To Emily

I pulled the sheets up over my bare shoulders, and snuggled down deeper into the soft sheets. The feeling of being back in our house still made me shiver in delight. How long had I dreamed of being back in Victor's arms, not hounded by military men, kidnapped by assassins (another one beside my husband) and discovering my mutant powers.

Though at the moment I wasn't in Victor's arms, for he was in the bathroom. I rolled over as I heard the bathroom door open, and saw Victor leaning against the frame. He stood naked, his sense of modesty gone forever, while I still blushed like a schoolgirl.

He grunted.

I translated that grunt into, what are you thinking? Though it could have been, I want to have sex again. His grunts and growls all kind of sounded the same, except when he was angry.

" Just happy to be home." I smiled up at him, patting the place next to me.

He crawled over me to his side of the bed, and leaned against the headboard, snaking one arm my waist to pull me close.

" I can still smell them." He growled.

Victor was still irritated about having to let workers into our house to do the remolding, and I think he blamed me partly, but I didn't care I was to excited about the glorious kitchen downstairs to caretaker Victor's every mood.

" Just think about the kitchen though." I crooned. " It's the most amazing thing I've ever seen." He remained petulant, his nose still wrinkled slightly. " Or you could think about the two beds…" I trailed off suggestively.

His grip around my waist tightened, and I smiled.

" Did you think that I bought that god damn giant kitchen table just for the two of us to eat on?"

I had to think about that.

" I think it should be able to hold my weight." He smirked. " Or else that salesman better find a good priest."

" Does that mean you are feeling better about the 'perks' to our home?"

He grunted, but his eyes were soft, like half melted chocolate. Which reminded me that at the moment I REALLY needed some chocolate; chock it up to pregnancy cravings. Though since I hadn't told Victor yet, he couldn't have known.

" I'll be right back." I said, as I began to crawl out of bed.

" Where do you think you're going?"

" You reminded me of the kitchen, and I'm feeling a tad bit peckish." I stopped moving once I felt his hand around my leg, holding me fast.

" Yes….?" I asked slowly, looking back at him. " Did you want me to bring you something too?"

He didn't answer, but slowly pulled me fully back onto the bed. His eyes blackened, and his fang peaked out of his lips. My stomach clenched, and my heart pounded unnaturally, as his hands skimmed lightly up my leg. On instinct I pulled away, and ever so slightly clenched my legs together. He grinned, and crawled on top of me, his arms like bars around my head.

" I'm just hungry Victor, it's not like I'm leaving you forever." I chuckled nervously, when he didn't answer, but just kept staring at me calmly. " Victor?" I couldn't quite gauge his mood. In one sense he wasn't furthering sex, and that was odd to say the least. And he wasn't mad or growling, just staring at me…like he knew something… Oh crap, did he know about the baby? I guess it was high time to tell him, since it was his kid too.

" Victor…"

" Yes."

" I'm pregnant."

" About time."

It was nearing winter again, so the floors were cold to my bare feet. I shifted from one foot to another as I walked around the house cleaning up before I headed off for the night shift at the bar. My stomach was just barely noticeable underneath my t-shirt, though that hadn't deterred the men at the bar. There were always a couple new guys from out of town who got a little to carried away and Victor had to pay a visit to the bar, which was always extremely embarrassing to me.

The sun moved slowly through the sky, as I pattered around the house fiddling. I hummed a tune under my breath, and smiled in the bliss of a quiet and clean house, and knowing that husband wasn't out killing someone. Quite a combination I know.

Nothing alerted me, until I heard a quiet and, though I didn't recognize the sound, dangerous snick, and a deep roar of rage.

I spun around to face a tall broad chested man with claws, running at me claws ready to kill me. Screaming I dropped to the ground, just as the claws impaled the cabinets. Ripping them out of the wood, he stood heaving over me, blood lust evident in his dark blue eyes.

He didn't move, so I slowly rose up.

" I take it you're Logan?" I sputtered, by heart still not quite working very well.

He leaned back against the counter, like I had hit him, and then took me in, his eyes pausing slightly on my round belly. I wondered if he could tell.

