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Passion of Love: Chapter 2 - “The Morning After”
Author: Patricia Anne McCarty
Total Word Count: 2231
Passion of Love: Chapter 2 - “The Morning After”
Rated PG-13
One month later:
Jean and Logan along with many other mutants both lived at Professor’s mansion in West chester New York which served as not only housing, but a school for the gifted as well. On one section was the school and the other a dorm like arrangement of rooms issued to both faculty and students.
When Logan first joined the team, some of the other mutants were not happy to see him. He had a bad reputation of..killing and Professor always taught them that XMen DON’T kill, yet this one most certainly did. Jean was the first to accept him regardless of the other’s fears, she welcomed him with open arms and an open mind. From the moment Logan first met her, he fell in love with Jean Grey despite the fact she was in love with Scott Summers.
Jean was a loyal and faithful woman never once betraying Scott. But, she had a very strong attraction and desire for Logan. It wasn’t something she could stop. With his heighten senses, Logan had a hard time understanding than Jean wasn’t going to give in to her desires when he could smell her every emotion. At times it would drive him crazy. But now, everything was different. it was like he had been set free. He planed to enjoy every last moment with her. the woman he loved was now his.
Jean awoke one morning about 4 O’Clock not feeling quite right. She ran to her bathroom and puked her guts out.
“Aww damn it! she complained holding her stomach and wiping her mouth, She has nearly missed the toilet. The feeling of a rumbling volcano roared inside her. “Great! that’s ALL I freaking need!, I have a lecture today to give to the students and I’m SICK.”
Jean got up and washed her face and rinsed her mouth. She crawled back into bed. Logan was not with her this night. He didn’t always stay with her, Sometimes it just wasn’t safe. Logan had moments when he’d get intense nightmares and lash out in his sleep and the result would be a shredded bed. When ever he was going through a bad patch of emotions he’d sleep in his own room. This was not something that Jean argued about. she understood him all to well.
Jean spent the next two hours spewing. “That’s it, I can’t take this anymore!” she spouted off. With out bothering to change her night dress she left her room and walk to the infirmary.
“Open this damn door!” she yelled trying to hold back another eruption but her efforts were useless and once again she was on her knees, in her own vomit.
The door opened and a thin young man peered out.
“Mrs. Grey!! OH my God! Are you OK? he bent down to help her up and they walked inside.
“I’m sorry, I made a mess out there.” she said in a weaken voice.
“Don’t give it another thought Mrs. Gray, I’ll take care of that, let’s get you cleaned up first.” the young man said with concern.
“I don’t get it, I was fine yesterday, not a thing!” Jean started to explain.
“Well, let’s have a look here, what did you have to eat last night?” he asked
“A simple salad and some nuts.” she replied
“Are you allergic to nuts?” he asked
“Now why on earth would I eat them if I was allergic to them?” she snapped. “I’m sorry, it just that I want to get on with it, please, get it over with.”
“It’s Ok, well if it wasn’t the food then, when was your last period?” He asked
“It was last month around this time. Give or take a few days, I’m never late.” she stated.
“Did you have unprotected sex?” he asked as he scribbled on his note pad.
She sat quite for amount not wanting to answer that.
“I’m sorry Mrs, Grey, but I have to asked. I understand with the death o your husband this may be a hard subject but we have to rule out…” he stated when she interrupted him
“Yes. I did have unprotected sex.” Jean admitted as her face turned red.
“OK then.” he said as he scribbled some more on is note pad. Jean was embareced at this, she didn’t feel confutable with others knowing about what she did in her own bed…ourside of her marriage. tho Scott was dead, Most people still thought of them as “Together” they were the perfect couple in everyone’s eyes.
Finished with his notes, the young man opened a cabinet and handed Jean a plastic collecting cup sealed in cellophane and instructed her to pee in it. As she took the sterile cup in her hands she thought back to the last day that she and Scott spent together before his mission.
“Let’s have a child jean!” Scott said. “I think we are ready, don’t you?”
“A child? In this world of hate Scott? I don’t know if I want to take a chance on having a mutant child only to bring it up in this world, a place where we are feared and hated. That’s not the life a child deserves Scott.”
Scott sighed, “Yeah, I know, but don’t you want children Jean?”
“I do, but….not mutant children, not in this world. I just can’t do that to a child knowing what is waiting for them in the future. I’m sorry, maybe if things change, maybe one day we can have children.” Jean explained
Scott scratched is head, “Ok Jean, you know best, we can wait, we’re still young, we have time.”
As she returned to the present , those last works rang clear in her head, “We have time.”
She looked at the cup in her hands and a tear ran down her face as she got up and walked to the bathroom to fill it.
After the test the results were in the young man gave his report.
“Mrs. grey, you’re not sick, you’re pregnant”.
“Pregnant?” she asked.
“That’s what the test say.” he answered,
She made up her mind to tell Logan as soon as possible.
In the wee hours of the morn one could easily find Logan working out by himself in his room. This is a daily requirement for him but not for the reasons one may think. Yes, like any other warrior he liked to stay sharp but unlike most people he had deep rooted personality traits which required his full attention. Logan had a FOWEL temper that even he himself was afraid to let out of his own control. In fact, this was the main reason for his intense mourning meditation sessions. He HAD to be in full control of his mind and reactions. He had to control…the beast with in.
It was now 7:30 and Jean stood outside Logan’s room. She could here him inside fighting the invisible invaders that dared to pop out of his head during his traing, She tapped on the door.
“Yah, come on in” he stated.
Jean opened the door and stepped in. Logan stopped dead in his tracks and looked at her as the fowl sent of sour stomach hit his nose like an old gym sock.
“You ok darling?” he asked with concern.
“Logan, I have something to tell you.” she said with a shy smile.
“What is it Red?” he asked
“Logan, I’m pregnit! she said with her hands to her mouth, eyes bright, jumping happily up and down.
Logan, now frozen in place stared at her. “Really?!” he asked
“Yes, really!” she giggled
Logan scooped Jean up into his arms and the two twirl in delight, laughing.
“Oh STOP Logan!’ she demand trying to peal him off.
“You aint getting away from me that easy girly,’ he chuckled and held her even tighter.
“No, I mean it, you better let me go. or…”
It was too late, she had spewed all over him. Logan just stood they dumbfounded and released her as Jean ran to his bathroom and vomited once again.
“I tried to warn you.” She shouted at him in between spits. “Welcome to fatherhood Logan.”
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