"Haha! I win again, pay up, Wolvy!" he heard his father bellow, laughing like a maniac. Oli groaned, he'd asked Megan to sit this part out, for there no doubt would be yelling or chasing around with explosive cards flying every which way. Probebly the worst time to tell him- during a game of blackjack, y'know with all those objects that are just waiting to explode.

He walked into the rec. room, abserving his father wiping the floor with Logan in the game, laughing all the while and foolishly poking fun at him. He heard the 'shink' of his claws and his father chuckle.

"Whoa, whoa, mon ami, I be jokin'!" Oli smiled fondly, then remembered his purpose here...Remy would be screaming within 10 minutes. Oli groaned.

"Kid, I smell ya' out there- get over here and help me kill yer' old man." Oli grimaced, Damn his animal senses, but put on a happy face and walked out happily.

"Hey, heard ya' down here, figured Ah'd watch Dad get thrown out a window," Logan grinned at his godson. Remy glared half-heartedly at his son.

"Wonda'ful de' boy's turned on me- again!" he said it as a joke, Oli knew, but it stung a little. Remy chuckled and Olivier forced a hollow laugh out of his dry throat.

"Uh...b-but act'ally ah do need t' talk t' ya', Dad." Remy's eyes narrowed suddenly, then slyly ducking out of Logan's pin.

"Hmmm...let's talk outside, oui?" He suggested, swiftly countering over and lazily slinging an arm around Oli's shoulders.

"Well, Wolvy, it's been fun, mais de' duties of parenting neva' stop, do 'dey?" He then proceeded to take the money and watch from the table and rush out of the room with his son in tow before Logan could rip Remy LeBeau off the planet.

"So, Olivier, I take it dat' dis' be one o' 'dose 'serious chats', non?" Remy guessed as they walked around out side. Oli cringed, Remy's empathy sensed his anxiety and for a moment thought how rare it was for Olivier to come to him about his problems.

"Y-Yeah, ah just dun' really know how t' force dis' out, with out ya' hatin' me forever..." The boy grumbled, shifting his feet in the pebbles.

"Olivier LeBeau," Oli sighed, when his father tried to drop The Accent- you know he's serious, "I am your father an' I love you unconditionally. No matter what you have to say to me- dat' ain't gonna change, boy." Oli sighed, then nodded.

"M-Megan an' Ah...w-well, s-she's..." Oli struggled to speak, coughing and trying to start back up again. Remy gasped as he put it together.

"Mhmmm..." He nodded for Olivier to continue.

"...Pregnant..." Remy stumbled, thought for a moment, Olivier bit his lip as he waited for the fireworks...and oh, boy did he get them. Olivier figured one thing, he could just imagine how his mother would've reacted. But, she couldn't blow him up.

"OLIVIER LOGAN LEBEAU!"