" You wrote the letter?" His voice was soft, and his eyes incredulous.

" I thought it would be good for him."

Over two months ago I had done some digging and sent a letter to the Xavier School for the Gifted, in hopes that if Logan ever would return he would get my letter, and come give us a visit. And I hadn't told Victor, which was a bad idea, I now realized as there was another feral man standing in my kitchen with carving knives coming out of his knuckles.

Suddenly the knives were gone, and he ran a shaky hand through his shaggy brown hair.

" Sorry." He motioned to the cabinets that were now riddled with holes. " I didn't mean to scare you, but you smell so much like him, that I can hardly distinguish your scent."

" It's okay." I breathed.

" Anyways the note you left didn't say you were his…" He looked at my left hand, paused and then just left it as is. " I was expecting Victor, and well… with Victor…"

" Its always a fight." I said, finishing his thought.

He smiled broadly. " Exactly." As he relaxed he took in the house, and gave me another look over. " When are you due?" He asked.

" How can you tell?"

" I can smell it."

" So that's how he knew!" I exclaimed.

Logan gave a small almost sad smile and motioned me to the couch. I sat down next to him. His eyes darted over my shoulder, and continuously at the door, also his shoulder were cleaned and tight.

" Logan what's wrong?" I asked nervously.

" He's near."

" Who?"

" Who else?" He sneered in anger. Then turning his faced me and with a deep gaze spoke very slowly. " What's your name?"

" Kate."

" Kate, we only have a few moments until he's here. Now you need to tell me if you're in trouble. I can take you with me, away from him, and I'd protect you from him, I wouldn't just drop you off at some gas station. I've seen what he's done to women, and though you seem okay, I don't want to you on my conscious too." He face looked haggard, and deep lines creased his forehead. I wondered if he had ever lost anyone, or worse, from Victor's hands.

Before I could answer, the front door opened.

" Jimmy." Victor greeted his bother with terse lips. " I see you've made yourself at home." He eyed Logan's arm that rested on my knee.

Logan stood and extended his knives, pushing me behind his back, as if to shield me from Victor. Apparently he assumed that my answer would have been some sob story, which I guess Victor had kidnapped me, but that doesn't mean I wanted to leave.

" Kate." Victor's commanded softly. I could see in his eyes that he was going to play this up for Logan. I sighed, and quickly slid around Logan, walking to Victor's side. He promptly grabbed me by the ass and kissed me. When he finally let me breathe, I kept my body against his.

" You're home early." I said happily.

" Smelled him."

" Of course." Everyone could smell everything around here, what's the use of talking when you can just smell how everyone feels?

We turned back to Logan who stared at me incredulously.

" You stay with him…willingly?" He sputtered.

Victor tensed, but I chuckled softly. I leaned into Victor. " Apparently not everyone can see your appeal like I can." I whispered softly.

" Obviously. You can't be serious, do you know what he's done?" Logan said, stepping closer holding out a hand beseechingly, like I would listen to his reason.

" What about you're done, Jimmy boy? You going to tell her what you've done, because she's knows what I am." Victor advanced, though his voice was still deadly calm.

" I can't let you keep her! You kill everything you touch, you know that!" Logan growl. He crouched low, claws extended menacing.

" She is mine."

" Like you could be a father!" Logan spat.

Victor roared in rage, at the mention of his unborn child, and pushed me away so he could extend his claws. I knew that the violence would soon escalate, so I stepped between them, lightly tapping Victor on the arm.

" Is they're going to be fighting? Because if there is, I need to go change." I asked calmly.

" You will not be the one fighting. Go back to the kitchen." Victor ordered.

" But I must! We're married for heavens sakes-."

" You're married!" Logan interjected, his eyes like saucepans.

" Anyways you know I've been dying to try out my Bengal Tiger!" I pleaded. I hoped that I could actually convince Victor that I would actually fight Logan with him. I figured placing myself in harms way was the only way for Victor not to kill Logan.

" You married him?" Logan asked me.

