'Gotta fix this. I just gotta fix it.' I repeated as a mantra in my head, as I prepared myself for yet another trip back in time. It was decided. I'd go back to the time when Joelle sought me out, and say 'no'. No, I ain't going with you. No, I can't leave my family behind to risk my life for someone I've never seen before. And especially, cut the bullshit, I know you ain't looking for some miracle cure for your daughter, mama.

I tell her about my decision and she doesn't seem too pleased.

"Remy, are you sure about this? You went back, solved some things and screwed others." She trailed off.

"I can't think of a single thing I screwed up. Got Anna to have my baby, got married to her. Even got the Professor to solve her powers puzzle before he had in my timeline through a simple phone call. I reached out to you, and you, you got what you wanted, didn't you, chére?" I say while opening and closing my wardrobe doors, looking for a new pack of cards. Better be prepared than sorry.

"Well, as far as I know, you screwed ME up..." She gave it a pause and added sarcastically "Chére" I stop what I'm doing and lock eyes with her. Her blue eyes are colder than a witch's tit, but I still hold our gaze right there.

"Say what? I guess it's quite the opposite." I can't bring myself to hate the woman for some unknown reason, but the truth is that she's the one who put me in trouble. I run a hand through my hair, trying and failing to disguise the anger that's boiling up inside of me. I don't know how she did it, but it's clear that she broke Anna and me apart. How could I have chosen her over Anna is all I wanted to understand. They are both smoking hot, make no mistake. I'm not talking about her looks, but what each of them means to me. I've loved Anna for over a decade now. How could I leave that and the family we've built for a fling, an adrenaline rush of excitement? Never thought I could be that stupid. It doesn't make any sense to me. And yet, she accuses me of screwing her up. Now that will be interesting.

"You made me fall for you, Remy. The other Joelle, the one from the letter, seemed resigned to her fate. She liked you, but she still wanted to go. She had enough of life and nothing mattered to her anymore. Even though you were a great distraction, her daughter was gone, her meaning for life was nonexistent."

"I didn't do anything for you to love me, Joelle. Not in this timeline, I guess. I helped you out, that was all I did, non?"

"The way she described you on that letter, you were a prince, the kindest man I had the pleasure of meeting in all my long life. The affair of yours, it all looked like something out of a movie. And there was also what I had seen when you came over to deliver the letter five years ago. You were a gentleman, so kind, and so handsome, this bad boy style of yours made my mouth water. Remy Le Beau, a charming devil but still so gracious, generous enough to take the time to reach me, keeping your word and doing what you promised to the Joelle in your timeline you would do. I fell for you, Remy. Can you blame me?"

"Joelle, I…" I was lost for words. 'Sorry, chére. I so have no time for this right now' I thought. Sighing, I continued. "So if I hadn't gone back, you wouldn't have such high opinion of me? Is that what you're saying?" I ask her, brows dipping in confusion.

"You're so damn sexy with all this charm of yours. I'm in love with you. You gave me a reason to keep going. And I guess that doesn't sit quite well with your plans, does it?"

"Joelle, don't be foolish. I don't want you to die for me to live my life. Mon Dieu, where do you get these ideas from?"

"But I'm still standing in your way, aren't I? And yes, I've been a bitch to you. You don't know half of it." She then proceeds to tell me all the times she pretended to Anna that she and I were having a relationship. Apparently, me and her, we have never had sex in this time frame. So, she lied to me. She even sent my Anna away when she came over to tell me she was pregnant. No wonder my wife is so broken-hearted. I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose. Man, I didn't see that one coming.

Hearing her confessions hurt me a little, I have to admit. It hurts to know that someone you helped out, you considered a friend, above all things, has been stabbing you on your back all along. I narrow my eyes at her. She was always like that, wasn't she? I thought I was one step ahead of her, only to fall on my own ass. The truth is I never knew who she really was, and the mystery was what really kept me going. I have a taste for danger, I know. The woman whose family is in the business of killing people, the girl who'll suck the life out of you if you touch her and the mysterious bad ass woman who conned me at a gala.

"You shouldn't be looking for a reason to live anywhere but within yourself, you know?" I comment lightly, still keeping my cool. She simply nods her head in response. "Well, anyways, that's even the more reason for me to go and clear things up with Anna." I add.

"You don't have to go. You could just tell her. I could tell her if you let me."

