Disclaimer: X-Men is owned by Marvel, Disney, I think Fox and probably other people I do not know about. I do not own it and am writing this just for fun.

All rights and thanks go to the creator or creators of the Kiss Meme. Thanks for the challenge.

Many thanks also to Spamberguesa for their wonderful story, Alternity that introduced me to this couple. Any one over the age of 18 should totally give it a try.

Author's Note: These are a series of AU X-Men shorts. In most of them they will be without powers though I can not say that for sure on all of them. Some of the stories will interlock. Some will not and some such as this one will be out of sequence.

I hope you will enjoy them. ^_^

Kiss on the Shoulder: Kitty and Eric

"Hank is capable of delivering a child, yes?"

This was not a question anyone really wanted to be asked at two o'clock in the morning. ( Especially if they if they didn't know someone named Hank.)

The receiver of this question thankfully did know a Hank but since it was two o'clock in the morning of the day after the last day of school, which he had celebrated by having perhaps a bit to much to drink, he had no clue who it was that was asking him this rather odd question.

"Who is this? You want to know what?"

The voice on the other end of the phone let out a deep, put upon sigh and replied." Charles, go downstairs ,fix yourself some coffee, get sobered up and while you are at it, wake up Hank and tell him that he better know how to deliver a baby."

With that the person on the other end of the line hung up seemly confident that Charles would follow his directions.

Which to be honest wasn't a bad assumption since that is exactly what Charles did. Regardless of the fact that his muddled brain still wasn't sure who it was.

Pulling himself out of bed and into his wheelchair, Charles made his way into the hall and across it to the room that was kitty corner from his own.

Knocking politely on his door, Charles called out. "Hank,please wake up!"

The door was yanked open before Charles could even remove his fist causing him to overbalance a bit. Straightening back up in his chair, Charles looked up at Hank and bit back a smile.

Hank had obviously been jerked out of sleep, his hair was sticking up in all directions and his glasses were sitting crookedly on his face.

Rubbing his hand across his mouth, Hank asked with a growl in his voice. "Yes, Professor what do you need?"

Charles knew this was going to sound crazy but he was going to say it anyways cause it was that kind of night.

"The voice on the phone says you have to deliver a baby."

Whatever sleepiness that had still been clinging to Hank was gone with these words.

"What?! Professor are you still...?"

The question faded off as Hank tried to figure out how to phrase it without being offensive.

Charles on the other hand was still to tired and just a tad hung over to care.

" I am feeling a bit worse for wear, but I assure you I am no longer drunk as a skunk as Kitty would say."

A small smile crossed both men's faces at the thought of their sassy friend, then breaking the quiet interlude that had sprung up, Hank asked. "So who called and what's this about a baby?"

"I haven't the foggiest on either subject, I'm afraid. Wasn't quiet awake when the call came through. But the voice did sound familiar. He told me to get some coffee and that you better now how to deliver a baby because you will be doing so tonight. Sounded kinda of threatening at that part actually. Oh, it was Eric of course! How silly of me not to recognize him at once."

At this proclamation Hank started looking a little worse for wear, while Charles looked positively delighted at the thought of his best friend's child being born at his house.

Muttering to himself, Hank went back into his room to get dressed and then head down to the school's medical office, hoping against hope that he would have all he needed for the baby.

Charles on the other hand headed over to the elevator, shaking his head and mumbling. "Coffee, really Eric?"

Eric at that moment in time was not thinking about the conversation he had just had with his best friend. Instead he was thinking that he never wanted to have another child. Ever!

Of course if he had voiced these thoughts to his wife she would have used the little bit of the strength she had that was not being used to deal with labor pains to smack him one on the arm and tell him to quite complaining. It wasn't like he was the one about to squeeze an object the size of a large odd shaped pumpkin out of a hole the size of a lime.

Thankfully Eric kept these thoughts to himself so the only thing on him that was sore was his hand. Or it would have been if it hadn't been squeezed numb ages ago.

"Gah! This really really sucks! This so sucks! Why do people do this again?"

"They like children."

"Then why are we doing this again?"

"We like sex and had bad birth control." Was Eric's dry answer to Kitty's complaints.

A sharp laugh ripped from her as Kitty bent over her stomach once again as another contraction hit.

Rubbing his thumb across her knuckles, Eric pressed down on the gas pedal even harder, grateful that the early hour,( or should that be late?) meant there was little to no traffic for him to worry about.

" We're almost there Kitten. Just a few more miles."

Kitty really wanted to pull her legs up to her chest in the faint hope that doing so would relieve some of the pain, but she was pretty sure if she did so the kid was just going to pop out of her and onto the floor of the car. And regardless of how much a neat freak, Eric was she did not want her first and hopefully only child to land head first on it.

Just when she was about to scream the pain had gotten so bad and so constant, they pulled up in front of the mansion.

Swiftly parking the car, Eric exited it and vaulting over the hood ripped open the passenger door and not bothering to wait and see if Kitty could get out on her own, he reached in and lifting her up and out carried her to the front door.

Kitty wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, her breath coming in even pained huffs as she buried her face in his shoulder.

Thankfully before they had to figure out how to knock the door was flung open and Charles was welcoming them in.

A mere half hour later, Eric was sitting against the headboard of the medical room's largest bed, Kitty cradled against his chest both their eyes focused on their daughter who was sleeping peacefully in her mother's arms.

"She looks a little weird, doesn't she?"

Shaking his head slightly, Eric brushed his finger across the small fringe of dark hair that covered their daughter's head and leaning down he placed a gentle kiss on Kitty's shoulder whispering. "She's beautiful. Thank you, Kitten."

Letting out a snort, Kitty shifted around until she was more comfortable and closing her eyes muttered. "You're welcome, you sap."

Their daughter let out a soft coo as her father's silent laughter shook them all.

Special thank you to Setsunakou for proof reading this for me. ^_^