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RJ lay on his bed, leaning against the backboard, looking down at his wife as she slept fitfully on his lap.
Stoking her hair he stared at her, feeling empty but for a flare of anger aimed only at himself, burning deep and painfully in his stomach. He should have known so much sooner; should have seen it, should have realized that something was wrong....
His wife had been a prisoner, forced to see only the atrocities that girl Tanada had forced her to look at, forced her to believe. She’s been cut off from everything for so long, she still couldn’t move, could barely talk, and he had never thought. He’d been too wrapped up in himself, too insecure and convinced it was all his fault. And be cause of that belief, it had become true.
He bent his head and gently kiss her cheek, a tear slipping out of his closed eyelids. He’d lost his baby: He couldn’t loose his wife.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and he looked up, reaching towards the dresser and his deck of cards, when the door opened slowly and Logan stuck his head in. RJ sighed, hand dropping as he nodded to allow the man in.
“She doin’ any better?” the father asked gruffly, standing before the young couple. RJ shook his head, looking down. Logan looked at them for a moment, then sighed and walked over, sniffing Steph and then squeezing Remy’s shoulder gently.
“It wasn’t yer fault, kid. Tanada was good at what she did. None a’ us knew,” he said, eyes dark.
“But I’m her husband. I known her forever,” he said softly.
“It’ll be ok,” Logan repeated. “She’ll recover. You will, too. N’ if you two are as close as I think ya are this’ll only bring ya closer together.”
“She gonna wake up, realize it wasn’ her fault de baby’s dead, den realize it’s mine. How is she gonna forgive me for lettin’ her be tortured and held hostage...” RJ shook his head as he cried softly.
“Well I got news for ya, kid, neither one a ya was at any fault fer what happened, n’ what’s more, yer baby ain’t dead,” Logan rumbled.
“What?” RJ’s head snapped up, and he stared at Logan. “What’re you talkin’ about?”
“That café, the Lunatic one, Tanada went there a few times,” Logan said. “N’ some a’ Little Steph’s friends there found out what was goin’ on. Some mutant named Charlie took yer baby n’ gave it t’ somebody else fer safe keepin’, so nothin’ would happen t’ it. It’s safe n’ sound in the Deadworld.”
“D’ Deadworld?” RJ exclaimed, looking at him as if he were crazy. “Non! Dat ain’t safe! We gotta get ma bebe back!”
“We can’t. She’s too big ta give back, she’s gonna have ta be born. But trust me kid, it don’ get safer than the Warlady.”
“De Warlady?” RJ stared at him, going white.
“Yeah. What’s wrong?” Logan frowned.
“What if she won’ give us our bebe back?” RJ said weakly.
“No,” Logan said firmly. “She knows she’s only keepin’ it safe fer you two. N’ I’m workin’ on convincin’ her ta come ta this world later on so she has it safely. N’ Henry’s gettin’ Trask over here ta bring blue over there ta check on her now.”
“I wanna go too,” RJ said, sitting up straighter. “Me n’ Steph... non, we need t’ be dere too!”
“We’ll see,” Logan frowned. “But know, kid, yer baby’s safe. N’ you two will get through this. Even I kin see that.”
RJ looked down, grateful and amazed that after all this, his wife’s father seemed to actually believe in them, and approve of him.
“Well, I’m gonna let ya rest. Take care a’ her now, y’hear?” Logan said, standing. “She needs ya.”
“I’ll do everytin’ n’ anythin’,” RJ said softly. Logan nodded, then left.
Alone RJ closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then moved Steph over and lay down beside her, pulling her close as tears of joy ran down his face.
“We still have our bebe,” he whispered. “You don’ have t’ cry no more, cherie. We have our bebe back.”
Stoking her hair he stared at her, feeling empty but for a flare of anger aimed only at himself, burning deep and painfully in his stomach. He should have known so much sooner; should have seen it, should have realized that something was wrong....
His wife had been a prisoner, forced to see only the atrocities that girl Tanada had forced her to look at, forced her to believe. She’s been cut off from everything for so long, she still couldn’t move, could barely talk, and he had never thought. He’d been too wrapped up in himself, too insecure and convinced it was all his fault. And be cause of that belief, it had become true.
He bent his head and gently kiss her cheek, a tear slipping out of his closed eyelids. He’d lost his baby: He couldn’t loose his wife.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and he looked up, reaching towards the dresser and his deck of cards, when the door opened slowly and Logan stuck his head in. RJ sighed, hand dropping as he nodded to allow the man in.
“She doin’ any better?” the father asked gruffly, standing before the young couple. RJ shook his head, looking down. Logan looked at them for a moment, then sighed and walked over, sniffing Steph and then squeezing Remy’s shoulder gently.
“It wasn’t yer fault, kid. Tanada was good at what she did. None a’ us knew,” he said, eyes dark.
“But I’m her husband. I known her forever,” he said softly.
“It’ll be ok,” Logan repeated. “She’ll recover. You will, too. N’ if you two are as close as I think ya are this’ll only bring ya closer together.”
“She gonna wake up, realize it wasn’ her fault de baby’s dead, den realize it’s mine. How is she gonna forgive me for lettin’ her be tortured and held hostage...” RJ shook his head as he cried softly.
“Well I got news for ya, kid, neither one a ya was at any fault fer what happened, n’ what’s more, yer baby ain’t dead,” Logan rumbled.
“What?” RJ’s head snapped up, and he stared at Logan. “What’re you talkin’ about?”
“That café, the Lunatic one, Tanada went there a few times,” Logan said. “N’ some a’ Little Steph’s friends there found out what was goin’ on. Some mutant named Charlie took yer baby n’ gave it t’ somebody else fer safe keepin’, so nothin’ would happen t’ it. It’s safe n’ sound in the Deadworld.”
“D’ Deadworld?” RJ exclaimed, looking at him as if he were crazy. “Non! Dat ain’t safe! We gotta get ma bebe back!”
“We can’t. She’s too big ta give back, she’s gonna have ta be born. But trust me kid, it don’ get safer than the Warlady.”
“De Warlady?” RJ stared at him, going white.
“Yeah. What’s wrong?” Logan frowned.
“What if she won’ give us our bebe back?” RJ said weakly.
“No,” Logan said firmly. “She knows she’s only keepin’ it safe fer you two. N’ I’m workin’ on convincin’ her ta come ta this world later on so she has it safely. N’ Henry’s gettin’ Trask over here ta bring blue over there ta check on her now.”
“I wanna go too,” RJ said, sitting up straighter. “Me n’ Steph... non, we need t’ be dere too!”
“We’ll see,” Logan frowned. “But know, kid, yer baby’s safe. N’ you two will get through this. Even I kin see that.”
RJ looked down, grateful and amazed that after all this, his wife’s father seemed to actually believe in them, and approve of him.
“Well, I’m gonna let ya rest. Take care a’ her now, y’hear?” Logan said, standing. “She needs ya.”
“I’ll do everytin’ n’ anythin’,” RJ said softly. Logan nodded, then left.
Alone RJ closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then moved Steph over and lay down beside her, pulling her close as tears of joy ran down his face.
“We still have our bebe,” he whispered. “You don’ have t’ cry no more, cherie. We have our bebe back.”