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"How do you think it went?" Rogue slipped her heels off and glanced at Remy who was hanging his coat.
"I'm sure they did fine, chére." Remy's grin was easy even though it had been the fourth or fifth time that night he'd quelled her fears. "You know how much she loves the old man. And Logan is twice as fond of her as she is of him." He looped his arm around her waist and drew her beside him. He kissed the space below her ear and spoke softly. " Come on now, let's see what they be up to."
Nothing could have prepared them for the sight that awaited them in the playroom.
Becca, perched on Logan's lap, was absolutely enthralled in the book he was reading aloud. Under the soft glow of the lamp Rogue could see the pair of them were absolutly covered, head to toe, in stickers, bandaids, and a smattering of glitter.
Remy sucked in a sharp breath at the sight and Rogue knew he was trying not to laugh.
Logan, mid sentence, glanced up at them and shot a glare in Remy’s direction. He had a heart shaped sticker on his cheek, Becca sported a matching one.
He turned the page and continued reading ignoring the two adults grinning at them.
