A soft knocked sounded at the door.  She did not dare attempt to get up again after her last wave of nausea.  "Come in!"  She called out.

Jean cracked the door open,  "It's Storm and I.  Want some company?"

Rogue smiled, "Yes, please."  She gestured for them to come in side.

Jean looked back at Storm and nodded.  Both ladies came into the room.  Storm closed the door behind her.  "Hello Rogue.  How are you feeling?"

"Ah feel fine raht now."  She beamed back at her two teammates.  "Can ya stay long?  Have a seat."  She pointed at the two chairs near the entertainment center.  They both complied, pulling the chairs to the side of the bed.  "It's nice tah have someone tah talk tah."

Jean sat in the chair nearest Rogue while Storm sat in the other one.  "Has Remy not been up here to see you?  He left the exercise session hours ago."

Rogue dropped her head in embarrassment.  "He's been up here twice."  She chewed on her bottom lip.  "We sorta had a fight and Ah haven't seen him since."

"Oh Rogue, I am sorry to hear that," said Storm.  "He ought to know better than to argue with someone who is under the weather."

She could let him take the blame but they were her friends as well as his and it had not been his fault that they'd argued.  "Uh it was mah fault he left."

"Oh."  Both ladies said in unison.

"Ah sort of went off on him when he brought mah lunch up.  He had made a special trip tah the market tah get exactly what Ah wanted tah eat."  She picked up the small pink box off of the night stand.  "Ah kinda lost it when he also brought me this."  She handed the box to Jean.

"Oh my!"  Jean covered her mouth as she handed the box to Storm.

"Rogue?"  Storm raised her eye browse in puzzlement.

"Have'yah e'vah heard of such nonsense?"  She waved a dismissing hand at the box Storm held in her hand.

Jean leaned forward, placing her hand on Rogue's knee, "He could be right Rogue."

"Yes.  You do have all the symptoms.  Have you experienced anymore nausea?"

Rogue shook her head vigorously, No.  She was repaid for her lies by a sharp pain to her right temple.  She sank further down in the bed.  "Yes,"  she closed her eyes in admission.

"Then he could be right."  Jean slightly smiled at her, "Rogue, have you not thought about it?"

"Ah'm a shame tah say that Ah hadn't."  She shrugged her shoulders up, "Tah tell yah the truth, Ah don't wanta even think 'bout it until Ah see Hank in the morning."

"Why on earth not?"  Storm studied Rogue's face.  She noticed the slight frown that creased her brow.  "Are you worried about Remy's reaction?  Or is there something else bothering you?"

Rogue's bottom lip began to tremble.  "Ah'm ... Ah'm ... scared,"  she admitted as her eyes began to puddle up with tears.

Jean looked at Storm and Storm looked at Jean.  Both ladies came out of their chairs to sit on the side of Rogue's bed.  Jean on one side and Storm on the other.  They both tried to comfort her as much as they could, but her powers were on until later.  They had to make due to gentle words and an occasional pat on her shoulders.

Storm cocked her head to one side, "Rogue, do not worry.  Remy will be thrilled and he will make the best father.  He adores children."

"Do yah think so?"

"Of course he will.  Look at how he treats Bishop and he's full grown and not to mention biologically not his."

"Yes,"  Storm agreed.  "He has him spoiled rotten."

Rogue laughed inspite of her tears.  She had thought a lot of things about Bishop, but 'spoiled rotten' was not one of them.  She wiped the last tears way, Wha's wrong with me?  Of course Remy will be happy.  "Ah'm 'jis being silly.  Ah hope yah'll raht."

"I think that is what is known as a mood swing."

"Look forward to having a lot of those over the next several months."  They all chuckled at Jean's statement.

Rogue smiled as she raised one index finger.  "If and only if Ah'm expec'tin."  They nodded back.  "Ah 'jis need tah make up with Remy.  Ah hope he didn't go too far."

Storm got up off of the bed to sit back down in the chair she'd vacated earlier.  "He is probably somewhere with Bishop."  She pulled her browse together.  "Is not this the day of a big football competition?  I thought I heard Remy tell Bishop to come up here to see it before he left the Danger Room."

Jean shook her head up and down.  "Yes, Scott is glued to our set at home."

