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"Logan, let me hold my son."
"No."
"It started, didn't it?" Ororo chuckled and I nodded. "How long did it take, Lyla?"
"About a week or so. Dad just barged in, took Alex and now him and Scott have been arguing for the past ten minutes." I mused and dodged Jubilee's attack. "Too slow, Jubes. And I've been out for seven months."
"How are you so fast!?" She panted.
"Years of experience. You'll get there eventually."
"Logan, I'll buy you cigars. Let me hold my son, for crying out loud!" Scott begged and turned to me. "Tell your father to let me hold our son!"
"Dad, maybe just let him—"
"No." Dad's voice was firm, unwavering. "Kid's just fine where he is."
"Dad." I warned and reached out to grab Alex. "You do realize that Scott's the father, right? I think he gets holding privileges."
"And I'm his grandfather. Grandparents get priority."
"In what world!?" Scott exclaimed and I gave him a look.
"In his world," I deadpanned, gesturing toward Dad, who still wasn't budging.
"Logan, I swear to-"
"You swear what, Summers?" Dad raised an eyebrow and I made quick move to grab Alex and passed him to Scott. "Traitor."
"Hey, buddy." Scott cooed, his shoulders finally relaxing when Alex reached out to touch his face. "Yeah, I missed you too."
"Beast, Bishop and Jean want to see if they can find out what his mutation is." I said and he groaned.
"Can't they just leave me alone with him for five minutes? That's all I ask!"
"Newborn assessment."
"His eyes are red! For all I know and care, he could have my mutation."
"God help us if he does." Dad grumbled and I rolled my eyes.
"Jean's worried about the Phoenix essence in him, Bishop is worried about how the mutation will express and Beast is worried about him showing signs of the gene so early." I tried to reason and Scott sighed. "You'll hold him the whole time, I swear!"
"Fine," he muttered. "But the second they start poking at him, I'm pulling him out of there."
"I'll try to keep it to a minimum."
"Kid's barely a week old, and they're already testing him. Typical." Dad scoffed and we both glared at him.
"It's not a test, Dad. It's an assessment. They just want to make sure he's okay."
"You barely had any of those growing up."
"One, we lived in the middle of nowhere. Two, I'm not the future of mutantkind, Alex is... And we're worried about how his mutation will express and what that could mean for him growing up."
