Rogue glanced at the clock for the fifth time in three minutes. Remy had told her he'd only be gone for several hours and that he'd be home before midnight. Well now it was two in the morning and still no sign of her husband. He had been doing this for several weeks now, he'd go out dressed up nice and wouldn't return until the wee hours of the morning and then he'd be so drunk he couldn't walk straight. She'd warned him to stop but he still left and didn't come back until late. Rising from the couch she decided that if he wouldn't come home she'd go search for him herself. Grabbing her coat off the rack she slipped her boots on and exited their house. Climbing into their ferrari she turned the car on and pulled out of the driveway.

Zooming down the street she scanned the area for places he might have wandered off to. Since he always walked to where ever he was going she assumed it was closeby, within walking distance perferably. Seeing a strip bar called 'Peek-a-Boobz' Rogue frowned. He wouldn't go there, would he? Seeing various men walking out of the place with scantily dressed women she sighed. It was exactly the sort of place Remy would go. She knew he wasn't faithful to her, even though she had the bracelet that could turn off her powers so she could have physical contact, she knew she was never enough to quench his ever lasting thirst for women. He was a lover by nature, but not a husband. Parking the ferrari she rose from the car and walked up to the doors. Gathering up her courage she pushed the doors open and walked into the room.

The smell of booze and sweat permeated her senses and caused her to momentarily choke. Over coming the strong smells she pushed through the crowd of gathered men and searched for her evasive husband. Seeing a flash of auburn hair, Rogue turned towards that area and pushed through the people around her. The sight that greeted her was none too pleasant.

Amongst a swarm of scantily dressed women Remy was sitting at a booth with multiple bottles of beer and cigars in front of him. The women sitting with him couldn't keep their hands off him, they were touching him everywhere, especially in the places Rogue thought that only SHE should go. Knocking the women away from him she slapped him in the face.

"What in tarnation are ya doin' heah Remy!" Anger was apparent in her southern drawl that had noticebly deepened. "Get yo' lousy ass off that chaiah an' come with meh now!" Remy stood at his wife's orders and wobbled next to her.

"Roguey, chere, wha's wrong? Remy can' go have a beer ever' once in a while?" He wobbled as he spoke, swaying from side to side. Grabbing his arm Rogue started to lead him out of the bar.

"Just shut up and follow meh Remy." As much as she loved her husband right now she couldn't deal with him. Finding him in the arm's of another woman, women! she corrected herself, and drinking so much was just too hard to understand. Driving home she ignored his constant ramblings and helped him into the house when they arrived back at their house. The one thing that Rogue had enjoyed being married to Remy was the large amounts of money he had, shopping became one of her favorite things to do when Remy was gone and she did it as often as she could. Plopping her intoxicated husband onto the couch she stared into his eyes and lifted his head so his red on black eyes met her green ones.

"You are gonna sleep, and when you wake up, meh an' you are gonna have a nice long talk." Pushing her husband down so he could lay back on the couch Rogue went to her bedroom. When she closed the door to her bedroom it was as if the flood gates opened up and the reality of the situation hit her full on. Tears poured down her face as she realized what a mess her life had become. At first her marriage to Remy had been picture perfect, he had spent all of his time showing her just how much he loved her. But now, Rogue wondered if he had ever really loved her at all. Picking up the phone she dialed the mansion's number, ever since Remy had started going out she had relied more and more on her friends at the X-Mansion.

"Hello?" The voice on the other end was deep and gruff, Rogue realized abrubtly it was Logan.

"Logan? Is that you?" Her voice was broken and rough, she knew immeditately that Logan realized she had been crying.

"Yes? Rogue, have ya been cryin'?" His voice was like silk on her skin, brushing pleasantly through her.

"Yeah, are any of tha otha gals there?" Rogue was desperate for some girl talk with some of her female friends from the mansion and she really needed to talk to them right now.

"No, the X-Babes are off onna mission of their own, right now I'm the only one at tha mansion." His voice beheld the worry she knew was etched on his face.

"Oh, ah guess ah could always call back lata." A whimper escaped her lips and she started to cry harder.

