The house is quiet today. Everyone but me and the kids are gone. Walking past the TV room, I see them.

Every time I see her, I react...badly. God, she looks so much like her father. Just like baby Megan looks like me.

I don't mean to take my war with Creed out on her. It just happens. How could she be his daughter and be his exact opposite?

No matter what I say or do to her, she just looks at me with quiet acceptance. What did Creed's clone do to her to make her accept anything done to her without complaint?

She is draped across the back of the couch just like a great cat.

Looking down at the floor, I see Megan, our daughter, staring at one of those toys that spins and makes noises when a kid grabs at the stuff hanging down from it.

I have to laugh. She is looking at her toy like Beast looks at a new problem that he has to solve. She is staring intently at it with a frown on her little face and one tiny fist raised up.

Rowan looks up at me. I am smiling at Megan but when my eyes turn to Rowan the laughter stops and the smile disappears.

Rowan looks away.

"Logan do you want Megan now?" She asks quietly.

"No," is all I say as I walk away.

Why can't I accept this ready-made family? Gambit has.

Sinister made these kids, a sister for Gambit and a daughter for me.

I guess I don't because I don't want to loose them too. So I push them away thinking it will hurt less now than later when there gone.

Jean keeps telling me to accept Rowan. I already love Megan more than life itself but I am afraid to love Rowan too.

Mounting the stairs, I head toward my room.

I don't trust myself. I want Rowan but she is still a child too.

It will break both of their hearts and Jubes too but I have to leave. It is getting harder and harder to stay away from Rowan. And when I look into her eyes I see the adult she will become and I want her even more.