It'd been a year, almost to the day. Rose, Bradly, and Ethan were celebrating their first birthdays together, since they were all born within a three week time frame.
They were all so adorable.
The boys were dressed in nice pants and t-shirts, with baby sneakers on their feet, and their hair combed back. Rogue didn't dress Rose all fancy, she was just gonna get dirty anyway.
So instead, she was dressed in a thin long sleeved light green shirt, with a fuzzy little yellow duckling on the front, a pair of old, worn out blue jeans, and a pair of light pink converse.
The only thing Rogue really worked on, was her hair. She curled her hair, then pulled it up into pigtails, before tying two yellow ribbons in her hair.
As soon as Rogue let Rosie off of her lap, she ran straight for Remy. She giggled and squealed as Remy scooped her up, hugging her.
Of course her and Remy had moved to a bigger apartment. They moved a few months ago when Rose became more mobile. The little tyke now had her own bedroom to sleep in.
Scott and Jean had gotten married a week before the previous Christmas. Jean's parents watched Bradly during their ten day honeymoon.
Unfortenetly, Lance and Kitty had broken up. They were still really great friends, and Ethan spends the weekends with Lance at his apartment.
No one really knows why they broke up, though people expect it's because Lance still works for the bad guys. But they are trying their best to make it work as well as possible for Ethan's sake.
"Hey Rogue, any more kids in you and Remy's future?" Jean said, holding Bradly on her hip bone, while he drank some apple juice from his zippy cup.
"Oh good Lord! Not an'time soon! Rosie is enough for dah time bein'!" Rogue cried. "Wha' bout you 'nd Scott?" Rogue asked. Jean shrugged.
"Maybe in a few years. Scott wants Bradly to have at least one sibling to play with. Frankly, I agree with him." Jean said. "Rose is definitely gonna have a baby brother or sister. Dah question is jus' when." Rogue said, watching as Remy carried their daughter on his shoulders.
"What would you do if you were pregnant? Right now?" Jean asked. "Ah'd kill Rem- wait! Are yah...?" Rogue asked. Jean shrugged. "Ever since I had Bradly, my period have been out of wack. They're never on time anymore." she huffed.
"Ah know this is mean, but Ah hope you're not. Ah don't think you could handle a toddler while bein' pregnant. Ah know Ah can't!" Rogue said.
"I know neither can I. Right now, the last thing I want is a baby. Two or three years from now? Of course!" The red head sighed. "I don't think you are, but jus' in case, Ah'd take a test next time Scott's not wit' yah." Rogue said.
"Hey Cher. Is it cake time yet?" Remy asked, kissing his girlfriend's cheek. Rogue glared at him. "We will cake later. As in, in dah p.m. time frame." She snapped.
Rose giggled as her Momma scared her Daddy. "Are yah havin' fun pumpkin?" Rogue cooed, taking Rose into her own arms.
"Mama!" She squealed, pulling on her Mother's white locks. "Hey, aren't you guys leaving for New Orleans soon?" Jean asked. "Yup. Visitin' Remy's folks for the summer." Remy grinned.
"We're leavin' tomorrow mornin'. Hopefully we'll get there within 24 hours." Rogue said, kissing Rose's cheek.
"Sounds like fun. When will you guys be back?" Jean asked, putting Bradly down so he could play with Ethan. "Last week of August." Rogue said. She sat Rose down on the ground, who took off like a bullet.
"Do yah have all of Rose's things packed up Rem?" Rogue asked. "Yes Cher. She's got two whole bags; one for clothes and toys, an one jus' for diapers, wipes, 'nd bath stuff." Remy said, zipping up the two pale blue suitcases they had packed for Rose.
"Alright Remy. Sorry. Ah didn't mean tah make yah snap." Rogue sighed. "You okay Marie?" Remy asked. "Yeah. Ah'm jus' tired s'all." She yawned.
"Take a nap. Remy'll finish up." He said, kissing her forehead. Rogue smiled, before walking back to their bedroom.
That was one of the things she loved about Remy. Even the little things made him sweet. She loved it when he tucked Rose in an read her a story, no matter how tired he was or how late it was.
He always made time for his family. Things would be perfect as soon as he asked her to marry him. Of course Rogue wanted to get married.
They already attacked like they were married; they lived together, slept together. They had a child together. All they need were some rings.
Rogue never spoke about getting married. She kept the fact that she wanted to be a bride hidden away, where no one could ever discover it.
She soon drifted off to sleep.
"Anna. Anna Marie. Wake up." Remy cooed, shaking her lightly. "Ugh!" She groaned, pulling the covers over her face. He chuckled lightly, pulling the covers off her body, like he did two years ago, on the night their daughter was made.
"What?" She moaned. "It's five a.m. Cher. We've got two hours 'fore we leave. Now get dressed 'nd eat and Remy'll take care 'f Rosie." Remy said, slapping her leg.
"Okay! Ah'm up!" She moaned, rolling out of bed. She walked to the closet, and grabbed on of the few outfits she didn't have packed for their 12 week long trip.
She entered the kitchen, grabbing a bowl and some cereal. Remy had Rose in his lap, feeding her her breakfast. She was half asleep and still in her purple feetie pajamas, her hair a frazzled mess.
"She looks tired." Rogue mused, eating her breakfast. "Yeah. I betcha she'll be out again b'fore we leave New York." Remy smirked.
Rogue scoffed. "Oh please- she'll be out before we leave the block." She chuckled. Once Rose was finished eating, Remy scooped her up, putting the dirty dishes in the sink.
"What?" Remy asked. "Ah ain't doin' those." She said, referring to the bowl and spoon in the sink. "I'll do 'em Chérie, don' worry." He said.
He went to the living room, an put Rose in her playpen, then came back to wash the dishes. "Hey Anna? Wanna get married down in Louisiana?" He asked.
She choked on her orange juice, shocked at what he'd asked her. "W-what?" She stuttered. "Do you want to get married?" He asked again, slower this time. "Uh sure. Yes." She shrugged.
Remy grinned, kissing her neck. Soon, they packed up their stuff, and made their way down to New Orleans.