Part 1

“Gambit not gonna do dis.” Gambit stared at the other X-Men, crossing his arms over his chest.

“You’ll do it and like it, Cajun,” Wolverine growled menacingly.

“Come now, Remy,” Storm said. “How hard could it be?”

“If it’s so easy, you do it, Stormie,” Gambit replied. “Gambit is a t’ief. Gambit is an X-Man. Gambit is many t’ings. But Gambit never been, isn’t, and never will be a sitter!”

Jean Grey sighed. “Remy, please. We don’t have time to argue.”

“Gambit not gonna do dis, chere. You and Scott de happy couple; you need de practice, non?”

Scott’s face went scarlet.

“Really, Remy. You’re being very immature about this whole thing,” Psylocke pointed out.

Gambit turned to Psylocke. “Fine. Gambit do it.” Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. “But only if she do, too,” he said, pointing at Psylocke.

“Done!” Angel said quickly.

“Hey!” she shouted in protest.

Gambit grinned at her. “Shall we go, Betsy?” he asked, offering her his arm.

“Touch me and die,” she spat. Wolverine chuckled quietly.

Bishop stared at his hands, his left eye twitching every few seconds. “I can do this,” he told himself. “I’ve faced off with villains bent on world domination. I can handle a bunch of...of...children.”

A shrill whine broke into his thoughts. “Mister Bishop, Ev’s lookin’ at meeee!!!”

Bishop finally broke down, covering his face with his hands. “I CAN’T DO THIS!” he sobbed. He looked upwards. “Why? What have I done to deserve such punishment?!” He choked back another sob as his head dropped to the table in front of him.

That was how Gambit and Betsy found him ten minutes later. “Bishop?” Betsy asked uncertainly.

The man’s head snapped up instantly at the sound of a voice that wasn’t screaming or wailing. Unfortunately, there were two dried Cheerios sticking to his forehead.

Gambit and Betsy looked at each other. *Don’t say anything.*

Gambit nodded slightly, thankful that Betsy was a telepath. Otherwise, he might be rolling on the floor with laughter right now.

“We’ve come to relieve you,” Betsy said slowly, certain that the man’s hearing had been damaged after countless hours with the children.

At first, Bishop only blinked, possibly in disbelief. Then a look of pure joy came over his face. “Y-You mean it?!”

Gambit nodded.

Bishop was so excited, he didn’t know what to do. Finally, he stood up. “Elisabeth?” he asked.

“Yes, Bishop?”

A strange look came over his face. Before Betsy could read his thoughts, Bishop grabbed her and pulled her into a passionate kiss. As he let go, Betsy stumbled back into Gambit, who’s mouth was wide open in shock. “Thank you so much,” he whimpered, wiping a tear from his eye. Betsy, still confused, touched her lips in surprise.

“You feelin’ okay?” Gambit asked.

“FREE!” Bishop screamed, running out of the nursery. “FREE, I TELL YOU! BA HA HA HA!!!”

“Mon dieu,” Gambit muttered. “Gambit t’inkin’ we in big trouble, chere.”

“You’re the one that got me into this,” Betsy replied coldly. “Let’s just get this over with.”

“Hey, gimme back my diaper! I need that! I gotta...um...never mind...”

Betsy and Gambit looked at each other. “If we survive this?” she said slowly. “I’ll kill you myself.”