" Yes." I turned to Logan. " Logan, are you going to let me stay here with Victor in peace?"

" No." He replied solemnly. " I've seen what he can do, he'll hurt you eventually."

" Very well then, I guess were going to have to fight." I began to take my shirt off.

" Shit! What are you doing?" Logan yelled.

Victor grabbed me by the arms, and pushed me towards the bedroom. " Go now."

"No!" I yelled, stomping my foot like a petulant child. " I'm staying with you."

Logan sat down on the couch. " She's serious?" He asked Victor.

Victor nodded.

" She's become a bitch now that she found her powers." Victor growled.

I smiled broadly. " I can change into animals I've touched, do you want to see?" I began to take my shirt off again.

" No!" Logan quickly exclaimed.

I chuckled, sufficiently satisfied that they weren't going to kill each other, and walked back into the kitchen, calling behind me, " You two want anything to eat or drink?"

I returned later with a tray filled with an assortment of snacks, to find Logan and Victor sitting as far as one another could be in our living room, looking terribly awkward.

After a long pause, Logan asked. " So how did you guys get married?"

Before Victor could say anything, I answered. " You don't want to know."

Logan nodded knowingly.

Another awkward pause filled the room. Victor broke a glass, and I cleaned it up.

" So now that you're family Logan, and I'll be seeing you more often since you have an obligation to the baby. Every baby should have an uncle." I said solemnly. "So what do you think the baby's name should be?"

The look on the men's face was priceless.

" Bet you never thought you would see me like this, huh?" I rubbed my extended belly through the apron. I was in my second trimester. " Pregnant and barefoot." I chuckled as I wiggled my bare toes.

Victor leaned casually against the counter, watching me as I continued cooking dinner.

" Grab the vanilla, will ya?" I motioned to the cupboard.

A second passed, plenty of time for him to get it, and I held my hand out expectedly without looking up from the pan.

" I like you this way," His mouth was at hot at my ear, and arms encircled my stomach before traveling down to my roughly pinch my rear end. " round with my cub, maybe I should always keep you this way." He purred.

" Don't get any ideas, Victor. I'm not risking his or her health, just to sate your needs."

He pressed himself a little bit harder against me, and I blushed hotly.

" He's going to have to learn who's in charge around here though, so it might as well start now." His hands had wormed there way under my apron, and were resting on my hips.

" It might be a girl you know." I elbowed him in the stomach, just for the heck of it. " Just get me the vanilla, you sex addict."

" I haven't heard you complaining… not that I'd stop." He chuckled softly and tweaked one of my full breasts.

I turned and faced him; pushing against his chest to create a little space between us- I didn't want him squashing the baby. " I know, I know! I'm always thoroughly satisfied and you're a stud, so please get me the vanilla."

Grunting, he got it. I was feeling a little ornery; blame it on the baby, so I spoke as his back was turned.

" What would you do if I said the child wasn't yours?" I asked softly.

He was back at my side, gently setting down the bottle on the counter next to me. I took it, and listened to his answer.

" Make you tell me who the father is and then kill him," He stated calmly, " but I'd make it fun though… for me- draw it out."

"It is yours. Don't fret, big one." I patted his arm. "I bet the inside of my belly is black and blue from the bruisers little heels! He's a strong bugger." I look lovingly down at my round belly.

" And me?" I whispered going back to the hypothetical situation of me cheating. I felt my shoulders tense, as I pictured him immersed in blood lust and coming at me.

He didn't respond, so I turned to see his eyes- they were black. Cocking his head, he spoke. "You're scared, and I'm not even mad." He paused as if considering if he was actually going to tell me the truth.

" I'd kill the bastard, but keep you…to teach you a lesson, but I wouldn't kill you." He pressed a claw against my cheek, almost tenderly, his actions and words in complete juxtaposition.

I still felt fear, to think that Victor would kill the child and then " teach me a lesson" and I was never so thankful that the baby was Victor's. These were the moments I remembered who my husband was, and what he did for a living. These were also the moments when I wondered why I still loved him, but I didn't dwell on these moments.

