"Just a suite?" Logan began while he simultaneously realized how real the situation had become. Crib, diapers, clothes, bottles, eighteen sixteen-years of hardcore parenting. Then all the questions he hadn't asked himself. Their child clearly had a healing factor, but would he or she have his extended lifespan? Could he outlive his child? And if their spawn did have his prolonged life, something Logan had considered a severe curse, how would they deal with that? And what if another Stryker got his hands on another Logan? His grip on Eva's body tightened; his literal anchor in the choppy seas of his mind.
Wolverine's eyes focused on Zap, curious for a moment if she'd actually read his thoughts. Her question (are you sure you're okay with this?), had been remarkably timed. "Yeah." He answered, rather unconvincingly but nevertheless smirked when he watched naked Eva spirit to his 'basic' shower. Wolverine stared at the ceiling for a few minutes, listened to the water turn on, then abandoned his bed for the bathroom. The steam had already filled the smaller room while he lovingly spied on the silhouette of Evangeline. "I've spent most of life trusting my instincts." Logan started, bare shoulder pressed against the tile wall. "I gotta be honest, Eva. My instincts are tellin' me to build a log cabin in the woods, take you there, and disappear." Wolverine shared and hoped she understand his inclination to protect her by dropping off the grid. His thumb traced the knuckles on the opposite hand, where the claws that had defined so much of his life were hidden. A constant reminder of what had always happened to mutants and would no doubt continue. He pulled open the curtain and stepped into the tub and placed his head on Eva's damp shoulder. "I'm not going to let anything bad happen to either of you. I swear."