INT. X-MANSION MEDICAL WING - DAY
Logan walks into the pristine, high-tech medical wing of the X-Mansion, his face twisted into a mix of discomfort and annoyance. His signature leather jacket is unzipped, and for once, the once rock-hard abs are nowhere in sight—his belly has grown soft, bulging over the waistband of his jeans. He’s felt bloated for weeks now, and the morning sickness is becoming unbearable.
Hank McCoy (Beast) looks up from his clipboard as Logan enters, raising an eyebrow.
HANK: (smiling, curious)
"Logan, this is a surprise. You look... different."
LOGAN: (grumbling)
"Yeah, yeah. Don’t start. I’m not here for a chat. Something’s wrong. I’m sick in the mornings, can’t keep food down, and I’ve… (gesturing to his belly) ... put on weight."
Hank's expression shifts to concern, motioning Logan to sit on the examination couch.
HANK: (slightly teasing but professional)
"Take off your jacket and shirt, and let’s see what’s going on."
Logan does as he’s told, lying down, shirt lifted to expose his swollen abdomen. Hank applies gel to Logan's belly and picks up the ultrasound device, pressing it against Logan’s skin.
The screen flickers to life, and Hank’s eyes narrow in concentration, moving the wand carefully across Logan’s stomach.
HANK: (after a long moment)
"Hmm… there’s definitely something here. Alive, even."
LOGAN: (snapping, a bit panicked)
"A parasite?! Goddammit. Figures. Just cut it out of me, Hank. I’ll heal up fast."
Hank holds up a hand, continuing to study the screen, his face serious but calm. He moves the ultrasound wand slowly, taking his time.
HANK: (softly, almost in awe)
"No, Logan. It’s not a parasite."
He glances up at Logan, eyes meeting his with an unreadable expression.
HANK:
"Congratulations, Logan. You’re… pregnant."
Logan stares at him, his jaw going slack. For a moment, he doesn’t seem to comprehend the words, but then—
LOGAN: (stunned, almost laughing in disbelief)
"You’re joking, right? I mean, I don’t have the parts for that!"
HANK: (shaking his head, still serious)
"It appears that your mutation allows your body to adapt and create what’s necessary to carry a child when the situation demands it. You’re capable of impregnating others, and it seems, under the right circumstances, of being impregnated yourself."
Logan blinks, utterly taken aback by this revelation.
HANK: (pause, delicate but firm)
"I have to ask, Logan… Did you have intercourse with a man recently? Without protection?"
Logan exhales deeply, running a hand through his hair, and nods, a slight smirk tugging at his lips despite the situation.
LOGAN: (soft chuckle, resigned)
"Yeah. I slept with Wade. I mean, we’re both immune to diseases. Didn’t think there was any risk…"
Hank nods thoughtfully, continuing with the examination.
HANK:
"You’re about two months along, but since your mutation derives from wolverines, I estimate you’ll carry for only around 215 days—about seven months in total. The child is developing quickly. You’ll need to make a decision now."
Logan’s eyes soften, and for once, the tough exterior fades.
LOGAN: (tentative, vulnerable)
"Can I… Can I hear it? The heartbeat?"
Hank offers a small, reassuring smile and adjusts the machine. A soft, rhythmic sound fills the room, quick and steady, and Logan’s breath catches. For a moment, there’s nothing but the sound of that tiny heartbeat, and Logan feels something bloom inside him.
LOGAN: (whispering, a gentle smile forming)
"I’ve always wanted a kid. Never thought… (laughs softly) Never thought I’d be the one carrying it, though."
He looks at Hank, eyes shining with emotion.
LOGAN:
"But I’m keeping it."
Hank places a hand on Logan’s shoulder, offering him a moment of silent support.
HANK:
"Then we’ll make sure you and the baby are taken care of, Logan. You won’t be alone in this."
Logan nods, eyes drifting back to the screen, his hand unconsciously resting on his swollen belly. For the first time in weeks, the nausea, the discomfort, the fear—all of it melts away, leaving only the quiet, overwhelming joy of hearing his child’s heartbeat.
