Disclaimer – The characters belong to Marvel except little Alex.

Authoress- Okay, okay. I have two other stories hanging and no updates. I promise now that it's the hols, I'll do something about that. This was just a spur of the moment kind of thing but I hope it's good.

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"Good night, Alex." The young, slim brunette kissed the three year old boy's forehead.

"'Night, mommy," was the little boy's mumbled reply as he turned to face the wall, half-asleep already.

The young, single mother stood up and stretched, her actions cat-like. The doorbell rang, startling her. She glanced at her wrist-watch. It was almost midnight, who would want to bother her, especially at this hour?

Quietly, she slipped out of her son's room, leaving the door slightly open so that the light in the hallway flooded the small crack. Assured that her son was still asleep, she began to walk to the door. Unlatching the door, she opened it and gasped, "Pie… Pietro!"

His platinum white hair slicked back, a discreet earring twinkling in his left ear, his breathtaking smile, although slightly sheepish, Pietro Maximoff had grown from the eighteen year old heartbreaking bad boy into a confident, devastatingly handsome young man. Wherever he had disappeared to for four years had done him some good.

Pietro smirked and lightly closed her mouth with his index finger. "Nice impersonation of a guppy, Pryde. Did you miss me that much?"

Kitty Pryde immediately jerked back, as though stung by his touch. "How?"

Pietro shrugged. "Dropped by the Brotherhood just now, Wanda gave me your address so here I am," he smirked again, "Aren't you going to let me in?"

Somewhat speechless, Kitty hesitated. Seeing her hesitation, Pietro quickly pushed the door open before she could react. He looked at her expectantly. "The sitting room's on your left. I'll get us some drinks." She said, closing the door.

Yesterday if anyone had told her had told her that she would be drinking tea with Pietro late at night, she would have laughed at that thought. Right now, Kitty didn't really know how she felt.

Pietro watched his ex-girlfriend carefully. From the moment he came until now, Kitty had refrained from any contact with him. He noted that she flinched when he put a hand on her knee, trying to rouse her from her thoughts. From whatever information about Kitty he had managed to gather from Wanda, his twin sister, he knew that Kitty was still single. He couldn't understand why though. Kitty was beautiful, she definitely had no lack of suitors when he had left. Then again, that was four years ago, and Wanda had been evasive about answering most of his questions.

"Mommy?"

Kitty gasped, her face as white as his hair. There was someone else in this apartment. Kitty was already rushing to the door across the sitting room but Pietro was faster. He threw open the door, and stopped. A boy, not older than four probably, was rubbing his eyes sleepily. It wasn't his presence that shocked Pietro but it was the boy's appearance.

'This boy is my child,' the realization struck him. The platinum white hair, the blue eyes, although they were considerably lighter than his own, the boy even had the same sculpted face as Pietro. It was a spitting image of him.

A bit dazed, he stood by the door as Kitty picked him up. Immediately, the boy rested his head on Kitty's shoulder, eyes clouded in confusion when his gaze fell on Pietro. However, sleep claimed the boy before anything else happened.

Kitty felt herself flush. She was trying to hide Alex away from Pietro but that had not been successful. She laid her son back on his bed and tucked him in. Without meeting Pietro's gaze, she walked out of Alex's room, Pietro following her.

"That was my son." Pietro said. It was a statement, not a question.

Suddenly, Kitty felt exhausted. How she wished she could tell him otherwise. However, it was obvious who Alex's father was, after all Alex was practically a living clone of his father. Kitty nodded as she began clearing away the cups.

Pietro placed a hand on her arm. Noticing her shudder, he released her but took the tray and cups away from her. "You're tired. Let me do it."

Silence fell as Kitty watched Pietro place the cups in the dishwasher. "What's his name?"

Kitty looked at him, he saw a tiny flash of hurt pass through her eyes before she replied, "Alexander."

Then it struck Pietro. He had been dating Kitty for three months and they were very much in love. He remembered Kitty's giggles as they planned their future together, in the secrecy of the woods near the Brotherhood's home.

----flashback –-----

Pietro looked at the childish t-shirt Kitty was wearing and snorted.

"What?" Kitty asked, her eyes innocent.

"Meet Dumb, Ditzy, Daft and Dozy." Pietro closed his eyes and waved in the vague direction of Kitty's shirt.

"Huh. I wouldn't leave you to name the kids." Kitty said before she squealed.

Pietro had rolled on top of her. He kissed her softly. "I would leave all that to you, sweetheart."

They had kissed some more before Pietro finally got off her. Now Kitty was resting on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. "Alexander."

Pietro cracked open an eye. "What?"

"Our child. His name would be Alexander." Kitty explained.

"And how would you know if it was a boy?"

Kitty blushed. "Oh, you know," She cuddled him, "Just a hunch."

----end----

Pietro felt angry, hurt and shocked. For these past three years he had been in university, he had no idea that he had a son. Why didn't Kitty tell him?

'Ah, but she couldn't have. You left without warning, at your father's insistence. No one knew where you went.' A voice inside his head said nastily.

Pietro sighed, and gazed back at the door his son currently was. How could he be so thoughtless as to up and run away? Leaving Kitty with just a note saying he was gone and all the best to her?

"You know. The day I received your letter was the day I found out I was pregnant, but I couldn't tell you because no-one knew where you had gone." Kitty said, clearly understanding his questioning look at her.

Pietro coughed guiltily. "I … I didn't know. I would have come back if I had known."

Kitty laughed humorlessly. "I doubt that, Maximoff. I'm sure obeying your father would still be your first priority. Besides, I had been forewarned. Mr. Logan, Scott, even Lance warned me about this. I should have known better but I didn't care then. I had loved you and that was what mattered to me then."

Pietro stared at her, his turn to be speechless. She had called him Maximoff. It's been an extremely long time since Kitty had called him that. She had loved him? Does that mean? His thoughts were cut off by Kitty.

"I'm tired. Perhaps you should go home, we'll talk another time." She said, walking to the door and opening it for him.

Clearly, this conversation was over. Pietro badly wanted to hug or kiss her but seeing her now, it was better that he did not. "I'll see you later, Kitty." He murmured as he passed her.