So I continued cooking, and enjoyed the feeling of Victor's arm around my waist.

The sun streamed down on my body, warming me with its heat. I lay strewn haphazardly across the couch: one leg thrown up over the back, and my head hanging off the edge. When you're belly's to the point of bursting its hard to find a comfortable position.

Huffing I reached for my book laying on the coffee table. The measly 2 feet felt like a stretch of a lifetime. Once I had it, I propped it up on my belly and opened to the first page.

I only made it 10 pages before my eyes drifted shut, and the book fell forward onto my chest.

A noise jerked me awake, and I raised my head, trying to see above my extended belly. I saw nothing out of ordinary, but I was past going to sleep. Laying my head back down, I looked up- right into Victor's grinning face.

" Victor, you're going to scare me into premature labor." I chided lightly, though after nearly two years of marriage I had gotten mostly used to him appearing out of thin air.

I smiled in welcome, for he had been gone for 3 weeks, a long time when you're about to give birth. If he had missed the birth, and I would have had to go through it alone- I would have been majorly pissed.

He looked tired, and his face was somber.

" Take a nap with me." I said, reaching for him with my arms. We had purposely gotten this couch because it could fit both of us- at the same time.

" I'm dirty." He warned.

" I don't mind." I motioned for him again. " I'm cold. Please?" I knew he couldn't resist my big eyes.

He eyed my belly; as if he lying down next to me might make me pop. Sighing, I rolled over and pretend to go to sleep. I heard his travel bag hit the floor with a thump, and his jacket followed. I purred happily as I felt him press his body against my back, and his arms slid under me barely able to fit around my belly. He did smell, but I didn't care.

The light still filtered in through the windows, but it was descending behind the mountains creating warm colors and casting an eerie glow over the plains.

" Now who's the cat?" Victor asked, his chin resting on my head.

I just closed my eyes and basked in Victor's and the sun's warmth. That afternoon we listened to each other's snores, wrapped in the others arms, content to do nothing.

Pushing the gear stick into the drive, I squirmed around, trying to fit my protruding belly in between the steering wheel. Hips finally settled in, I pressed on the gas, and we were off to the races.

The roads were clear and the sky was a pale blue that slowly burgeoned with clouds and light as the sun rose in the East. Taking a right at the fork in the road, I gave wide berth to the lumber mill- not wanting him to smell where I was going. Not that what I was doing was wrong. I chuckled to myself. I was just going to see my brother in law, even though he happened to hate my husband, and everything he did. Though I had a sneaking suspicion that Wolverines heart was softening up to me at least, and being 9 months pregnant didn't hurt. He was a softie for kids, hence working at Xavier.

Logan was at the side of the door, before I even had the truck in park. Mutants were handy to have in the family, I must admit.

" What in the hell are you doing here?" He growled, as he gingerly helped me out of the cab. " Damn it," He mumbled, as I wobbled. " You should be home, resting. Victor's going to kill me."

I tisked him, and poked him in the ribs as my feet hit the ground. " Logan, do you want my child to come out with a sailors mouth? And anyways, I doubt Victor could kill you." I smiled, as I made my way to his small cabin's front door.

" Though that won't stop him from trying. "

" I suppose so, he's very stubborn." I conceded.

" Anyways, of all the tykes' heard and felt," He voice lowered a little in anger, and I felt a small blush creep up my neck. " What I said is nothing."

I nodded my agreement. He was right, Victor swore constantly, and it's not like we'd forgone sex during my pregnancy. Much to Logan's displeasure, but then again he hated that we had sex at all.

I motioned back to the passenger seat of the truck. " The least I can do for endangering your life is to see that you're well fed. There's a covered pan in the seat. Would you?"

" Don't forget the babies life!" He called as he reached in and got the food.

The cabin was cramped and dirty: clothes, dishes and shoes laying strewn on every visible surface. It reminded me of Victor's and I old house. Logan came in, shut the door and put the dish down on the counter, after pushing a few things to the ground to make room.

" Smells good, Kate. Meatloaf?"

