A/n: I know! it's been over a year! i'm sure you guys thought i dropped off the face of the earth but alas! here i sit on my computer typing away on this impossible old story. And guess what it's still going, so I hope that there are still readers out there because this story is back and running all thanks to a certain fan who nagged me enough to update! Thank you magic-queen13. And all the other readers who are still reading AND reviewing! u guys are awesome! Here's 16:

WARNING: some swearing in the chapter.

Chapter 16 Hormones

After I dumped the burnt pancakes out I went back into the bedroom to see John still sleeping. I went over to him and poked him hard in the chest. He mumbled incoherently, but still was asleep so I poked him harder.

He slowly opened his eyes.

"What?" he snapped rubbing his face tiredly.

I sighed looking at him sadly, "I have some bad news, John."

"What?" he asked again, but this time he was more awake. "It's not the baby, right? The doctor's said she was fine." John added looking at my stomach.

"Or he." I corrected smiling softly at him.

"Whichever. So what is it?"

"It's not the baby…it's…Kitty called me."

John made a gagging motion and I giggled.

"So?" he asked.

"She wanted to call me to tell me that Bobby's coming this way." I said quietly.

John groaned loudly. "Why? Can't he just stay away?" John yelled to no one in particular.

"Apparently not. I don't think he'll be able to find us though…unless Logan said something." I said thinking about how Kitty got my number.

"How about we don't worry about it until it becomes a problem." John said looking at me.

I smiled, "is that your solution for everything?"

He shrugged and moved over to make room for me in bed. "Maybe."

I laughed and cuddled close to him. We lay in silence for awhile until I finally broke it.

"I'm glad we're doing this together." I whispered.

When he didn't say anything to that I tilted my head up to look at him and found to my disappointment, him sleeping. I rolled my eyes and got up heading to the shower. After I took a quick shower I went into the kitchen to see Logan copying my earlier actions of making breakfast. But instead of pancakes he was making eggs. When the smell of the eggs hit my nostrils though I felt my stomach gurgle and suddenly the small amount of food I had eaten before leaving the hospital was coming up. I ran to the bathroom and emptied my stomach into the white toilet bowel.

I heard shuffling behind me and a soft knock on the door. I looked up tentatively since I had just been yakking my guts out.

"Rogue are you ok?" Logan asked quietly. I started to nod, but another wave hit me and I doubled over the bowel.

I heard Logan groan behind me and I heard him shuffle away.

When I was done I got up and brushed my teeth and I sat on floor for a long time staring at the wall. Part of me was afraid I would start up again and the other part of me was too tired to get up. I turned my head when there was a loud knock on the doorframe.

"Hey." John said coming into the bathroom.

I looked at him then back at the wall.

"What are you doing, Roguey?" he asked sitting down next to me. He was shirtless and still in his boxers which he slept in. I knew Logan didn't appreciate him walking around like that, but what could he say, it was John's home.

"Thinking." I said quietly biting the inside of my cheek.

"About what?" he asked.

I turned to look at him with raised eyebrows. I tucked some hair that was hanging in my face behind my ear, I stared at him and he stared at me.

"What do you think?" I replied looking into his blue eyes.

"Well I can't read your mind." He said smirking.

I laughed loudly and shook my head turning back to look at the wall.

"If only." I murmured.

He knocked his shoulder against mine and I glanced at him.

"What?" I asked feeling my forehead crinkle.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked again.

I rolled my eyes, "really John! I don't know our situation! The fact I'm pregnant, some random guys are trying to kill us or kidnap us or whatever they are trying to do, Logan's telling the world about us, and my fucking ex-boyfriend is coming to visit me and he's going to find a fat pig whose shacked up with his arch-enemy. I really just don't know WHAT I could be thinking about, Johnny boy. Maybe rainbows and unicorns, something that is trivial and superficial two things you know so much about." I snapped sarcastically.

He stared at me and I watched his eyebrows narrow.

"What the fuck, Rogue."

"Stop calling me Rogue! I want to be Marie!" I screamed loudly.

He stared at me in astonishment. "What the fuck, Marie or whatever you want to be called this week! You know what! Actually I don't care what you want to be called. I'm going to call you what I want to call you and right now I want to call you a fucking bitch!" he yelled standing up quickly.

I looked up at him from my place on the floor. He glared down at me and something in his eyes made my anger melt away and sadness take it's place. I felt tears form in my eyes and I looked down at the floor.

"Oh, Jesus, Rogue or Marie! What's wrong?" he exclaimed loudly.

I howled in response and buried my head in my knees that were pulled up to my chest. I felt him wrap his arms around me and I leaned in, wanting his comfort.

"What's wrong, baby?" he whispered in my ear.

I felt him kiss my hair and my neck and I tightened my hold around him. "Everything, John! Everything! I'm so scared and worried and…and…" I hiccupped and tried to breath, but I felt like everything was closing in on me. I closed my eyes trying to get a hold of my breathing, but the crying was too much and I couldn't stop. I gasped for breath and closed my eyes tighter.

Suddenly John picked me up quickly letting out a large yell. I opened my eyes and was astonished to see the toilet on fire. The toilet of all things to catch on fire! John raised a hand and sudden the fire was gone.

