Rebecca wiped her brow as she continued to stir the meat for their breakfast. She turned and checked the clock as she realized that it was almost 7:30. She knew she was right on time as she double checked her other ingredients to make sure that everything was cooking just fine. Rebecca grabbed the plates and assembled them into a line as she started to turn off the stove. Her stomach grumbled as she willed herself not to take another bite until she was sitting at the table with everyone else.

The door opened as a tall, lanky man came in with glasses and a newspaper under his arm, "Good morning!"

"Morning, Hank" Rebecca smiled up to him as she placed the food on each plate.

Hank leaned over and watched as he asked, "So what are we having today?"

"Breakfast Chorizo, Kale, and Tomato Skillet" Rebecca said before she popped in, "Over cheesy cheddar grits"

"Wow… sounds like a mouthful" Hank answered honestly.

Rebecca smiled to him, "I'm hoping so, after finally cleaning out the mansion, I wanted to do something special, you know?"

Hank rose an eyebrow to her, "We only cleared off the first floor, remember? We still got loads to do for the dormitory and the attic level"

"I was trying to remain positive" Rebecca glared at him, "But then you always just keep reminding me to be realistic"

Rebecca shook her head, "Buzzkill"

A voice shouted from down the hall, "Is that breakfast I smell?"

At the sound of the voice, Rebecca felt her heart flop out of her body and fly over head as she nearly fumbled and spilled the last of the food. A blush rose to her cheeks as she cleared her throat and pretended to not notice what she did even though Hank was watching her closely and even more amused than when he first walked in. Rebecca felt her palms sweat as she quickly rubbed them on her apron and double checked her food to see if she missed anything. When she realized that everything was ready, she still remained in the kitchen and made no move to try to walk into the next room.

Hank gave a sidenod, "Your future husband is waiting for you"

"Shut up" Rebecca hissed in a small voice, "Don't call him that"

"Why? Cause it's true? When are you guys ever going to talk about it" Hank badgered on.

"It's complicated. I've always wondered what it would be like to be in a relationship with Charles and now I hear I get married to him" Rebecca stopped as she twisted her ring, "After stopping Erik and Mystique I just realized that now everything is calmed down and we can start… but that's just it. We know all of the decks to be played out but where do we go from here?"

Hank rolled his eyes as he picked up the three plates and walked over to the next room as Rebecca trailed after him, whispering for him to stop. When they burst into the other room, Charles was already waiting at the table as he turned and smiled to them, his eyes lingering on Rebecca. She stopped and gave him a shy smile and a wave before she walked over to her normal seat and sat down.

"Excellent!" Charles beamed at the food, "I'm starving"

"You would've waited longer if Rebecca was in the kitchen by herself" Hank teased.

Rebecca grumbled, "I was just making sure I had everything"

"Well, it looks lovely" Charles told her, "Thank you, sweetie"

"You're welcome" Rebecca smiled.

It's only been four days since the White House incident and the first time Rebecca's ever heard Charles call her sweetie and she still hasn't gotten used to it. She sometimes wished that she knew where Logan was, she needed his guidance now.

Hank looked over to Charles, "So what's on the agenda today?"

"Ah… I was thinking about determining the grade levels for our school while the both of you are cleaning out everything still" Charles told him.

Rebecca shrugged, "That doesn't sound so bad"

"It's actually quite complicated" Hank turned to her, "Not only does he have to predict the ages in mutants that will need him the most, he's got to make the school plausible for the human eye, what subjects to cover in the year, and how many will have to branch off from there"

Rebecca stared at Hank as if he was actually talking to her in a different language before Charles chuckled and turned to her.

"Basically, I have to write down what I plan on doing here and why should I even try to open a school in this mansion before we get the green light from the Board of Education" Charles explained to her.

"That shouldn't be too bad"

"Oh, but that was before Erik's deeds were all over the news" Hank mentioned.

"You're planning on telling them that we're mutants?" Rebecca turned to Charles.

"Of course" Charles told her, "Erik was right about one thing; it's that we shouldn't have to hide because we're different. If anything, I would hope that the humans would be more on board with our offer once more. Secretly, they want mutants away from their children because they fear we won't be able to control our powers and hurt someone. With this school, we make sure to claim that we can not only make sure the children don't hurt anybody but also that they will learn to control their powers"

Hank nodded, "Great, maybe while we take our breaks the two of you can go out and have ice-cream or something"

"Oh, no! I really couldn't!"

"We have too much stuff here to do"

"We can't just simply rest when we're so close to opening up the school"

"Maybe next time just not right now"

Hank rolled his eyes as both Charles and Rebecca threw out excuse after excuse of not being alone together. He wished that it was only Rebecca who was nervous of the whole ordeal but unfortunately it wasn't. Charles had somehow turned just as shy as Rebecca was. He watched as the two stole glances toward one another but did nothing as they both ate in silence. Hank huffed as he took a drink of his coffee, nearly running down to the wire with ideas on how to get those two together.

"Unless you want to go" a voice broke Hank out of his thoughts.

"Excuse me?" Hank asked Rebecca.

Rebecca shrugged, "If you're craving ice-cream then why not? We can all go together"

Charles nodded, "I think that would be great, what do you say, Hank? Let's all go together"

Hank just looked from one to the other before he blurted out, "I think I'm becoming lactose intolerant"

"Ew!"

"Sorry to hear that"

Hank got up and walked over to the kitchen as Rebecca shot up her head and looked in his direction as she remembered that he was eating dairy products right now, "Hey! Wait a minute!"

Hank pushed through the door and cleaned up his plate as he looked over to Chase who was bundled up next to his food and eating. Hank washed his plate before he turned to the cat as his green eyes lazily looked at him before looking back to his food. He never really thought about animals wanting to talk to humans until Rebecca came around with her ability to talk to animals. Even though most of his talks to Chase were still one-sided, he grew respect over him that he never thought he would.

"What's it going to take to get those two together?" he asked the cat.

Chase only glanced up for a moment as Hank continued, "I mean, they know it's going to happen, they know why there as a strain on their marriage and they still don't even want to try"

Hank sighed as he said, "This is going to be a lot harder than I ever thought possible"

Chase watched him leave before Rebecca pushed open the door as she held two empty plates. She looked around, assuming that Hank was going to be in there but realized he wasn't. She let out an irritated huff as she turned and started to wash the dishes. Chase walked over a little bit closer to her before he started to lick the side of his paw.

Rebecca asked, "Why does Hank always have to make things awkward?"

Chase answered, "Because both you and Charles are acting like you don't know what's going to happen between the two of you when you literally know the life story"

"We'll make it in our own time" Rebecca crossed her arms over her chest, "He needs to stop playing matchmaker"

Chase huffed, "Well someone's going to have to because between the two of you… nothing's going to happen if you both wait it out"

"Why did I even think that you would side with me?" Rebecca rolled her eyes to the cat as he shrugged before he left the room.