A little over a year ago, you and your partner Logan had a date night unlike any other.

One that led to a baby that you both called your daughter; who was now a few months old, and the exact carbon copy of her father.

Everything about her screamed 'Logan' to you and everyone else around X-Mansion. Her little scowl when she was upset was the most defining resemblance of all.

But becoming a father sort of mellowed out the rough, gruff Wolverine you fell in love with. And in a way, you liked seeing his softer side.

Being a mother and being an X-Man was no easy feat however. You and Logan agreed that you wouldn't go on any missions until your daughter was at least a year old, which was fine. But you still had students, younger mutants to teach as one of your responsibilities as well.

The rest of the team helped out, of course, but sometimes you felt sort of like a burden. Your daughter wasn't exactly planned, but everyone around seemed to love her anyways, especially Jubilee.

Today, Logan was watching over her. 'Babysitting' as he would put it, even if the baby was his own. It was a joke though, he loved that little cub of yours.

He had gotten an old sweatshirt, making a makeshift sling to carry your daughter around in while he did various tasks around the Mansion. All of which, she was being a little nuisance during.

He had stopped in the room all three of you shared (for now, until she was older), sighing with exasperation as he sat on the edge of the bed, her now in his arms instead of the sling.

"You are so rude, you know that?" To which she gave a little squeal, kicking her legs around. "Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up bub, but I'm telling your momma." He nuzzled his nose against hers, never truly upset.

But not even a few moments later, you entered the room. Classes had just finished for the day, and you were tired.

"Speaking of," He murmured, head turning to face you. "You know, I'm kind of regretting saying we weren't gonna stop at one kid." Logan sighed with mock seriousness.

"Oh really? Is the one we have so terrible, Logan?" You teased back, you knew he didn't mean it. So you sat next to him on the bed, giving his cheek a peck.

"Well she hasn't learned yet that kicking and drooling all over her daddy is rude." Logan leaned into your touch, your warmth with a sigh. Sort of like a dog, in a way.

"Nobody said watching the baby was easy. I do it all the time when you're not here." You held in a laugh at how helpless he seemed. Just playing the role of loving father.

The love was all there nonetheless.