Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel.. please don't sue me. I don't make any money



offa this and I earn money frying food, so even if you did sue me, would you really want



to touch the money?



Hey evrybody! I have been a little mundane lately, but for good reason!




I found out that impotence and miscarrages run like tottaly rampent in my family




as well as a host of mental and physical deseases. I know I have to get checked for diabetes,



I show signs of it already, But now I'm also scared of never having children. I hadn't wanted them



until I found out I might not even be able to have them. This has caused me to become a little withdrawn



from my dear love, who has no idea whats going on. What am I surposed to say? I'm sorry I push you away,



I'm sorry I become a little sullen after affection because I feel I underperformed, but hey! You understand right?



It's ok.. we don't need the condom, I can't have kids anyway. Understandably, I feel that I'm not giving my love the needed attention



and that kills me. I wondered what An X-Man, perhaps the only one who



should reproduce would feel about losing that aspect of humanity. I've always wondered how people who save the world daily can deal with



their own failures beyond their own control.





"Sorrow for the Child Not Born."




"I should have known about this sometime before I was thirty five.



Or at least being genius enough to have suspected!"



" Henry Phillip McCoy! Last of the line. Dead end.. Kaput!"



"As I said I really should have known earlier, I had had problems



er... maintaining a state in which is conducive for reproduction. The defective gene that



caused my pridicament was found on my Y chromazone, which places the blame squarely



on my fathers unfortunate accident at the nuclear plant, before I was concieved."



"That and the fact this entire mansion is run on nuclear. It is a wonder tht I am the



only one affected. This also explaines why I have no brothers or sisters iether."



Poor Dad! He wanted to be a grandfather so badly. Trish and I had almost succeeded.




When she miscarried, we blamed the fact that I was a mutant... So we tried again.



And again. I finally put my head together and figured out what was wrong.



I tried combining our zygoats in the lab, but the little fellas just.. didn't move."




"I had wondered if this was something between all mutant and human couples, So I had aquired



samples from Sean and Moira befor she died, and those combined wonderfully. Sean is very proud of his



little boy. Henry Cassidy.. Sigh. lovely boy.


I just didn't want to admit it was me! I feel as though I had lost my manhood. Trish just



thinks I'm stressed, I havn't told her the full scope of things. How can I? It'd break her heart knowing all our



efforts were in vain. All the pain she went through because I was selfish. Because I lied out of embarrassment.



I would love to be as fertle as Jean, or even Logan for that matter.



I could give Trish all the fuzzy blue balls of lungs she wanted.



Maybe erase the shame of our failures. Trish is pregnate again now,



how can I bear to tell her, this one won't work iether?



Can I even look her in the eyes?



I'm already mourning for the child that won't be born."