pup." Gambit looked around at all of the vacant parking spaces.  "Where'd everybody go?"

"Let's see ... Storm and Jean went into town, Cyclops is down at the house boat, Wolverine, Sam, Joseph went to Harry's, Bobby is gone on a date and Warren and Betsy went to see a movie."  Gambit arched a brow at him.  "Did I miss anybody?"

Gambit shook his head, No.  "Pup, you need a hobby,"  he smiled.

"Got one, but she's gone into town,"  he winked back.  "Do you need help with that?"  Bishop came forward taking four of the bags out of Gambit's hands.

"Sure do, t'anks Bish."

Bishop squinted his eyes at Gambit as they both made their way to the front door.  His attitude has definitely improved.  I wonder what caused it.  "I hope you don't mind me asking, but what has happened to you?  You were the voice of  doom this morning."

Gambit beamed from ear to ear.  "Don' tell non one, but I t'ink maybe Rogue's pregnant."

"Pregnant?"  Bishop thought about it for a moment.  "Hummm."  Then he smiled at Gambit.  "Indeed?  I never thought about that possibility."

"Yeah.  I explain everyt'ing ta de little man behind the counter.  He said that she had all the symptoms."

Bishop opened the front door of the mansion for Gambit to enter.  Closing the door behind, he followed closely beside Remy so he could hear what he was saying.  He was elated with the prospects of having a sibling, even though the child would be a lot younger than he.

Gambit and Bishop passed through the living room then down the long hallway to the kitchen.  Placing the bags on the table, Gambit beamed at Bishop.  "We probably wan' be shure 'til Hank come in de morn'in, but I bought dis?"  He reached in one of the bags, pulling out the small pink box.  Bishop's knew immediately what it was.

A home pregnancy test?  "Remy, you can't use that until in the morning no how.  You have to get the first urine sample of the day.  The cells that the test looks for, will be easier and more accurate to find then."

Gambit was surprised.  He stopped unpacking the groceries to take a closer look at Bishop.  "How you know so much 'bout dis Pup?"

Bishop blushed with a cheap grin.  "Don't believe me?  Read the instructions,"  he pointed to the words on the back of the box, trying to derail Gambit's train of thought.

Gambit smile to himself as he went back to his unpacking.  "I be so proud if she gon'na have a lit'le one.  I have always wanted children."

Bishop gave him an odd look back.  "What do I look like, chopped liver?"

Gambit chuckled.  "No offense Pup, but I can' exactly bounce ya on my knee, have'ya spit up on me or tell ya 'coochie 'coochie cue' ."

Bishop gave a serious look, "You tell me 'coochie coochie cue' and I just might."

Gambit laughed at Bishop's comment as he walked over to the sink in order to wash then dry his hands. "Dat's a good one Pup.  Don' worry if she is, you and Stormy can baby sit." He said as he came bac to the table.

Bishop screwed his face up at the prospect of changing dirty diapers as he watched Gambit lay out the items he had in the bags.   Cheese, ham, olives, onion rolls ... Sardines!!  YUCK!!  He covered his mouth and made a face at Remy.  "Who's gonna eat that?"

"Rogue is.  This is what she asked for, for lunch."  The he pulled out the jar of sour pickles.  "See wha' I mean 'bout Chere could be expect'in?  She craven weird stuff ... and a lot of it."

Gambit prepared the lunch Rogue had asked for while Bishop watched.  He smiled as he watch how he took so much care and love with arranging everything on the plate for her and then on the tray he'd gotten from the cabinet.

"If she can eat that ..."  Bishop pointed a finger at the tray full of food.  "... then she can eat anything."  He screwed he face up a little.  "You may have a point."

Gambit surveyed his preparations.  He used a mental checklist to see if he had forgotten anything before he took the tray up to her.  Chocolate Chip cream, salt and vinegar chips with barbecue sauce on de side, a cherry soda ...Oh! Best not forget 'bout dis.  He placed the test back in the bag that held the antiacid, looping the draw string opening over one wrist.   "Yep dat looks like everyt'in." Gambit picked the tray up, "Be a friend Bish an put everything up for me please.  I need ta get dis up ta her.  She must be starved by now."

"Sure Remy ... What about tonight?"

"She felt better when I went up earlier, we'll see how she is now.  I'm going ta grill us dose steaks I bought for us later.  We can wash it down with the beer in dat bag,"  he pointed at the last two bags that sat on the table.  "I come back ta prepare dem when I finish seeing 'bout her, so put dem in de sink."

Steaks ... Beer ... sounds like a plan.  "O.K. Remy."  He called out to Gambit as he went out the door.

Rogue busied herself with straightening up their room.  She knew what Remy had said about her staying in the bed, but she did not feel sick anymore and it just did not feel right to be in bed during the day if she wasn't sick.

"Ah bet he be mad as a hornet when he see Ah'm dressed and the room is clean."  She smiled as she thought of the tirade he would probably put one.  "He so cute when he's mad."  She chuckled.

She was straightening out the shoes in the closet when it hit her again.  "Oh! No! Not again!!"  A smaller version of the disorienting wave a nausea that she felt earlier that morning over took her equilibrium.  Rogue fell to her knees in misery as the world around her swayed and jerked.  She covered her eyes in hopes to slow it down.    She lowered her head down to her knees as the wave passed.

