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“Remy…are you gettin’ shit for bein’ with me? For havin’ a mixed baby? Cuz Ah was just tryin’ to look up mixed hair care and the fuckin’ comments on the videos…” So much vitriol for ‘trying to make whiter babies with whiter hair’, as though that had had anything to do with how she’d ended up pregnant.

He wasn't sure where it was coming from, her question. Stopping in the course of buttoning his shirt, he turned to look at her, concern wiping any smile that might have been building away. She looked upset, the way she held herself, and Remy couldn't handle anyone making her look like that.

Remy was holding Rogue cradled against him in the bathtub, his arms around her, hands carefully placed on the bump of their growing child. He knew she was having a hard time sleeping in the mansion. Between the noise and the worry for the other X-Men every time they went on a mission, she was slowly driving herself insane. He'd tried to make it as manageable as possible, but it was taking its toll on her.

"We should go 'way," he told her, pressing his lips to the top of her head. "You 'n' me, go to Nawlins fo' a bit, stay in my 'ouse an' relax. I ain't been back 'n a few years. Could make y' gumbo e'eryday an' take care o' y' an' the bebe."

He'd thought about it a lot, taking Rogue away, getting her somewhere where she could relax. Taking her home made sense to him. He wanted to show her the places that he loved, the people that had made New Orleans a home for a street rat like him.

"I ain't goin' nowhere, chere," the declaration was weak, considering the pool of blood beneath him and the way each breath was a struggle. Even keeping his eyes open so he could look at her was difficult, but he wouldn't look away, not if this was the last time he ever got to see her. He wanted to die with the vision of Rogue being the last thing he saw.

"Take's mo' dan Sabretooth t' keep Gambit down," he coughed, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. "Gonna be jus' fine, me."

He could hear the sounds of the battle being wrapped up, the Brotherhood retreating and the X-Men gathering together. Good. They'd won. For now.

His cheek tickled. That was the first thing that Remy noticed. The second was the hair that was dangling above him, ends brushing his skin as Rogue leaned over him, pressing her lips to his. He cracked open his eyes, barely enough to see her, and smiled, stretching his body in the bed.

"Jus' tryin' t' get some bus'ness done, sha. You go on t' bed. Remy be up inna minute. Gotta send one more email."

He looked away from the computer to Rogue, smiling at the way she was starting to fill out his shirt that she'd stolen. There was a noticeable bump from this angle, one that Remy loved to see. Knowing that she was carrying his baby- their baby- made something in his heart melt.

"Got the AC up, me. Thought we might like t' not swear out b'fore we even get settled. I'll go turn it down."

He pulled Rogue into the house- mansion really- stopping in the foyer. It was large, but it was home, full of art he'd made and collected over the years. This was where he went when he needed a break, his sanctuary. It was only fitting that he brought Rogue here.