"You've done more than enough." I comment sarcastically. I tell her to keep a watch on the door. I have to concentrate, gather all the kinetic energy I can possibly hold within me. It was much easier to pull this feat while my omega powers were intact. Now, it takes time and effort, it takes all of me, really. "If you as much as open the door, the particles I'm manipulating, all that kinetic energy, it could cause an explosion, you understand that? So don't try to stop me and stop anyone who shows up, okay?"

She agrees and I retreat to my office and lock up the door. I don't know how long passes me by when I hear in the distance some female voices. Could it be that Anna has come over? Impossible. She hates me right now, would never come here out of the blue. It must be the old lady from across the hall, she's always bothering me. I close my eyes and concentrate.

-O-

The sun was set high in the sky when I finally opened my eyes. The first thought that crosses my mind is Oli. My God! Where's Oli? Did he have his breakfast? Brushed his teeth? Later I learned that Storm neglected her busy schedule to personally take care of him and let me have a well-deserved lie in.

It's only after I get downstairs and see my boy that I remember the previous night resolution.

"Mommy! Mommy!" He shouts out as his eyes get as much as a glimpse of me. He runs my way, he hugs me tight around my legs.

"Hello, mommy's little prince." I say. "Why didn't you show up before in my room? I missed my little alarm clock." I tell him, not sure if he understands the alarm clock teasing. He firmly states he's a boy and not a clock. I chuckle at his innocence and pick him up in my arms, squeezing him into a tight embrace. He's the most beautiful little boy I've ever seen, my heart aches with love for him, so I just go and do what I do best, shower him with little kisses. He's ticklish on his neck, so that's my target. He starts squeaking and giggling. If he were an adult, maybe he would beg me to stop. But not him, when I stop, he asks for more. Oh, our son is just adorable! His pretty face and his full head of brown hair. He's the cutest!

In between giggles, he asks me where his daddy is. I feel that familiar tightness in my chest, a sudden burst of sadness mixed with guilt. It feels like I'm hurting him because I'm keeping him away from his beloved father. Before all this happened, every morning he would skip his way to our bed, and hop on it. Before we knew, he was sandwiched between us. That was the most glorious feeling, waking up to both my favorite men in the whole wide world every day. I realize how much I miss that. But now Remy's happy sleeping with someone else, I sigh as the thought crosses my mind. A pang of jealousy floods my heart and I drown in it.

"I don't know, sugar. He should be here already. Have you looked for him?"

"Mommy, I looked for him everywhere. EVERYWHERE!' He exaggerates his words theatrically. His little arms drawing an imaginary semi-circle over his head. I can't help laughing at his drama.

"Maybe I could help you look for him. What do you say?"

Storm approaches us and tells me I shouldn't be holding him in my arms anymore. When your bump gets too big, it will be harder to cut the habit off abruptly. Non-sense, I tell her. But I go and finally put him down, following her advice subconsciously.

"Where's Remy?" I mouth my words, so Oli wouldn't be too worked up.

"He called in sick early this morning." She states calmly.

"Sick? He never gets sick!" I complain. I take another look at Oli, who's now pulling my skirt, demanding me to go and look for his father. I remember Belladonna's words urging me to consider my son, what this separation is doing to him. He's obviously uncomfortable with this situation. The fact that Remy comes and goes, never stays, has Oli always fretting about his father's whereabouts. He wants to keep tabs on him all the time. That alone strengthens my desire to go and talk to him.

There's also all his efforts to have us back together. Like that time we were discussing what was the best time for him to bring him back to the mansion on a day he was about to spend at his place.

"Daddy, Mommy, why don't you kissy kiss anymore?" We were at loss for words, I remember. I stuttered, he stuttered and in the end, Remy said that mommy was a little angry at daddy, but that I would come around some time and we'd all be together again. Then, he went and cupped my face in his hands and gave me a sweet kiss. I just couldn't fight against it, even though I remember feeling mad at him. His lips touched mine ever so gently that I could hardly feel it. It was just a brush of lips, but the tenderness in his touch acted as a messenger of his still present love and affection.

Naturally, I called him later to lash out at him for that. "You're giving him false hopes! You don't play with his feelings. You can play with mine all you want, but not with his!" I remember saying in exasperation.

'Chére, I ain't playing. With you, I ain't never playing, told you that before. I do have faith that one day you'll come around and see what you're doing to us, and believe me when I say that I never cheated on you."