A bell went off in Rogue's head.  "That's what he meant by the TV room when he left."  She laid a hand off to Jean.

"See, I knew he would not go too far with your being ill Rogue."  Storm confidence in her long time friend showed in her brilliant smile.
 
"Then he'll be back before it gets too late."  Jean pushed herself up into a standing position.  She nodded, signaling to Storm that they should leave.  Storm rose from her chair.

"Yah'll not leav'in are'yah?"

Storm came to stand beside Jean.  "We thought maybe you would like to rest a bit.  We do not want to tire you out."

"No, please stay."  She implored.  "Ah've been resting all day and Ah'm sick of it.  If yah don't have'ta go ... keep me company."

"All right Rogue."  She looked at her watch.  "We'll stay until Remy comes, how's that?"

"Fine,"  she said as the two women retook their seats.  Rogue rubbed her hands together, "Now ... what is the  latest dirt going on around the mansion?"

The two women looked at each other then smiled.

Gambit sat reclined on the far end of the black leather sectional, nursing a beer.  He  stared at the big screen TV blankly.  The remnants of the steak kabob dinner he'd grilled for them sat on the coffee table in front of him, barely touched.  He only grunted whenever Bishop would say something to him.  His social skills could use some brushing up.

Bishop stared at Remy's plate.  He must really be ticked.  He did not touch a bite.  He looked down at his empty plate.  Can't say the same for mine.  He looked back up at his Father.  "Remy?"

"Hum."

"Why don't you go see her?"

"Non!"

"Now, c'mon.  She's probably over it by now."  He reasoned.  "Go see her."

"Non!  I don' wan' see her after wha' she say ta me!"  He said with a definite slice of his hand.

This is ridiculous.  They're both acting like kids.  "Surely it could not have been that bad?"

"Ta, yeah ... yeah,"  Gambit shook is head.  "Yeah it was!"

That peaked Bishop's curiosity.  He grabbed the remote from the side table.  Pointing it at the TV, he tapped the 'OFF' button.  The TV screen went blank.  He then tossed the remote on the table in front of him,  "How so?"

"De game!"  Gambit pointed sternly at the now silent television.

"You weren't watching it and you know it.  Now what did she say?"

"Medre!!  Ya a worse nag den she is!"  He sat up in the chair, turning slightly in Bishop's direction.  "Chere accused me of abandoning her cause she was pregnant!"

"What?"

"Well she told me dat when I told her I was coming down here.  " ... 'That's 'jis like a man!  Get a girl knocked up and he abandons her!' "  Gambit mocked.  Bishop laughed at Gambit's rendition of Rogue's southern accented voice.  "Dats wha's she said Pup."

"Awww Remy.  She's just scared."

Remy tried very hard to invision his mate that could bench press 50 tons as being scared.  "Heh?"

"It is easy for you Remy, you're not the one whose going to carry the baby.  That's a huge responsibility for any woman.  Just think, any and everything she does will effect the little life she is carrying inside of her.  Now don't you think that if you were in her shoes that you'd be scared too."

Gambit frowned as he thought about Bishop's words.  I'm being such an idiot.  "Yah raht Bish."  He let out a long breath.  "But dat crack 'bout abandoning stung."

Bishop nodded.  "Granted that was a bit much, but I'm sure she's sorry about it now."  Bishop checked the time on his watch.  "Look it's after eight o'clock now, go see her.  I bet she's misses you."

Gambit rose from his seat.  He stretched then looked at the dirty dishes.  "Ya wash up Pup?"

"Yeah leave them.  It is the least I can do for the scrumptious meal you made for us."

Gambit crossed over in front of him, heading for the automatic door.  He smiled, "Have'ta take ya word on dat one.  Night Bish."  The door open in front of him.

"If ya see Ororo tell her where I'm at."

"Sure t'ing Pup."

"Good night Father."  Bishop grabbed the remote, clicking the TV back on.

"Good night."  Gambit crossed the threshold, heading for his and Rogue's room upstairs.  I shure hope Bishop knows wha' he's talk'in 'bout. 

Rogue, Jean and Storm sat laughing at a program that was playing on the TV.  She was so glad they'd agreed to stay with her but her foremost thought was, "Where is Remy?"

