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“Always know you got somethin’ big on your mind when I’m findin’ you up on the roof, girl.”
Rogue chuckles weakly. He chances putting an arm around her and she leans in, resting her head on his shoulder.
“You wanna talk about it?”
She sighs. Neither of them says anything for a minute.
She starts, “You remember I had the M-Pox, right?”
“Mais oui.” As though he could forget. They wouldn’t let anyone in to see her, and he didn’t sleep for three days.
“I’m…” Her voice cracks. He holds her a little tighter. “I don’t actually know if I can have kids now.”
“Oh, ma colombe.” The way she’s been teasing and dancing around the subject suddenly makes sense.
“I was gonna ask Hank about it—but—I‘m scared he’s gonna say there’s no chance.” In a near whisper she adds: “That I ruined it for us.”
“No no no, Anna, you get dat thought outta your head right now.” ’Cos no matter how many times he’s dreamed of holding a baby with a little white streak in their hair—“You saved a lot of lives dat day, don’ think I don’t know. ’Sides, stargazin’ next to my wife’s about as far from ‘ruined’ as it gets.”
Rogue gives him a teary smile. “Flatterer.”
“It’s true.” He takes her hands. “You… wanna have a family wit’ me, yeah?”
“Yes.” Even crying, she’s got that quiet certainty in her eyes, the one that makes his heart swell up because it means forever, it means faith. “More than anything in the world, Remy. Yes.”
“So we adopt.” Another minute and he’s going to kiss her. “So we talk to Hank an’ Cecilia together ’stead of you goin’ all by your lonesome. We figure somethin’ out. Don’ matter how de kids happen, mon coeur… they still gonna be ours.”
Slowly, she nods. “You sure?”
“Absolutment,” he says, and means it.
“Does sound nice.” She snuggles up to him. “I always wanted a ton of kids.”
“Six enough?” he jokes. She giggles.
“That’s plenty, sugar. But maybe we oughta start with one an’ go from there.”
“D’accord. One kid. Jus’ to start with.”
And danged if he isn’t the luckiest man alive.