And so that day has come, or maybe a day for forgiving, at least. How can I trust it that he didn't cheat and Belladonna seems so sure of his innocence? Don't I love him enough? But I do! I do! Why can't I see what she sees? That he loves me with all his heart and could never do such a thing to us? Maybe it's my insecurity. After years of being the odd ball who can't touch anyone, I guess I grew used to the idea that nobody could really love me. It's hard to shed these past life ghosts.

Now one idea crossed my mind, as soon as Remy of the future showed up, maybe a week later, Professor calls me telling me he's figured out why my powers are uncontrollable. Perhaps time-traveling Remy reached out for him and gave him the information he needed, information which maybe the Professor had only figured out way later in his timeline. This hypothesis added more weight to the feeling of guilt trapped in my chest.

I blink my eyes and wake up from my stream of thoughts.

"Storm, would you keep an eye on Oli for me today? I gotta see Remy. I'm gonna get that swamp rat back to me!" Storm shot both her eyebrows as high as they could possibly go.

"Is that so, Anna?" I nodded my head in reply and she eased her expression, her lips curving into a huge smile.

"Go, child. Just go and end this drama. I can't bear to see you guys broken like that. I can't vouch for most people, but for his fidelity, I do. You know why? I know that man is completely crazy for you." Oh great! Storm repeating Belladonna's speech. I felt like talking about all the evidence but gave up. Maybe they are right, and I'm wrong. Woman of little faith! Maybe he didn't. I have to open my heart to that possibility. I'll go and listen to him, I'll really let him speak this time. And, when I get furious, if I get furious, that is, I have to promise myself I won't lunge at his lips. Those angry kisses make no sense at all. Fuck, Anna, you know that man's smell alone make your panties drop! But I gotta promise myself, no accidents this time!

I rush to my bedroom. As I pick something to wear, I realize I got something outrageously sexy, a dress that shows a bit too much cleavage which has in the past proved to make Remy unable to focus on anything else, but on my 'insane tits'. His words, not mine. Probably best not to wear that one, I decide, and throw it on the bed without a second look at it.

I settle for something less provoking, sporting a scoop neck and a bump-flattering Empire waist dress, its hem rests just above my knees and there's a romantic feel to it. Feeling confident about what the future holds, I get into my car and off I speed to his apartment building.

I ring his bell and I can't help a bad feeling creep into my soul. I remember the day I went there to tell him I was pregnant and Joelle answered the door. I try hard to keep my emotions in check, no sorrows will help me now.

Surprise, surprise. It's her again at the door. I take a deep breath, I shoot this intense glare at her and cross my arms over my chest.

"I'd like to see Remy." I speak firmly. She sighs, not caring to disguise she's not thrilled to see me.

"He's busy, Rogue. We're busy." Joelle replies with an arched brow and smirks victoriously at me.

"Really? Oh well, maybe I can join you, guys." I say in a bold attempt to piss her off. I ran a finger on a lock of her hair. I laugh inwardly at that. Remy would love to see that scene.

"No, Rogue. You can't see him. He's busy, it's not what you're thinking or what I'm implying to tease you. I really can't let you in."

"I want to see him." I repeat myself, speaking a little louder than necessary. "Is he even here?" I add, pushing her to the side and making my way inside. She loses her calm poise and follows me in, shouting at me. Tentatively, she tried to hold me by my shoulder, the look I gave her made her stop in her tracks, though.

"Rogue, you can't! You can't come in here! I mean it! He asked me to stop anyone who showed up, especially you." I stare at her incredulously. This couldn't possibly be happening. Again, I push her out of my way and she tries to hold me "I don't want to hurt you, please."

"Hurt me? Don't make me laugh! Where is he?" I ask, only to go speechless as I see the space between his bedroom door and the floor glowing pink.

"Is he? He can't possibly be this stupid. Tell me he isn't…" I babble.

"Time traveling? Of course, he is about to do that. He wants you to love him again and will do anything to have your love and trust back."

I walk purposefully to the door and hold the knob, when Joelle stops me.

"Don't open it! It could cause a blast, he's told me." She warns me. "He'd die if anything happens to you, Rogue. He loves you, can't you see? He loves you and he's never cheated on you." She adds earnestly.

I narrow my eyes at her and I start banging on the door with closed fists.