"Maybe Ah can make it tah the bed."  She kept her eyes closed as she turned on her hands and knees toward the bed.  If Remy catches me like this ... he's gon'na be down raht adorable!!  She made it to the side of the bed, but instead of stopping to climb up on it, she kept going.  Oh!  Ah feel sick!!  The bathroom was her next destination.  She reached up with one hand to open the door then she crawled in. 

Gambit balanced the tray full of food on one of his fore arms as he opened the door with the other.  He stopped just inside the doorway when he did not see her in the bed.  Where dat woman go?  He exclaimed to himself.  He came further into the room then slammed the door shut behind him with a kick of his foot.  I told her stay put!   "Rogue!!"  He yelled.  "Where ya be?"

He was answered by the sound of someone heeving in the bathroom.  Ask a stupid question...?  Remy placed the tray of food on the corner of the bureau chestier.  He tossed the small plastic bag on the bed on his way to the bathroom.  He opened the door to find her leaning over the comode throwing up again.  "Next time ya listen ta Gambit, eh Chere?"

She waited until she was finish throwing up before she tried to answer him.  Rogue rolled her eyes at the smug man standing with his arms folded in the bathroom's doorway.  "Ah felt better.  Ah'm not gonna stay in that bed if'in Ah ain't sick!!"

Gambit laughed as he counted on one hand.  "Let's see ... ya t'rew up dis morn'in, ya passed out dis morn'in and now ya throwing up again ................. hummmm ............. I t'ink dat might qualify ya being sick."

Ah could wipe dat grin off his face if'in Ah weren't afraid ta stand.  Ah hate it when he's raht!!
She balled her mouth up at him as he came down on his knees beside her.

"Oooo... if looks could kill, Gambit be dead for shure."  He smile at her.  "Wan' me ta help ya up?"

"NO!!"  She spat the word at him.  "Leave me alone!!"

Remy stood back up above her.  Man!  Her attitude stinks!  If she pregnant and she got ta be like dis for nine months ... I mov'in ta Australia.   "Look Chere, de last time ya tried ta stand after ya throwed up, ya end up passed out.  Ya wan' dat ta happen again?"

She had to admit that what he said made sense.  "All raht, but no funny business!  My powers are own so don't try nuth'in."  Rogue had to concede defeat as she raised her arms up to him when he bend down.

For a woman that could bench press 50 tons, Rogue did not weigh very much.  Gambit effortlessly gathered her up into his arms.  She turned her head away from him so he would not see the tears of frustration in her eyes.  He carried her from the bathroom into the bedroom.  Laying her down gently against the pillows.  "How's dat?"

She turned her head away again.  "Fine."  Was all she offered back.

Gambit unzipped his jacket, pulling it off, he tossed it over one of the wing chairs.  "Ya feel like eat'in Chere?  I brought wha' ya ask for."

Oddly enough, she was still hungry.  Rogue sniffed out the food that was in the room.  She then propped the pillows up behind her.  "Well, 'jis don' stand dere, give it to me!"

Gambit was astonished at her hard attitude.  If she not pregnant, I strangle her!  It was not easy for him to ignore her barbs and quipped remarks.  But he knew she was sick  therefore, she was probably mad at everyone else that was not.  He pointed a finger at her before he went to retrieve the tray.  "Check ya attitude mi'amour.  It lousy."  He placed the tray across her lap.

"So!  What's yah point?"  She answered back nastily as she dived into the food.

Oh boy.  Gambit walked to the end of the bed to retrieve the bag.  "I t'ink I know why."  He pulled out the pregnancy test.  Then he walked back up to the head of the bed where she was devouring her lunch.  He shoved the box directly into her face.

Rogue looked up at the box.  A home pregnancy test?  Why in the world did he bring me this?  Oh God!  I can't be!!  OH!! When was the last time my monthly showed up ?...!!!  She dropped the sandwich back down on the tray.  Then she looked up at him.  "Are yah crazy or 'jis plain dumb?"  She retorted.  "Ah ain't pregnant!  Ah can't get pregnant!!  Mah powers want let ...!!!"

"Dat was before ya had dat flash'en doo-hicky on ya arm."  He pointed at the now 'off' bracelet.  "T'ings change.  Ya got all de symptoms."  He shrugged his shoulders up.  "Have ya e'vah talked ta Hank 'bout de possibility of us conceiv'in?  He'd know."  Gambit sat the small box on the night stand beside her.  "Besides, Bish says it no good 'til in de morn'in.  Hank be back by den."

"BISHOP!!  Ya tell Bishop 'bout Ah could be pregnant?  Damn Remy!!  Do ya tell him every time we make love too?"  She exclaimed.

Remy stepped back as if he'd be slapped.  "Dat's it!!  I had e'nuff out of ya Chere!"  He pointed a finger at her again.  He turned on his heels, heading for  the door.

"Where ya go'in?"  She yelled after him.

"Ta de kitchen!!  Den ta de TV room!!  I'm gon'na leave before I say somet'ing I gon'na regret!!!"  He yelled back over his shoulder.

"That's 'jis like a man!  Get a girl knocked up and he abandons her!!"

Oooo!  Dat hurt!  Gambit snatched the door open, "Ya best get a handle on ya temper Chere because if ya pregnant, I not gon'na take nine months of dis!!  He slammed the door between them.

"Oooooooooo!!"  She grabbed one of the pillows from his side of the bed.  She was mad, but not mad enough to do any damage.  Throwing it, the fluffy pillow landed against the door before hit settled to the floor.

She looked down at her tray of half eaten food through watery eyes.  The appeal of it was lost to her now.  Being hungry was the last thing on her mind.