Warren smiled over his shoulder at the beautiful red head.  "Don't read too much into this.  With most of the team gone, my name was next on the list for kitchen detail."  He grimaced.

Jean looked around, "Where's Bishop?  Where's Remy?  Have they already eaten?"

Warren sat her plate full of piping hot breakfast over on the table near a glass of juice, along with the proper utensils for her to use, then he went over to the sink.  "Remy came down for his and Rogue's tray about ten minutes ago.  Bishop grumbled something about only wanting juice.  He went upstairs to straightened his and Storm's room before he and I go to the market."

"Isn't that cute.  He misses Storm."  Jean gushed as she pulled out her chair to sit down.  She parted off a section of the eggs. Scooping them up into her mouth, she chewed, then swallowed.  Arch Angel waited by the sink, for her approval.  "Warren, they're delicious."

"Really?  I thought perhaps I was a little heavy with the pepper."  He turned back to washing the dishes.

Jean shook her head, "No ..."  She bit down on a piece of crispy bacon.  "... everything is wonderful."  She chewed.  "We are going to have to get you into the kitchen more often."

A blue jean and T-shirt clad Bishop came into the room from the main hallway.  He spotted Jean sitting at the table eating.  "Morning Jean."  Her mouth was full of food so she only nodded back.  He then turned to Warren, "Are you about ready to go?"

"Sure ..."  Warren rinsed a large frying pan off then placed it into the dish drainer.  "Just let me wash the other pan and we can leave."

Jean swallowed some of her juice.  Placing the glass back down on the table, "Never mind that Warren, I can finish for you.  I'm sure Remy and Rogue aren't finished yet.  Besides, judging from the amount of juice in my glass, you two need to go in a hurry."

"He's just trying to stall so he want have to use the inducer Jean."

Warren faked a shocked look.  "Who ... me?  Never."  He laid his hand over his heart.

Jean giggled and Bishop rolled his eyes up into his head.  "Well you don't have an excuse anymore.  I don't mind finishing."

Warren conceded defeat.  He turned to dry his hands off on some paper towels.  "Don't forget the list Bishop."

Bishop patted his left back pocket.  "Got it right here."  He turned to go out of the side door.  "I'll be waiting in my truck."

Warren watched the other man leave as he tossed the paper towels into the garbage can under the sink.  "Welp, I guess that is my Que."  He grinned at Jean who was still eating.  "Be back in a little while."  He followed Bishop out of the door.

With both men gone, Jean could eat in peace.  The kitchen was so still, so quiet.  She listened carefully for any other sounds emanating from the house.  Nothing.   Thinking back to a time when everyone was at home, the fights over which movie video to watch, which show to watch on the main TV and who got the last piece of pizza or last kernel of popcorn. They were certainly a loud bunch.

Then her train of thought shifted.  Jean thought about how Storm and Bishop had finally come together.  She thought about how Warren and Betsy were always at each other's throat, but still managed to love each other.  Then she thought about her and Scott.  How he still managed to be a strong leader, while only letting her see the more tender side of him.  Then she thought of Remy and Rogue's volatile relationship.  That couple has really suffered a lot to be together.  "Life definitely has it crooks and turns."  But without the crooks and turns, everything would be so dull.

*knock* *knock*

"Come in."  Rogue called out.

Jean poked her head inside Rogue's room.  "Is it all right I come in?"

Gambit wiped his mouth with a napkin as he sat back in his chair.  "Sure Chere ..."  He waved.  " 'Jis finish'in breakfast."  He tossed the napkin down into his plate then sat it on Rogue's night stand.

Jean tipped-toed in.  "Good morning to the both of you."

"Morning Sugah."  Rogue place her plate on top of Remy's.

"Morn'in Chere."

Jean peered around the back of Gambit's chair.  "Rogue, do you need me to do anything for you?"

She shook her head, No.  "Nah Sugah."  Then she thought about her and Jean's talk on the previous night.  "Oh!  Remy.  Ah meant tah tell yah that Ah asked Jean if'in her and Cyke would be Godparents?"   Rogue watched the expression on Gambit's face.  She did not think that he looked too pleased but he quickly masked it with a brilliant smile.

Gambit had raised one eyebrow, but was careful to keep his thoughts hidden.  "Really?  Dat'll be great!"  He lied.  The last thing he wanted was for his children to be raised by a uptight, stick-up-your-_sshole like Scott Somers.  "Did she accept?"