"Remy! Remy! Please! Don't go, Remy!" I shout out. I can feel a vibration on the door. He's manipulating molecules, manipulating strands of time, probably about to disappear into another time. The pink glow flickers. He must have heard me.

"Remy, please. Stay! I wanna talk to you." I scream at the top of my lungs. "Goddamn it, Remy! Open up. I love you! I love you, okay? Now don't go fucking with time again. I love you, you…" The pink glow disappears in an instant.

Before I could finish my sentence with '…you asshole' the door swings open and out of it comes my man.

"Come again, chére? What did you say?" He says with a smirk.

"I said I want to talk to you."

"Non, you said something else." He walks towards me and only stops when our legs were almost touching. Towering over me, he touches my hair lovingly and looks down at me. My eyes meet his piercing gaze, and I can feel my legs turning to jelly. "You don't remember what you said? In that case, well, I have to go back in." And just like that, he turns on his heels.

"I love you, you idiot." I say through gritted teeth. He turns around and there's a knockout smile stamped on his face. Joelle, whose presence I had totally forgotten about, chuckles lightly at me calling him that. I steal a quick look at her over my shoulder and she simply puts her hands up as a sign of surrender.

"I give up. Seriously, I do! You guys were made for each other." She said with a weak smile, and heads to the guest bedroom. "I'll give you space. I'm glad you managed to stop him, Rogue. I told him he'd end up fucking something up with yet another time-travel. Apparently, I was eager to close the curtains of my long life, then he comes over to the past, leaves me this letter, acts so cool and makes me fall in love with him. Now I'm this person who still longs to live, to have something like what you guys have. Sorry for trying, Rogue. You know how irresistible he is better than anyone else."

I crossed my arms over my chest and frowned, disbelief spread across my face.

"I'm sorry, Joelle." Remy says. I could see he really meant it. "You know how we were a couple back in my timeline. But it was never you, I'm sorry. It was always her."

"So you did fuck Joelle!" I couldn't help myself, a second later realizing my mistake. His eyes met mine and his lips stretched into a humorous smirk.

"Not here, chére. Not when I was married to you, mon amour. Someday I can tell you all about all that happened during these five years we lived in different timelines." He cupped my face in his hands gently, making me meet his loving gaze. Solemnly, he said, "You know what they say that when two people love each other, they fight through everything together. Every doubt, every challenge, every pain. Fight with me, Anna LeBeau. Please. You are the only one for me, for as long as I live. If you love me too, as you just said, fight with me, chére. Not against me." My breath hitched in my lungs as I hear his words.

"Why else do you think I came here, sugar?" I spoke defiantly. He tried to kiss me, our lips touched, his skin felt soft and warm, just perfect to me. It was the smallest, gentlest, most earth-shattering kiss in the long and glorious history of kisses, but I broke it off when one of his hands slid down to my ass. I know how things escalate pretty fast with us.

"Listen to me, swamp rat, you dirty thief, you hot charming Cajun, you! You stole my heart the very day we met, when you teased me with your impertinent flirting. And every moment I have spent with you since then, you have stolen more and more of me until when you're not with me..." I drew in a breath. "When you are not with me, I am left with nothing but longing for you. And yeah, because I thought of you were with another woman, I had a damn broken heart. But I decided… I believe you when you say you didn't cheat. And I love our family too much to care about what other people will say."

He smiled widely, unguardedly, no hint of humor or sarcasm, just plain happiness. My gaze went from eyes to his lips, lips to eyes, eyes to lips. Thinking 'Goddamn it, Remy. Just kiss me already!'

As if he were a telepath, he seemed to hear my thoughts and placed his hands on my back and crushed my body to his chest, kissing me deeply, I felt the floor drop out from under my feet as his arms close tight around my waist. I moaned lightly.

"Sorry, chére. Is that too tight? Because of the baby…" he trailed off.

"It's fine, sugar." I assured him.

"Can we… do we… I mean, when you're pregnant… is it okay to…?"

"I never thought I'd see a day when Remy LeBeau couldn't talk about sex." I comment and chuckle. "We have had sex many many times when I was pregnant with Oli, sugar. There's nothing to it, you just… you just do it."

"Seriously? I don't think I could be… on top of you, for instance."

"Oh, Remy, some positions are off the table, but fear not, my favorite one is still on." And shot him a malicious smile. I glanced around, then took him by the hand to his bedroom and shut the door.

"Chére, I'm sure we have all the time in the world for that. Don't you wanna go and tell Oli the good news?"