" Yep, with bacon on top. Thought you'd like it, it's one of our favorites." I lowered my aching body to the couch. I noticed a few claw marks on the couch, and I wondered if the women had taken to this new outsider that looked like he'd lived in the mountains his whole life. After studying Logan, I decided of course they had.

" You still don't like it, do you?" I asked softly. The clenching of the jaw, and tightening of his shoulders when I mentioned our favorite dish, hadn't escaped my notice.

If you live with a mutant who can smell practically every change in pheromone, you had to become observant.

He ran a hand through his thick hair, and turned to face me. " Yeah, sorry. I don't think I'll ever like it. Don't get me wrong, I like you just fine." He hurried to reassure me, and I chuckled softly at the earnest look in his hazel eyes. " It's just him, and what I'm afraid he'll do."

I lowered my head, and picked at the holes in the couch. " Yeah. I understand. Thought I fear different things than you. I fear what he'll do when I'm gone."

" Kate."

" No, it's okay. Even thought my mutation will extend my life, I'm not immortal. It's not like I'm afraid of dying, but just what will happen to Victor…and our kids." I laughed shakily, trying to dispel the gloom. " I think Victor plans to keep me like this always."

" You forget I'm going to live just as long as him- maybe even long, he is my older half brother."

Surprised that he recognized their bond, I smiled, and his words had comforted me. " I know you'll take care of them, and I appreciate that, but who's going to comfort Victor? That is if anyone can."

" Kate," He took my hand is rough one. " Victor and I have lived decades, and if there is one thing I know, it's that time heals all, even the deepest wounds, the ones you'd thought never stop bleeding…or had forgotten."

The haunted looked flashed through his eyes again, and I could see the wars, blood, young men dead to soon, and the love for a woman lost all within his deep hazel eyes.

There was a long pause.

" Nice." I barked. " So you're word of comfort is that Victor will forget me in a couple decades?" I couldn't resist goading him a little.

" No!" He jumped off the couch looking horrified. " It's just that- I was trying to! You know…" He trailed off when he saw the smirk growing on my face. " You-!"

" Uh huh! No cussing in front of the baby!"

" Fine." He grumbled.

" Sit, sit, you big baby, and let's talk about something more fun. No more depressing stuff, for goodness sake I am having a baby!"

" You're the one who brought up your own death. So what do you want to talk about? How Victor's going to be popping nails once he knows that you left the house?"

" Definitely not that, I'll face that later. How about how long you're staying?"

" I don't really know. I'm not teaching classes, and no new discernable threat has appeared especially since we now know where…"

" Sabertooth is?" I finished the thought for him.

He grinned broadly. " Yep, and the Professor holding the fort down, so I'd thought I'd stick around a little bit longer."

" Good." I nodded satisfied; Logan would be more help with the baby than Victor would. " How are things going with Jean?"

" Scott's a prick, but she's stick'n with him. Apparently I not a good enough good guy." He growled.

In spite of myself, I chuckled. Though he had a rough exterior Logan was the better half of the family, then again I had always preferred bad boys, and Victor was no superhero.

Reaching up, I laid a hand against his cheek. " Logan, you're the best good guy I know. I'm sorry though, it must be hard."

" Been through worse."

He fidgeted in his seat, and I heard a faint rumble. " Can we eat, while we talk?" He asked, eyes wide and pleading.

" Of course, you big noodle loaf! Anyways I can eat anytime anyplace, just not anything that is."

I tried to heave my big butt off the couch but I failed miserably.

" Did you just call me a noodle loaf?" He asked eyes twinkling as he extended a hand to help me up. I took it gratefully.

" Yep." I panted. " Didn't you ever read Calvin and Hobbes growing up?"

He shook his head.

" Oh. Forgot, you were frolicking through woods with Victor as a child." I hiccupped loudly.

" I wouldn't exactly call it frolicking."

" Yeah, yeah. Kill, live off the land, fight bad guys, maybe kill a few good guys, I'd call that a guy's version of frolicking."

He gently pushed me towards the table. " Let's just eat. I think all the blood is rushing from your vagina to your head."