"Well I haven't had time to tell Scott yet, but I'm sure it will be all right with him."  She said gleefully from behind him.

"Wonderful."  Gambit did not know how long he could hide the distaste he was feeling.  He pushed up out of his chair, picking up the empty plates, he put them on the tray.  "I best go wash dese."

Jean came forward to take the tray out of his hand.  "Nonsense ..."  She grabbed the other side of the tray.  "I promised Warren I would finish washing up for him while he and Bishop go to the market."

Good.  "O. K. Chere."  Gambit released the tray.  "I help Chere get dressed for de day den I'll meet you in Cyke's office later ta discuss some t'ings, nes'pat?"

Jean balanced the tray on one fore arm as she made her way toward the door.  "O.K. Remy."  She turned the knob to open the door.  "See you later."  Then she was gone, closing the door behind her.

Gambit turned on Rogue as soon as he felt Jean going down the stairway.  "Rogue, how could ya do somet'ing like dat?"  He bit out.

Rogue was shocked at his attitude.  "Like what?"

"Ya done gone and asked Jean and Scott ta be 'Godparents' ta de chi'lin ... 'our' chi'lin, wit'out consulting me first!  I wanted ta ask Storm and Pup!  I don' wan' Scott rais'in my chi'lin!"  He gestured wildly.  "He'll have dem salut'in by de time dey one year old."  He grimaced.

Rogue laughed.  "Really Sugah.  Ah think yah might be a bit exaggerating.  Scott's not that bad, once yah get tah know him."

"How de Hell ya gonna know him?  All he does is bark out orders and look disapproving at'cha!"

"Now Remy, yah're being ridiculous.  He will be perfect in rais'in the children with manners and respect for others."

"And yah saying Pup and Storm want?"

Ut Oh!  "No Remy.  Don't put words into mah mouth.  Ah don't see why we can have more then one set of Godparents anyway.  We're having more than one child, aren't we?  If yah like we can assign a set of parents for each child."  She shrugged.  "Besides, Ah did not know what else tah tell Jean when she told me last night that she was jealous of mah being with child."

"Oh."  Gambit had not thought of that possibility.  Now he had to rethink his earlier thought.  The last thing he wanted was to hurt Jean's feelings.  I understand it now.  "I see where ya com'in from.  Is she all right now?"

Rogue pointed toward the door, "Yah see how she lit up when Ah mentioned it, didn't 'cha?"

Gambit had to admit that Jean did look happy about the responsibility.  The last thing he wanted was for anyone to feel bad about his children coming into the world.  Besides, Jean had helped him out of so many squirmishes with Scott.  "O.K. Chere.  Ya win.  'Jis next time ya get ready ta make a monumental decision concerning dem ..."  He patted her round stomach briefly.  "... let Gambit in on it."

"Ah will Sugah."  Rogue screwed up her face as she thought about Jean's parting statement.  "What do yah have tah see Jean 'bout around noon Remy?"

Ooops!  Big mouth!  T'ink quick Lebeau.  "I gonna show her de paper Hank gave me on how ta take care of ya Chere.  I figure dat she can help me monitor ya."

"Oh, O.K."  Rogue was surprised when she felt an odd pane of jealousy.  "Will yah be with her long?"

Gambit shrugged, "Don' know.  I guess as long as it takes." 

Gambit had helped Rogue shower and dress in a clean nightdress.  He checked her vital signs then wrote everything down in a small pad that he'd said Hank had given him to track her progress.  He then babbled something about contacting Hank then working out in the gym, before he brought her, her lunch later.

Rogue was left alone.  She frowned at the talk show host on the TV in front of her. The topic for the day held some interest for her. Something about cheating boyfriends and the women who still loved them.  What a bunch of losers, she thought.

Looking down at her ever rounding abdomen, Rogue then thought of how Jean still had her hour glass figure. She tried her best to ignore the 'green-eyed monster' that threaten to raise it's head in her mind.  Moving her hands in circular motion, she rubbed her tummy possessively.  Then she thought about how her and Gambit use to make love sometimes into the early morning hours. Don't get me wrong babies, Ah wouldn't trade yah for nu'tin in this world, but Ah really miss being close tah yah Daddy.    She let out a mournful sigh.  Ah just hope that the memories are enough tah hold him.