Her question was finally answered when the bedroom door cracked open.  To her surprise, a white handkerchief was stuck threw the opening, waving his surrender.

Jean and Storm giggled when they saw the flag.  Rogue blushed as Gambit carefully replaced the white surrender flag with his handsome face.  "Don' shoot Chere!"

"Remy."  She smiled.

Jean touched Storm on the arm, "That's our que to leave."  both women rose from there chairs.  "You'll let us know what Hank's diagnosis is in the morning, want you?"

"Yah'll be the first after Remy."

Satisfied with her answer they both headed for the door.  "I think it is safe for you to go in now Gambit,"  said Storm as she opened the door all the way for her and Jean to leave.

"T'anks for keep'in her company ladies.  Oh Stormy!  Bish down in de TV room.  He said ta tell ya bring bottle of champagne and wear nut'in but a smile."

Jean laughed at the expression on Storm's face. She was blushing profusely at Gambit's instructions.  "Remy!  Shame on you!"  Jean said between giggles.

"Wha'?  Dat's wha' he said."  He winked back at Jean so Storm could not see him.

Storm wanted to disappear.  Surely Bishop would not relay such a personal message via Remy?

"Come Storm.  Let's leave him to Rogue."

"Yes, shall we."  She turned her regal nose up at him.  That only made him sputter more in laughter.  She waved one last time back to Rogue, as they both went out of the door.

Gambit closed the door behind them then he turned back to Rogue.  She had a questioning look about her.  "Wha'?"

"Did Bish really say that?"

"Nope, but when she get dere.  I don' t'ink he be interested in de game no more."  He laughed.

Rogue laughed with him.  "Shame on you,"  she giggled.

The smile slowly left Gambit's face as he came to sit on the side of the bed near her.  "All kidd'in aside.  How'ya feel Chere?"

"Ah'm fine."

"Do ya wan' anyt'ing?  I could fix ya anot'er one of dose ham, cheese and sardines sandwiches if ya like?"

"No.  That's O.K. Remy."  She pointed at the food that sat on the edge of the chestier bureau.  "Ah didn't eat the one yah brought me earlier.  No sense in wasting."

They both refocused their attention back to one another.  "I'm sorry ... Ah'm sorry,"  they both said in unison.

"Ah'm sorry Ah was acting like a _itch earlier."

"And I'm sorry I let ya get ta me."  He pulled her up into his arms, careful not to touch any of her bare skin.  "I should have been more patient."

"And Ah should not have taken mah being scared out on yah.  Can yah e'vah forgive me Sugah?"

He pulled away to look at her, "I figure we 'bout even.  As far as I am concerned, dere is not'in ta f'give."

Might as well ask him now while he's in a good mood.  "Remy ... what do yah think 'bout all this?  He arched an eyebrow at her.  "Yah know, the possibility of mah being with child?"

Now how am I gon'na play dis?  He knew that he could not actually show how hopeful he was in case she wasn't.  That would mean a big let down for both of them.  "Rogue if ya are or if ya aren't, I be dere for ya."

"That's sweet but yah didn't answer my question."

She saw straight through dat.  He thought about his answer before he spoke.  "Rogue ta tell ya de truth ... I sorta hope ya are.  I love children.  I've always wanted ta have one or two of my own.  I don' know.  It sorta would give me a chance ta do wha' mah parents didn't do.  Ta provide a loving household for my little one."

That ne'vah occurred tah me.  And Ah made that remark 'bout him 'abandoning me'.  Her eyes filled with water over the hurt she'd caused him.  "Oh Remy!"  She pulled back into the cradle of his arms.  "Ah'm sorry for what Ah said tah yah 'bout'cha abandoning me!"  She sniffed.  "Ah know yah'd ne'vah do that!"

"Non Chere, I wouldn't.  But it's nice ta hear ya say it."  He carefully stroked her beautiful mane of hair.  "Whate'vah de case may be, Gambit here for ya.  We see wha' Henry say in de morn'in, Eh?"

She only nodded back.  Tomorrow morning would more than likely be one of the biggest turning points in her young life, but with this man holding, what could go wrong?