"Not before I'm done with you, Remy." He blinked nervously and suck in a deep breath. "There's one thing you should know, sugar. First three months I got really sick and sleepy, now after those symptoms are gone, I get really horny. I want you, Remy." I pause, I can see he's slightly scared to do this. "I want you inside of me." I add, just in case I hadn't made myself clear.

Finally, he was convinced. We start kissing fervently, I place my arms around his neck, now he's the one who breaks it off, only to go down on his knees, sliding both his hands under my dress. I felt him fumble with my panties, getting them off completely and then tossing it aside over his shoulder.

His dark head bent, disappearing under my dress, my stomach clenches with anticipation. He urged my thighs apart. I had to brace myself, resting a hand on the wall as I felt the warmth of his mouth pressed between my legs. That well-known burn started low in my belly, the ache that his touch always sparked spreading under my skin with each swipe of his eager tongue and scrape of his stubble on my sensitive skin.

"Remy, I'm gonna fall." I say in desperation. 'Gosh, don't you know how you make me weak at the knees,?' I thought. He then took me to his bed and we made love like we hadn't in a long time. There's no hush hush, hanky panky from our lust filled 'accidents'. We took our time, we showed our love for each other through every touch, every stroke, every thrust.

When we finally left the room, Joelle was nowhere to be seen and to be completely honest, I had totally forgotten about her, as one does forget everything else in the world when they are riding Remy LeBeau.

"You should pack your things, sugar." I tell him. "Let's go back home." He smiles at me and pulls me close. Burying his face in my neck, he plants little kisses there, making me moan. I breathe in deeply and smell his hair. It makes me so in love with him. He lets go of me and his eyes meet mine.

"Yes, chére. Let's go. I want nothing more than that." He searches the apartment for Joelle and finds the room she was staying completely empty. There was a note on the pillow that simply said: "Thank you." Days later he came over the apartment for mail and found her keys inside the mailbox.

-O-

"Good to see you guys so happy." The doctor commented. I know he was probably referring to the fact that I was not glaring at my husband, as in all our previous appointments, but smiling tenderly at him instead. I saw the good doctor watched the way our fingers intertwined. Oli followed us inside.

"Can he stay too?" I asked.

"Oh, of course, he can."

"So, do you think we'll be able to see which kind we're having today, doc?" Remy asked with a smirk.

"It's up to the baby, Mr. LeBeau."

Oh, enough with the chitty chat! Men! I just want to pee. Let's get on with this already!

"Shall we get started?" I try not to sound too bossy, but I'm not sure I was successful. Both men shut up and the gel is splashed over my bump promptly. Oli demands that Remy holds him in his arms so he can take a better look.

"What is that on the TV, daddy?" Frowning at the image on the screen, Oli asks.

"Your brother or sister." Remy tells him before kissing the top of our son's head.

"Sister." The doctor said.

"Sister?" Oli asks. "It looks like a baby whale." He says, looking a bit disappointed. I laugh at his sincerity and innocence.

"Wow! A girl? We're having a girl?" Remy looks amazed. "You always knew, chére!" He comments excitedly with raised brows.

"Maybe I have some time traveling abilities and took a peek into the future, huh?" I blink at him.

The other day Remy told me just how far apart we had been in his timeline. And if there's anything we are sure of is that we never want to let go of each other. We have our ups and down, our old banter never fades away, days of love and days of 'My God! What have I seen in you?' and that's normal, that's life. I love this man with all my heart and the family we built, our children, even more, if that's possible.

It's hard to believe that we had drifted apart in his timeline and then again, in mine. But I'm thankful, oh so, so grateful, that Remy took our lonely hearts and broken souls and made them converge into one.

The End

-O-

That's it, people! I may be writing an epilogue, a pillow talk when Gambit tells Rogue all the things she used to do in his timeline. I'd love to hear her say "Alex Summers and me? No way!"

I'd like to thank you all for the continuous support throughout this story. Every review was deeply appreciated. I hope the ending doesn't seem too abrupt and that it hasn't disappointed too much.

I have plans to finish "Christmas at the LeBeaus" (Lannisters always pay their debts, and Ana Xpert always finishes her stories :D ). I will try to change my impulsive self and write the whole thing before starting to publish it in November. In the meantime, I'll be enjoying my fellow writers' stories. Guys, please, please, don't let ROMY stories die out!