This is my first fanfiction in long time. Please enjoy. Beta by:Romanec

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the X-men. This story is mostly Hank/Alex and bits of Erik/Charles both Mpreg. If you don't like Mpreg please read a different story.

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Family Of Our Own

Chapter 1

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Laying amongst cream colored sheets, tucked against a warm chest, he admired the golden ring around his finger, and the very small diamond in the center that gleamed in the morning sun.

Alex Summers never thought he would see the day that he would be engaged to Hank McCoy.

They had been dating over four years and Hank thought it was time to seal the deal. His words had been more eloquent, more romantic, but for the life of himself Alex couldn't remember what they had been. Only that they had been said, and that Hank, blushing dark blue, had slipped this ring onto his finger with one simple "yes".

It was times like this that, laying peacefully in his bed against his lover, undisturbed, free, that Alex was grateful for Charles and his school. Because if it wasn't for the professor, he would have never have met Hank.

Hank. Despite his lover's beastly exterior, the man was gentle, more at peace in the lab or reading books in the library than he was on the battlefield that suited his mutant code name. Sometimes, they would lay under the shade of a tree and stare at the clouds together, just because Hank wanted to get out of the lab. Other times, he would drag Alex to the library, curl them both up on the sofa with a book that was decidedly not about science, and read aloud to him. It calmed him, he said. Made things seem more at peace.

To Alex, this was the happiness he had been searching for all his life. He had a family with the others here, and would start his own with Hank - the two of them, together and just happy. He would have never of thought something like this would ever to happen him. Being in prison kept him from dreaming of life on the outside. It had been easier not to even think about it. But now ...

He let out a small sigh as he watched his love sleep against the pillows. But now things were different. Finally different.

"Alex! Is Hank here?" The voice, soft and low beyond the wooden door, belonged to Sean, who probably wanted one of his wings fixed. He lifted his gaze to watch as the knob turned and his best friend's head poked through, mouth forming a "O" of realization at the sight of the sleeping Hank, who had only gotten about four hours of sleep so far. Alex put his finger to his lips to warn the other from speaking loudly, as he was prone to do without warning or cause, and at that ginger left the room with an understanding nod, mouthing "later", leaving him alone with his blue-fur mutant.

"Hank," he whispered to his love, brushing a kiss against a fur-covered cheek. "Hank. I love you." With that he got up from their bed, leaving a note just incase Hank woke up before he got back.

He made his way into the kitchen, expecting silence, only to see Erik and Charles already there, dressed for the day and drinking their morning coffee at the small personal table. Sunlight beamed through the windows uncontested, giving the scene a classic domestic atmosphere.

"Good morning, Alex." The professor smiled, while Erik only greeted him with 'Morning Alexander', which made the professor roll his eyes. "How is Hank?" He continued cheerfully.

"Tired," Alex replied, lifting the coffee pot to examine its contents. The aroma engulfed him pleasantly. Not decaf. Thank God. "He's overworking himself again." He pulled a mug from the cabinet.

"You should talk to him about that," Erik grunted bluntly, taking another sip of his coffee. Pouring his own glass, Alex smirked as he watched the professor elbow the German lightly in the ribs, and shook his head at their antics.

"How's the baby?" he asked, smirk becoming a smile as the two men instantly brightened. This was a much better subject.

"Kicking and never letting me sleep," the telepath moaned, though his hand gently slipped to caress his stomach.

"I can't believe you're letting him have coffee," he said pointedly to Erik, who scowled in response. It was the professor who answered, however.

"I'll tell you the same thing I told him - if you try and take it away, I will have you spending the rest of your life playing dress-up with Raven." He stuck out his tongue petulantly, but then his gaze turned sly as he continued. "Are you and Hank going to start having children anytime soon?"

The blond mutant almost choked on his coffee at the words. Children? He and Hank weren't ready for baby. Nowhere near ready. They hadn't even discussed-. "Whoa. Who said we..What?" He was at a loss of words, a small trickle of cold fear dripping down his spine. Children?

Both telepath and metal-bender laughed at his reaction, teeth gleaming in identical smiles. "We were just teasing you, Alex," the professor assured, still chuckling under his words. "We don't expect a baby from you two for at least another five years or so." Erik nodded firmly in agreement.

"Yes. We do not want grandchildren just yet. Far too young. Don't you agree, Charles?"

The brown haired mutant only smiled. "Let's just get you two married first. But only after I have Mason. I don't want to be a whale at the wedding." He frowned childishly at the thought.

"What about whales?" Yawned a very tired Hank, slowly padding through the kitchen entrance. His golden eyes sought out Alex immediately.

"It's nothing," Charles muttered. Erik threw another smirk the younger man's way.

Alex ignored the look and sighed, moving to leave and reaching out and grasping Hank's sleeve to pull him along. "It's way too early for this. Let's go back to bed, babe, before I accidentally-on-purpose blow up something.".

"You can't beat Charles and I. He's already pregnant," he heard Erik call from behind them, then heard a sharp yelp and hiss. "Ow! Charles! What? It's true!"

"What was that about?" Hank asked as they trekked back to their room. "You seem flustered."

Even stepping through the door into their air-conditioned and cool room, Alex could feel the flush on his face even as he shook his head. "I don't know. Nothing really." He muttered, shrugging, "They started to talk about us getting pregnant and saying that they were too young to be grandparents and I just ... I just-." Hank immediately cut him off, coming up from behind and resting his larger hands on Alex's broad shoulders with a tight, comforting squeeze.

"Hey," he whispered gently, breath tickling the hairs on the back of his neck. "It's okay. Alex, they were just teasing you. I know we're not ready for any of that right now. But it doesn't hurt to think about it. Right?" He placed a soft kiss to the nape of Alex's neck "Don't we want a family of our own one day?" He nibbled lightly at the sensitive skin, but the words numbed everything to Alex but the ringing word in his ears.

Family.

"Hank, stop." He stepped away, pulling from the warm hands, backing up. Family. Children. "I'm sorry. I can't do this right now."

"Alex?"

But he was darting back out of the door.