" Pshh. You're no doctor, but yes let's eat. I'm starving."

" Finally."

He sat me down at the table, and after ripping the foil from the pan, stuck it in the microwave and fished around for two clean plates. The table was small and rickety, an idle thought flashed through my head of Victor and I writhing on the table, and how long this table would last.

Logan turned around, and rubbed the back of his neck. " Kate…? You okay?"

Shaking my head quickly, I tried to dispel the thought, but it stuck like an old boyfriend. " Yeah! I'm fine, you know I think you were right when you said all the blood was rushing to my head."

Pushing with my arms I stood up, though the ground and room swayed like an old schooner on her last voyage. Bile rose in the back of my throat, and my eyes smarted. What in the world was going on?

" Kate?" Logan's voice floated to my ears.

Slowly I slid to the floor.

" Kate! Damn it! God! I'm going to have to carry you to the car, aren't I?" Shit! The one time I actually need him! Damn it! Come on, Kate! Lift your arms, you're going to have a baby!"

His arms slid under mine, and we stumbled out to the car, where I promptly collapsed listening to the roar of the engine as Logan sped the truck down the drive.

I kept my eyes shut, and tried to control my breath, hoping that they wouldn't notice. Victor and Logan weren't in the room, but from the growls, shouts and snarls, they were close. I could hear them clearly through the walls, so I lay still and listened.

" I didn't do anything, damn it Victor!" Logan snarled. " This would have happened regardless if you had been there. Though at least I was there, she would have been at home alone for hours before you came home!"

" This is not my fault." Victor growled dangerously.

" Everything is always your fault! She was dead the moment you meet her, so why are you surprised?"

I flinched at Logan's words, though I recognized the seeds of truth in them. This was not going to go well.

"Do I detect jealously in your voice, Jimmy? I thought you were smarter than to covet another man's wife."

" You don't deserve her."

"Perhaps." Victor said calmly.

" You must have terrified her into thinking she loves you. No woman would willing want to stay with an animal like you, and you know it. "

Victor voice was low and cutting. " Like that pretty doctor thinks of you? She views you as an animal, unstable and -,"

Logan growled, interrupting. " I am nothing like you."

"dangerous…just - like - me." I could hear the smirk in Victor's voice, as his words sank deep into Logan's heart, stabbing deep.

There was a pause, and a small beep sounded from beside my bed. I assumed from a medical machine of sorts.

" So then tell me oh wise big brother, how did you trick Kate into loving you…all of you, even the feral side. " Sarcasm hid Logan's pain, as he lashed out.

" Well I didn't hide it like you do. I showed her, terrified her, fucked her, and took what I wanted."

" You married her though? You didn't have to, and I doubt she wanted it."

" That…." Victor paused, and I smiled sleepily remembering our earlier times together, times that with a little perspective didn't seem as hopeless as they had seemed then. He continued. " Well, let's just say I called her bluff."

" Bluff?"

" None of your business, little brother."

" We've got time. Come on, how did you meet? Knowing you, you were probably sent to kill someone she knew." There was no warmth in his voice.

Victor remained taciturn. I imagined him leaning his head against the wall, sheathing his claws, and getting comfortable to out wait Logan, and he would win, he was very stubborn. Part of me wanted to call to him, but they're conversation was intriguing. Never before had I been able to just listen to them talk freely.

Then surprisingly Victor spoke.

" Nothing as nice as that, Jimmy. I was sent to get her. "

" You were sent to kill Kate!" Logan sounded horrified, and I barely contained a laugh. Yep, I had the best first date story ever. If you consider being thrown into jail, busted out of jail, and then kidnapped a date.

" Not exactly." Victor murmured, a slight undercurrent of anger in his voice. " I was hired to take her to Montana. Nothing hard- a simple to go order."

Like I was a Big Mac. I snorted.

" Except she's no McDonald's takeout…Kate's Kate."

Great minds think alike. Logan led, wanting to hear more.

" Yeah, and she's a damn straight shot."

" She shot you!"

" In the head."

" Damn." Logan murmured. " And you didn't kill her?"

