What the fuck was he [meaning Logan! :D] supposed to do with a baby?
For the first sentence meme!
Charles/Logan; post-XMA AU/Logan AU (don’t ask me about timelines)
What the fuck was he supposed to do with a baby?
That had been the first (and second, and third) question on Logan’s mind, ever since that woman - Gabriela something - had shown up unannounced at the School, and promptly dropped a baby on his lap. She had told them a frankly fantastical story about ‘Stryker’ and ‘sperm’ and a ‘surrogate mother’ that had apparently given birth to a mutant with claws and accelerated healing…a baby girl that was supposedly Logan’s daughter.
Seriously, what the fuck was he supposed to do with a baby?
“She’s not really a baby anymore, Logan. Gabriela said that Laura is fourteen months old; plus she’s already walking,” Charles says, making increasingly funny faces at the baby (toddler) perched on his lap. “Also we are going to take excellent care of her, and surround her with people who are going to absolutely adore her.”
“I don’t know a damn thing about kids, Chuck,” Logan replies, a little plaintively, but Charles just quirks an eyebrow at him before turning his attention back to Laura. “My head’s still barely on straight from what that fucker did to me…I can’t be anybody’s parent right now.”
“Logan.” Charles says his name with a sigh, and then turns the baby around so Logan has to look into their piercing gazes at the same time. “You’re Laura’s father, no matter the circumstances, and whether or not it’s the right time. I know this is overwhelming, and we’ll get help, I promise, but we can’t not look after her! She’s a unexpected blessing that’s come into our lives and I for one, couldn’t be happier.”
He punctuates the statement with a soft kiss on Laura’s head, nuzzling her hair as the baby grabs fistfuls of Charles’ sweater. She laughs when Charles tickles her belly, and burbles nonsense words that sound like ‘Cha, Cha’ when he pretends to eat her feet.
“You’re head over heels already, aren’t you?” he asks, as he reaches tentatively to brush her tiny cheek with his finger tips. Laura’s skin is petal soft, and her eyes are a few shades of blue darker than Charles’. “You… you just met her. And just like that, you’ve taken her into your home and into your heart. You love her.”
Charles smiles, and reaches for Logan’s hand. “What can I say? Like father, like daughter.”