Remy would've slept if it had not been for her squirming around.  "Chere, ya mak'in me sea sick wit'cha moving de bed like ya do'in."

She turned over again.  "Ah'm sorry Remy but Ah can't help it."  She fluffed her pillows before she turned over again.  She let out a long exasperating breath, "It's no use!  Ah can't sleep!"  She flipped over in the bed again.

Dis crazy.  "Chere its ..."  He looked at the clock on the  night stand on his side of the bed.  "... four o'clock in de morning.  I need my rest.  Cyke schedule me for a solo session tomorrow," he yawned then turned over toward the far wall.

Rogue laid still for a minute or two watching Remy's form in the gray light of the room.  He's breathing evenly.  How dare he be able to sleep!  She picked up one pillow into the air striking it hard across his head.

Remy jumped out of the bed, nearly falling in the floor.  "OW!!"  He cut on the side lamp.  "Wha' de Hell wrong wit'cha now?"  He yelled as he rubbed his head where the pillow landed.

"Ah can't sleep and yah're ignoring me!!"

He cocked his head to one side and squinted at her, "Wha'?"  He let out a short breath.  Then all clarity came to him as he began to smile.  His eyes flashed momentarily bright red.  "Ya wan'na play, Eh?"  He climbed back into the bed beside her, turning the side lamp off as he went.

She cuddled close in his arms.  "Well no, Ah hadn't thought 'bout it."

"Neither had I until ya woke me up.  Now wha' say ya?"  He let his eyes flash again in the pale light.  "Ya know it always makes'ya sleepy."

"Remy?"

He nuzzled close to her ear, "Yeah Chere."

"Ah think Ah wan'ta take that home pregnancy test now."

"Now?"

She shook her head up and down, "Well Ah want be able tah rest until Ah know and Hank's not due back until around seven."  She started to pull out of his arms.

"Where ya go'in?  What 'bout ya're sickness and dizzy spells?"

"Ah've been feeling like mahself for the past several hours."

Gambit sat up in the bed, "Well ... wha' 'bout me Chere?"  He watched as she got out of the bed.  I don't believe dis.  She wakes me up, gets me all anxious, den leaves.  He watched her pick up the small pink box then turn to go into the bathroom.  "Well ... let me know how it turns out."  He reclined back down on his side of the bed.  Women!!

When Rogue came back out of the bathroom, she found Remy fast asleep.  Welp, guess Ah'll tell him in the morning ... maybe.  A smile played on her face as she carefully climbed back in beside him.  Knowing the answer to her big question, she soon drifted off to sleep.

"No!"

"Didn't I say I was sorry for falling asleep on ya last night?"

"Yes."

"Well den?"

Rogue sat on the side of their bed.  She was already dressed, ready to go see Hank.  She watched as Remy finished pulling on his combat gear.  So far ... so good.  She had not been hit with her usual bout of nausea as of yet, that doesn't mean Ah want though.  "Yah'll know soon 'enough."

Dat tares it!  Gambit gave her a sharp stare as he passed by her on the way to the bathroom.  I find dat test and wan' need ta ask her.  Show her who's boss.

Rogue leaned forward on the bed.  She could see Gambit going through the trash can, cabinets and towel closet.  A smile played on her lips.  "What'cha look'in for Cajun?"

"Non of ya business!"  He said as he slammed yet another drawer closed.

"Mah, mah.  Aren't we testy this morn'in."

Gambit came to stand in the bathroom doorway.  She looks 'jis like de cat dat swallowed de Canary.  "Where is it Rogue?"

"Where's what?"

He took a step toward her, "Ya know wha' I talk'in 'bout.  Where is it?"  He took another step toward her.

"Honestly Remy Ah believe yah imagining things."  She scooted the the far end of the bed.

"Am I?"  He raised an eyebrow.

Before she could move, Gambit had traversed the distance to where she was about to jump from the bed.  "Gotcha!"  He used his weight to knock her down on the bed as he landed on top of her.

Ut oh!  He pinned her to the bed.  Her powers were still off for another hour or so, but if she could just reach her bracelet.

"Oh no ya don't!"  At this point, Gambit possessed far more superior strength than Rogue.  He caught both her wrist then pinned them above her head.  "Fork it over!"

Rogue was trying to catch her breath.  Her chest raised then lowered rapidly as she struggled to get free of him.  She looked helplessly up at her attacker.  "Get 'OFF' me Remy, yah're heavy!!"

"Non I not.  I not even have my weight down on ya."  He raised up to show her that he indeed was not resting on her.  He had both legs on either side her.  Most of he weight was concentrated on his knees and legs.  "When ya show me or tell me wha' I want ..."  He let his eyes rake over her wanton position on the bed.  "... maybe I'll let'cha go."  He let his eyes flash briefly.

"Yah know Ah sorta recall that this is ..."  She clamped her mouth shut when she realized that she was about to reveal to him what he wanted to know.  Man!  He's sneaky!

"I have ways of mak'in ya talk Chere?"  He let his eye browse flex up and down in a suggestive fashion.

"Ah 'jis bet yah do."  Knowing him, he'll try tah seduce it out of me.  Well that want work this time.  She set her mouth in a thin line of determination as she started to struggled more.

Sounds like a challenge ta me.  Gambit used his free hand to traced down Rogue's arm to just above her breast.  Without warning he quickly moved his hand to her underarm and started tickling her.

Rogue squealed and shrieked in laughter.  "Stop it!  Stop it!!  STOP IT!!"  She yelled at him as he continued to torture her.

"Ya gon'na tell me!!"

"Yes!  YES!!"  She laughed.  "YES!!"

Satisfied with her her submission.  "No funny business Chere or Gambit  be forced ta jump ya again."  He warned.

"All raht ... All raht, 'jis ... let me ... up and Ah'll ... tell ... ya."  She said as she tried to catch her breath.

"O.K."  He jumped off of her, landing beside her in the middle of the bed.

Rogue slowly sat up.  "Whew!"  She exclaimed as she let out a cleansing breath.  "Yah rough when ya wanta be."

"Ya stalling."  He said as he folded his combat boots under him then folded his arms across his chest.

"All raht."  She reached into her leather jacket's inside pocket.  "Here."  She shoved an object toward him to take.

Gambit studied the small piece of plastic that he took from her hand.  "Dis is wha' was inside dat lit'le box?"

"Yeah, that an a lot of directions."  She shrugged.

He studied the object more closely.  It looked as though it was two sections joined together that made a  six inches long stick with a square opening in the middle.  Inside the opening there was a sponge like substance that had a prominent blue stripe across it.  "And dis means ...?"

"It's blue Remy."

"I can see dat Chere.  Wha' dat means?"

Oh for the love of  Pete!!.  "Yah, Jean, Storm and even Bishop were raht."

Gambit's mouth fell open.  He dropped the stick in shock.  "Chere!!"

"Yep.  Ah am very much pregnant."