" Should have, would have saved me a shit load of trouble."

" But you didn't."

" Obviously, shit head, but I'm rethinking it." Victor growled, and I heard a chair scrap against the linoleum floor.

I lay still, pretty sure my breathing had gotten to loud, and had given me away.

" I'd kill you if you weren't in labor." Somewhere growled in my ear. Well someone who of course was Victor, it's not like the doctor would say that… I hoped, though weren't the doctors in the horror movies the serial killers?

" No…" I murmured. " You wouldn't."

" Wanna bet?" He purred.

" No, I never did have much of a poker face. You of all people should know that." I imagined his smile through my eyelids: the way his thin lips would stretch over his fangs, and his cheeks would reach to his dark eyes, like they weren't used to the position of smiling.

I opened my eyes slowly, the harsh light filtering through my lashes, to peer into his face.

" Especially when I touch you."

He traced a claw starting at my hairline slowly over my forehead, down my nose, stopping to finger my lips. Moving on he continued down in between my breasts ripping the front of my shirt slightly, then over the ridge of my mountainous stomach and ended at my hips. Just resting his hand on either side of my hips, cradling then. The machine that I was hooked up to, started beating wildly, and I blushed as Victor leaned into kiss me once on the lips.

A very unlike Victor action-something must be wrong, very wrong.

" Victor, what the hell is wrong with me? Am I dying? And don't you dare lie to me, so help me-!"

" Shut the hell up, frail." He squeezed my hips tightly, letting the nails dig in.

My breath hitched but I kept on. " So why are you kissing me without taking my clothes off, and why are calling me frail? You know I hate that!"

He smirked, and released my hips, settling into the chair next to my bed.

" I only call you that when you deserve it."

" So you're saying practically the whole first year we knew each other I deserved to be called by that degrading nickname?" I was spitting mad, hormonal, and scared to hell about what he wasn't telling me.

" You'll survive."

I didn't know if he was speaking about how I'll get over him calling me frail, or if the baby and I were going to be okay. So I asked.

" Is the baby okay?" I said slowly, eyeing him steadily.

" Everything will be okay."

" That's not the same, and that's not what I asked."

" Everything is okay." He growled. " Don't you trust me?"

" Yeah, but you lie when it suits your needs, like lying to your wife if her baby is dying. So I'd say I sort of trust you."

Before he could retort, a small diminutive women entered the room, Logan hovering behind her.

" Mr. Creed, I need to prep your wife for her C-section. So if you could kindly give us some space, and wait outside, I'd appreciate it."

Moving to stand in front of the bed, he planted himself staunchly, unmovable.

" I'm staying."

Though small this woman was a spitfire, folding her arms, she held her ground. " Mr. Creed. I have complied with your threats, and I have a room prepared for your wife, but if you don't leave now the other doctors will notice an unnamed, unregistered, and uninsured patient, and you're baby will die."

I chortled, but stopped as a gripping claw of pain wracked my body, eliciting a scream from me.

" Fine!" Victor yelled. " Just do it!"

I screamed again, clutching the side railings of the bed, my back arching forward unnaturally. " Victor!"

As the nurse wheedled me out of the room, Victor and Logan stood in the hallway together, worry plastered over they're faces.

Well this should be a bonding experience for them, I thought wryly.

Yes. I know, no need to remind me. Of course I remember that I haven't even finished Beastly Beginnings, and that that I probably never will. So what in the world am I doing writing and epilogue to it? Well I don't really know, but here it is.

Forgive me for my unusual and sporadic behavior of late. I know I'm about a sporadic as a hare on crack, but I can't seem to help it or stay away from Victor's dark eyes that haunt me in my sleep. And since this bit of work has been wasting away in my computer, I thought I'd publish it and be done...well apart from part 2 that I've half way finished. But more about that later, for know I'd love to hear what you lovely readers thought of this part 1 of epilogue to My life married to a monster and Beastly Beginnings.

Part two will have children and riddles in it. However will Victor fare with a child around when he wants to..uhmm…shall we say procreate?