I stared at him in amazement my arms still wrapped around him. His were back on my waist. We looked at each other for a long time eventually he spoke.

"What's going on with you, Rogue?" he asked quietly."Your screaming one minute, crying the next, then lighting toilets on fire. Our toilet of all things to get angry at!" he said smirking at me.

I tried to smile back, but I couldn't twist my lips upward.

"I just…I don't know. I know I'm suppose to have hormones, but I didn't think they would be this bad. I don't know about the fire either. It happens when I get scared and nervous I suppose."

"You were scared and nervous?" he asked confused.

"Well no, but I'm worried about everything that's going on right now and crying made me feel as if I couldn't breath. I closed my eyes and suddenly something's on fire. I don't know what I did." I said shrugging just as confused as he is.

"Well we'd better figure it out so it doesn't happen again."

I nodded slowly and suddenly Logan ran into the room.

"Woaw! What the hell happened? I hear you guys screaming then there are scorch marks on the walls?" Logan asked confused.

Suddenly he turned to John angrily. "Did you try and set her on fire you little—"

"What? No! Never! She did it." John yelled.

Logan narrowed his eyes. "Did what?"

"Made fire. We were arguing—"

"I could hear."

"Then why did it take you so long to barge in?"

Logan shifted uncomfortably and we looked at him curiously. "No reason." He said clearing his throat.

"So she did the fire thing again?"

"yeah." John and I said in unison.

Logan nodded and was silent for a moment.

"I think…I think we should take Rogue to a specialist."

John narrowed his eyes. "What kind of specialist?"

"A mutant specialist." Logan said.

"A mutant specialist? So they can poke her with needles? No fucking way."

"It's not a choice. Someone has to see about the kid growing in her so she can stop making things erupt in smoke."

I glared at him. "I'm not seeing anyone. My baby's the one with the powers, not me. They'll learn to control them once he or she is born." I said defiantly.

"But Rogue! How much longer will you be pregnant? Like five months?" Logan argued.

"Uh no. More like three." I said rolling my eyes.

"Three?! That's all?" John yelled suddenly.

I looked at him in surprise. "Yeah! I'm six months pregnant!"

"You know, I couldn't even tell when you were in the hospital." Logan mused. "Are you suppose to be that skinny?"

"I gained fifteen pounds! I'm a total cow! I ripped all of my jeans." I yelled becoming angry again.

Logan looked me up and down.

"Maybe it was the sheet covering your stomach or something. Wow, only three months to go?" Logan asked amazed.

I nodded then turned to John who was staring off into space.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked taking his hand.

"How fucked we are." He said quietly.

I glared at him, "what's that suppose to mean?"

"It means how it sounds. We are fucked."

"Obviously or you wouldn't be in this situation in the first place." Logan muttered.

We glared at him. "Logan, can you give us a minute?" I asked putting my hands on my hips.

"Sure, I'll go look up that mutant specialist."

"I don't want a mutant specialist." I whined.

"It's for the baby."

"The baby is fine! She or he has been checked out by the doctor and she said he or she is totally fine. A completely healthy baby." I said smiling and rubbing my growing stomach.

"If your six months then why not find out the sex?" Logan asked curiously.

"I want to be surprised." I said shrugging.

"Don't you think you've had enough surprises?" Logan asked smirking at me.

"You can go now." I said turning to look at John.

"How long did you think I had?" I asked staring at John. I crossed my arms across my chest glaring at him.

He groaned, "longer then three months. I don't have any money. You don't have any money. This place is a mess. Jackie's…" he trailed off.

"Jackie's what?" I asked narrowing my eyes suspiciously at him.

"Nothing." He said walking towards the door.

"It's not nothing, John! It's something. What's this Jackie been doing? What's he done to you, John?" I asked walking toward him.

John shrugged, "nothing. He hasn't done anything. Forget about it, Rogue. Come on we can go out for breakfast." He said taking my arm and leading me into the living room. He darted into our room and came out fully dressed so quick I wondered he'd found his clothes so quickly. I glanced around the room searching for Logan.

"No! John tell me about Jackie." I said as he lead me towards the front door.

"Come on, I got your coat. Let's go. How's that little bakery down the street? You want a cream puff?" he asked shuffling me out the door.

"Tell me about Jackie! And where did Logan go?" I asked looking around.

"Calling that specialist, I bet." John said leading me down the hall.

I tried to slow down to go back to the apartment to get Logan but he was pulling me along so I had no choice but to leave.

"John, what's the matter?" I asked as we waited in front of the elevator.

He shook his head, "I can't tell you."

"Why not? We're about to have a freaking baby, here, John I think you can tell me anything." I said tightening my hold on his hand.

He looked down at me and sighed. "I did a bad thing a few months ago and I got mixed up in Jackie's crowd. I've been trying to get away from them, but…once your in, your in." he mumbled.

I sighed and shook my head. I knew it was something like this, but I didn't want it to be true.

"What are we going to do?" I asked.

He looked up surprised. "We?"

"yeah, we." I said rolled my eyes.

"Oh…uh…well...I've been thinking." He said as we looked into each other's eyes.

"About?" I asked smirking.

"How would you like to go on a vacation?" he asked matching my smirk.

A/n: So....?