This is a sequel to The right thing.
MANDATORY DISCLAIMER: All characters depicted in here, with the exception of the children, do not belong to me. They belong to Marvel. Any child born to the various characters are my own creation unless otherwise stated. Please do not use without asking. I have plans for them.
Thank you to everyone who reviewed the last chapter of The right thing encouraging me to continue.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is an alternate universe. I tried to follow canon up to a little after Revanche appeared in the comic books. For further notes, see The right thing.
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Chapter One
Betsy sighed in contentment, snuggling deeper into Remy's embrace. They had been together for three months and could not have been happier...usually. A bout of nausea quickly overcame her and she bolted from the bed to the adjoining bathroom. Remy soon joined her, draping her robe over her shoulders and pulling her hair back from her face confining it in a loose twist. Betsy allowed gratitude to seep down their link as the rested her forehead against the cool porceline as he rubbed her back soothingly. Finally, after a seeming eternity of misery, the nausea receeded and Remy quickly handed her a glass of water to wash out her mouth before carrying her back to the bed.
"Remy don't t'ink it's still de flu, amour. You were fine las' night."
She could feel the concern along the link and in his touch as he continued to stroke her hair gently, cradling her against him. "I will go see Hank today."
"You gonna see Henri now." His voice was gentle but firm.
Betsy wanted to protest but her stomach threatened to revolt again and she decided to just agree. The quicker this was over the better.
About an hour later, Remy and Betsy were waiting in Hank's office for the results. Remy was leaning against the wall, too nervous in the lab like surroundings to relax. He hated the infirmary but his worry for her overrode it. So, he stayed with her, holding her as she leaned back against him. She was tired and felt drained but did not want to sit down. It felt too good in Remy's arms as he massaged the tight muscles in her shoulders and stomach. She let her head fall back onto his shoulder and relaxed.
The opening of the door a few minutes later startled her out of the almost trance like state she had been in and she looked at Hank curiously. The blue furred doctor seemed nervous as he sat behind the desk and organized his file before looking up. Remy continued to massage her shoulders and pressed a reassuring kiss on her neck before breaking the tense silence.
"So, ya find what's wrong?"
"Um, yes, and it is actually good news...I hope." The doctor cleared his throat nervously. "Betsy, you are pregnant."
The couple froze at his words, staring at him for several moments in shock. "I am preganant?"
Hank nodded. "Yes, I just finished the tests and you are about two weeks pregnant."
Remy's hands were still on her shoulders. "Remy gonna be a papa?"
Shock slowly changed into realization then into worry. Betsy had not planned on having children anytime soon, if ever, and Remy...what was he going to think about this. A baby, they were going to have a child, Remy's child. A wave of happiness flowed through her as she imagined holding a small baby with Remy's eyes. But what if he did not want it? What if he was mad, scared? She focussed on their link, *Remy?*
She knew he could feel her nervousness and fear and happiness. Her own emotions were such a turmoil, she could not read him but she felt his hands settle lovingly on her abdomen as he pressed a kiss against her temple. *You ok wit' havin' Remy's baby?*
Betsy closed her eyes and relaxed into his carresses. *Are you ok with this?*
*Amour, Remy love ya, always will. Remy always wanted a family some day 'nd he can't t'ink o' anyone he wants t'be de mamma more dan you. But are you ok wit' dis? What you want?*
*You and this. I love you.* His lips ghosted over her cheek as she tilted her head up to receive a deep, loving kiss.
*Love ya.*
Hank cleared his throat, reminding them that they were not alone and the two of them turned their attention back to the furred doctor. Now that the shock was over, they wanted to know what to expect and Remy wanted to know how to make her more comfortable. By the end of the more than hour long interview, Hank felt as if he had been put through an inquisition. The two of them wanted to know everything. However, tired as he was, he could not help smiling. After the shock had worn off, their happiness and excitement over the news had been almost tangible. He did everything he could to answer their questions and ensure the mother and child's health, ordering Betsy to come in for weekly check ups. After all, the child was a product of two powerful mutants and Hank was unsure what effect that would have on the child's development.
Remy and Betsy's first stop after leaving the infirmary was Ororo's room to share the happy news with her. The woman hugged them both, warmly congratulating the two of them and insisting that they let her take them out that night to celebrate. She accompanied them to find Logan and let him know the news. Logan gave Betsy a gentle hug and Remy a hearty slap on the back in congratulations and the four of them were happily discussing the future child when Scott and Jean walked onto the porch returning from a shopping trip.
Jean looked at the smiling group curiously, before pulling Scott closer. "Ororo, it seems I've missed out on some really good news. What's happened?"
The regal woman looked up at Jean and, though it did not falter, her smile did cool slightly. They had once been close friends but a rift had occured during Remy's return that had yet to heal. "It is not really my news to tell." She looked meaningfully over at Betsy who was curled up on Remy's lap.
The redhead's smile became forced as she turned to her hated rival. "Well, what happened?"
Betsy looked into Remy's eyes and smiled, focussing on the love she saw there. "We're going to have a baby."
Jean's green eyes opened wide in shock. "You're pregnant?"
Betsy kissed Remy briefly before looking up. "Yes."
"That's wonderful. Who's the father?"
