"Come in."

Jean peaked around the corner of Rogue's door.  "May I come in?"

"Sure Jean,"  she motioned for her to enter.

Jean stepped around the side of Storm's chair.  "Hello Storm."  She gave Storm an odd look.  "Why don't you take a break for a while?  I can sit with her."

Storm looked from Rogue to Jean then back again.  "O.K."  She got up out of her chair.

"Bishop called in.  He said that he was bringing pizza for everyone.  Three Supreme's with everything and two Vegetarian style ones."

"Oh my!  I think I will go wait for him in the kitchen then."  She turned to Rogue, "What type would you like for me to get for you?"

"Ummmm bring me a couple slices of the Supreme."

"The more you gain the more you will have to take off,"  warned Storm.

"Oh ... in that case, bring me a couple slices of the veggie one."

"Jean?"

"I'll take the veggie one too."  She smiled at Rogue.

"Very well.  I shall return shortly."  Storm smiled as she turned then quietly went out of the door.

Jean fidgeted with her fingers.  She looked all around Rogue's room.  "Oh! The bassinets are lovely Rogue.  A present from Remy?"

"Yeah."  She watched the other woman.  "Jean, it does not take a telepath tah see that yah wanna talk tah me 'bout some'thin Sugah."

"What makes you think that?"  She nervously twisted her hands one around the other.

"Yah tangle yah fingers anymore we'll need Houdini tah get them loose."  Rogue nodded in her direction.
 
"Oh."  Jean guiltily pulled her hands apart.

Rogue gestured for her to take Storm's seat. She waited until Jean was seated before she continued.  "Welp, spit it out."

'Spit it out.'    "O.K. ... here goes."  She chewed on her bottom lip as she searched for the right words.  "I'm afraid that I'm not ... dealing ... with your present condition ... very well."  Jean looked away in shame.

Rogue sat back in surprise. "Oh?"

Jean lowered her head as she turned back toward Rogue.  "That's why I did not come first thing this morning like I was suppose to with Storm."

"Well ... Jean ... Ah ..."

"It's not your fault or problem ..."  She interrupted.  "... It's all my fault and all my problem.  I know it is wrong, but I can not help it.  Scott and I have been trying for so long and ...... well ........... can you ever forgive me?"

Rogue had been so caught up in her own problems that she had not even contemplated how this would affect the others in the team.  "Oh mah Sugah.  There ain't nu'thin tah forgive.  Ah understand yah feelings completely.  It's like when Ah couldn't touch but all of yah'll could.  That always made me so sad."

Jean looked up at her, "Yes ... I guess it is sort of like that ... isn't it?"  She smiled.  "You're right."

Rogue nodded, Yes.  "Ah'm so sorry, but there's nu'thin Ah can do tah ......"  Her voice trailed off.  She sat up in the bed as an idea came to her.  "Since it's mah understanding that one baby is a handful, two will be 'jis down raht overwhelming.  So, Ah tell yah what?"

"What?"

"How would yah and Cyke like being God Parents?"

"God Parents?"

"Yeah.  If'in anything happens tah me and Remy, yah'll can help rais'em."

Jean mulled the idea around in her head.  "That is so kind of you.  But you don't have to..."

Rogue chuckled.  "Ah wouldn't call it 'kind' 'jis yet.  Wait 'til yah and Scott baby-sit a couple times then yah let me know if'in yah still consider it's 'kind.'"  She laughed.

Jean smiled as she leaned over to pat Rogue's gloved hand.  "Thank you."  She beamed at the other woman.  "I can't wait to tell Cyclops!"

"And don'cha worry none.  Ah 'jis bet yah and Scott will be expectin a little one any time now."

"That would be wonderful."  She sat back in her chair.  "You are so sweet.  How did Remy ever get so lucky?"

With the mentioning of Gambit's name, Rogue remembered that she was mad at him.  She bristled instantly, "Ah don't know if'in he's lucky or not!"  She grated between clinched teeth.  "He will be lucky if'in Ah don't strangle him 'bout wrecking on that bike this morning!"

"Wreck?  What wreck?"