Disclaimer:
All characters mentioned in this story belong to Marvel except for Adara and she belongs to me. I am not trying to make any money from this story, but I am sharing what I hope is a tender moment. Adara is Arabic for virgin.
A soft whimper pulled Logan from the lazy haze of slumber. Moving careful so not to disturb the sleeping figure beside him, Logan slipped silently from their bed. The brilliant glow from the full moon illuminated the room as Logan moved towards the crib. As if sensing his approach, the whimpering turned to coos and gurgles. With careful hands, Logan reached into the crib and lifted his daughter into his arms.
Even now, after four months, Logan found it hard to believe that he could produce something so beautiful. For most of his life, the ugliness of death, war, and destruction seemed to haunt him. He had gained the reputation of being the best at what he did, and what he did best wasn't very nice.
But now looking down at his daughter, he knew that he was being giving a second chance. A chance to make up for all the mistakes that he had made in the past. A chance to finally have everything that he thought he could never have. Baby Adara smiled up at him revealing startling gray eyes that she inherited from him. However, the shining, white crown of hair had come from her mother. Or as Beast had proclaimed the day of her birth, "the best from both parents".
Adara waved her small arms into the air indicating that she wanted her father to hold her closer.
"So you wanna hang out with your old man?" Logan whispered to Adara as carried out of the room.
"I see that Adara has inherited your nocturnal habits," Charles greeted the pair as they entered his study.
"Actually, Gumbo said she got that from him," Logan said as he sat down across from Charles. "I figured you'd be up so we decided to come and keep you company." "Speaking of Gambit, I don't suppose you know where he was headed. He's been gone for a week, and no one has heard from him."
Logan laughed. "You know how the Cajun is, Chuck. He'll show up in a couple days all partied out."
"And what about you, Logan? I remember a time when you would disappear for weeks as well." Logan looked down at his now sleeping daughter.
"Fatherhood has a way of changing a man. But I don't think that I've ever been more scared than when 'Ro told me she was pregnant."
Charles sipped his coffee. "And now?" He prompted.
"Hell, I'm still scared. Scared that one of my enemies will come after Adara. Scared that I'll screw up at being a dad. But I wouldn't give Adara up for anything in the world."
"And that Logan is what will make you a good father. Adara is very lucky to have you, and I am very proud of you."
"O.k. Chuck, you keep that up and you're gonna have me in tears," Logan joked as he stood to leave.
"Thank you, Logan," Charles said.
"For what? Keeping you up with us?"
"For reminding me why my dream is so important. Sometimes I forgot why we fight so hard everyday. But watching you with Adara reminds me that we're fighting so Adara and her generation won't have to."
Moments later, Logan gently laid Adara back into her crib. "Daddy's little angel," he whispered as he kissed her and tucked her blanket around her.
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