RJ lay on his bed, leaning against the backboard, looking down at his wife as she slept fitfully on his lap ( Read more... )

Tanada strolled into the bedroom, still troubled about the days events. She stopped, however, when she nearly crashed into RJ, who was waiting with a large number of roses and one of the biggest grins she'd seen yet ( Read more... )

Tanada sighed as she went to the door of her new room. She hadn't spoken directly with Little Steph's husband, her husband now, yet, and she wasn't looking forward to it. It was only comfortable knowing that Little Steph was chained down, deep inside a box, cut off from everything. But now Tanada was sharing the sights, she wanted Little Steph to ( Read more... )

Little Steph’s form slowly made her way through the long, dark halls. She was thinking, and thinking heavily, one hand absently on her stomach. This was bad. Magneto wouldn’t like it, and neither did the mind controlling the eyes.

Maybe... if she got rid of it.....

@#&!*, if you hurt my baby I swear to #%!@ I’ll-“Oh shut up,” she muttered ( Read more... )

RJ cheered as he ran down the halls, hot on his wife's scent trail as he whooped and charged, bursting into their room and knocking her flat on the bed, him on top ( Read more... )

Lately... everything's been bleak... and hurting ( Read more... )

“So... we’re up,” Little Steph sighed, snuggled into RJ’s side as the leaned against the headboard of Steph and Hank’s bed.

“Kind of,” RJ said, rubbing his cheek against her hair. She leaned up and kissed him, and after a few minutes pulled away with a sigh.

“Teffie’s gonna kill us,” she said, looking at the destroyed bed.

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Little Steph sighs as she logs on.

Remy's out for the count. The relief work really hurt him, he's been so sad, an' I dunno what t' do. He's so hurt, and when I woke up and was strong enough t' I tried to mkae the hurt go away, but he turned over in his sleep like in his dreams he's relivin' somethin' an' his heart's breakin' again..... She ( Read more... )

Since my lovin' girl won't show me how t' set up one a dese liddle 'counts, I'm jus' gonna have t' use hers.

Heyya, My names Remy Kurt LeBeau, son a' Milana n' Remy Sr. LeBeau.

Right, 'kay, here comes de love o' my life t' take back her journal....

Especially when all she does is run around giggling and tackling Blue. Really, how mature is it for everyone's mother-figure and doctor to be running around hitting eachother on the butt, tackling eachother, and giggling like little kids ( Read more... )