"Rogue, do ya need me ta come over?" She could sense the urgency in his voice and she knew he would do anything for her.

"Please, ah really need somebody ta talk ta." Taking a deep breath she tried to calm herself.

"I'll be right over."

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When Logan had received Rogue's call he had been in the middle of watching a recorded football game, despite the late hour he had found that he couldn't sleep and figured he might as well watch football. Going into the garage he got onto his harley and sped off into the night. Heading towards the Lebeau mansion he thought over how distressed Rogue had sounded. His heart constricted as he thought of all the possibilities of what had hurt her so. He could see her sitting on the couch with the phone in her hand tears streaming down her cheeks as struggled to speak to him. He pushed back the thought and pulled up into their mansion. They'd certainly down well for themselves as he saw the black ferrari parked in the driveway.

Getting off his harley he walked up to the door and knocked. Rogue opened the door and launched herself into his arms. She hadn't changed a bit in the time since he last saw her. Her auburn hair with white streaks was still soft in his hands, her green eyes still shone but tonight they shown with tears and her porcelin skin was tear streaked as he held her close. Seeing that her bracelet was activated so it was okay to touch her skin he kissed her forhead and walked her into the house, her still in his arms. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist as she hugged him tightly. He walked over to the couch and saw Remy asleep on it so he decided to take her to the bedroom.

Walking through the immense house he found the bedroom and placed the crying woman on the bed. He sat next to her and held her close still. She put her face to his chest and hugged him tightly. Her sobs slowly receded as Logan soothed her. Her tears stopped falling and she whimpered as he pulled her back.

"What's wrong Rogue?" He asked softly. Her green eyes were red and swollen from her tears and she swallowed and tried to regain her composure.

"Remy, was at a bar and he was drinkin' and he was smokin' and he had women, oh Gawd tha women were everyahwhere Logan! They were touchin' him in tha places onlyah ah'm supposed ta go and he just sat there and encouraged it!" She started crying again and Logan fought the incredible urge to beat the crap out of her husband.

"It's okay Rogue, it's all gonna be okay." Slowly Rogue relaxed into Logan's grasp and she fell asleep in his arms. Logan laid her back onto the bed and covered her with the blanket before rising from the bed. He went back to the living room and watched Remy sleep on the couch. He wanted to hit him so badly, the smell of booze and cheap perfume was heavy in the air and it threatened to choke him. Going back into the bedroom he stopped and stared at the sight that greeted him.

Rogue looked so peaceful on the bed. Her auburn hair was falling into her face, he knew it was soft and would feel so good wrapped around his hands if he just touched it. Shaking his head he admired her porcelin skin and wished he could run his hands across it just once. He'd never been able to touch her once she was a full grown woman. When she was younger he'd touched her when her powers were in full blast to save her from certain death but now that she was a woman he found himself longing for more than just a touch to save. No he wanted to touch for pleasure. He longed to hold her in his arms, take her to his bed and show her how a woman should be treated instead of leaving her at home while he pranced around the town with random chicks like her husband did.

Climbing into the bed next to her he laid down and watched her sleep. She was so beautiful that he longed to show her his love. After he'd broken her heart like Remy had he had never felt so much regret in his life. He loved her, he never stopped. He was just so frustrated and angry that she accepted Remy so quickly that it had worn his patience through. He'd left after their last fight, he'd gone to Canada again and worked off his steam. When he'd gotten home the news of Rogue and Remy's marriage left him in a fit of anger and guilt. That man had moved in so fast to take what was rightfully Logan's that it had pissed him off for a long time.

His anger had slowly faded and now was just a dull ache in his heart as he thought of the woman he loved. Bringing himself back to the present he closed his eyes and his mind was filled with the many moments of her smiling face. God that woman was beautiful. Logan's last thoughts of the night were of Rogue and how much he loved her.

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(A/N) Hey everybody! This is the sequel to My Love Is True. I know a lot of you have been waiting patiently and I thank you for your patience, I hope yall like this story and please don't forget to review! -Sabeybaby