MANDATORY DISCLAIMER: All characters depicted in here, with the exception of the children, do not belong to me. They belong to Marvel. Any child born to the various characters are my own creation unless otherwise stated. Please do not use without asking. I have plans for them.
Thank you to everyone who reviewed the last chapter of The right thing encouraging me to continue.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is an alternate universe. I tried to follow canon up to a little after Revanche appeared in the comic books. For further notes, see The right thing.
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Chapter One
Betsy sighed in contentment, snuggling deeper into Remy's embrace. They had been together for three months and could not have been happier...usually. A bout of nausea quickly overcame her and she bolted from the bed to the adjoining bathroom. Remy soon joined her, draping her robe over her shoulders and pulling her hair back from her face confining it in a loose twist. Betsy allowed gratitude to seep down their link as the rested her forehead against the cool porceline as he rubbed her back soothingly. Finally, after a seeming eternity of misery, the nausea receeded and Remy quickly handed her a glass of water to wash out her mouth before carrying her back to the bed.
"Remy don't t'ink it's still de flu, amour. You were fine las' night."
She could feel the concern along the link and in his touch as he continued to stroke her hair gently, cradling her against him. "I will go see Hank today."
"You gonna see Henri now." His voice was gentle but firm.
Betsy wanted to protest but her stomach threatened to revolt again and she decided to just agree. The quicker this was over the better.
About an hour later, Remy and Betsy were waiting in Hank's office for the results. Remy was leaning against the wall, too nervous in the lab like surroundings to relax. He hated the infirmary but his worry for her overrode it. So, he stayed with her, holding her as she leaned back against him. She was tired and felt drained but did not want to sit down. It felt too good in Remy's arms as he massaged the tight muscles in her shoulders and stomach. She let her head fall back onto his shoulder and relaxed.
The opening of the door a few minutes later startled her out of the almost trance like state she had been in and she looked at Hank curiously. The blue furred doctor seemed nervous as he sat behind the desk and organized his file before looking up. Remy continued to massage her shoulders and pressed a reassuring kiss on her neck before breaking the tense silence.
"So, ya find what's wrong?"
"Um, yes, and it is actually good news...I hope." The doctor cleared his throat nervously. "Betsy, you are pregnant."
The couple froze at his words, staring at him for several moments in shock. "I am preganant?"
Hank nodded. "Yes, I just finished the tests and you are about two weeks pregnant."
Remy's hands were still on her shoulders. "Remy gonna be a papa?"
Shock slowly changed into realization then into worry. Betsy had not planned on having children anytime soon, if ever, and Remy...what was he going to think about this. A baby, they were going to have a child, Remy's child. A wave of happiness flowed through her as she imagined holding a small baby with Remy's eyes. But what if he did not want it? What if he was mad, scared? She focussed on their link, *Remy?*
She knew he could feel her nervousness and fear and happiness. Her own emotions were such a turmoil, she could not read him but she felt his hands settle lovingly on her abdomen as he pressed a kiss against her temple. *You ok wit' havin' Remy's baby?*
Betsy closed her eyes and relaxed into his carresses. *Are you ok with this?*
*Amour, Remy love ya, always will. Remy always wanted a family some day 'nd he can't t'ink o' anyone he wants t'be de mamma more dan you. But are you ok wit' dis? What you want?*
*You and this. I love you.* His lips ghosted over her cheek as she tilted her head up to receive a deep, loving kiss.
*Love ya.*
Hank cleared his throat, reminding them that they were not alone and the two of them turned their attention back to the furred doctor. Now that the shock was over, they wanted to know what to expect and Remy wanted to know how to make her more comfortable. By the end of the more than hour long interview, Hank felt as if he had been put through an inquisition. The two of them wanted to know everything. However, tired as he was, he could not help smiling. After the shock had worn off, their happiness and excitement over the news had been almost tangible. He did everything he could to answer their questions and ensure the mother and child's health, ordering Betsy to come in for weekly check ups. After all, the child was a product of two powerful mutants and Hank was unsure what effect that would have on the child's development.
Remy and Betsy's first stop after leaving the infirmary was Ororo's room to share the happy news with her. The woman hugged them both, warmly congratulating the two of them and insisting that they let her take them out that night to celebrate. She accompanied them to find Logan and let him know the news. Logan gave Betsy a gentle hug and Remy a hearty slap on the back in congratulations and the four of them were happily discussing the future child when Scott and Jean walked onto the porch returning from a shopping trip.
Jean looked at the smiling group curiously, before pulling Scott closer. "Ororo, it seems I've missed out on some really good news. What's happened?"
The regal woman looked up at Jean and, though it did not falter, her smile did cool slightly. They had once been close friends but a rift had occured during Remy's return that had yet to heal. "It is not really my news to tell." She looked meaningfully over at Betsy who was curled up on Remy's lap.
The redhead's smile became forced as she turned to her hated rival. "Well, what happened?"
Betsy looked into Remy's eyes and smiled, focussing on the love she saw there. "We're going to have a baby."
Jean's green eyes opened wide in shock. "You're pregnant?"
Betsy kissed Remy briefly before looking up. "Yes."
"That's wonderful. Who's the father?"