Author's Note + INFO: You can read it just to read an in-depth story about Nightcrawler/Kurt Wagner's past, but while it works as a stand-alone story it's worth mentioning that I write it as a side story (origin) to my X-Men: Revolution series. You can read the main story on my profile, as well as my OC's backstory if you're interested.
Also, this story will be split into 3 Parts, this first one is mostly written from perspective of Kurt's adopted family. I hope you enjoy and drop a review~

Part One: Mama's Lullaby
1. Becoming a Mother

Margali laid in a hospital bed quietly waiting for her husband to arrive. No words were left in her to say, only two echoing in her head over and over and over again;

Miscarried.

Again.

The very whisper of a hell in her heart. First flaming fire, the second adding to the flames. It burned her hopelessly. It felt like all blood disappeared from her body, her hands trembling in her laps were so pale, her breath was hardly in control and little tears didn't disappear from her eyes ever since she realized it happened again.

She always wanted children, she wanted to have her little baby to love and care for. She would be a good mother, she would give her best and never let anything happen to her precious child. She married the man of her life - Hans, she knew he's the only one. She talked him into her dream - he said he wishes to the child too.

So why, her heart was screaming, why would God forbid her from having a child? It was such a cruelty, to have carried your baby for seven months and then lose it. It was innocent, not even born yet. Her little girl was gone before she even held her. Why it happened again?

She was already 36, the awareness that her chance to give birth is running thin was paining her. Was it not meant to be for her?

Hans entered through the door despite she could hear a doctor trying to stop him. The man was instantly by her bed, holding her hand. "Darling…" she gasped lunging forward into his arms as she suddenly felt she can't hold back the tears anymore. She sobbed; "I-… I…"

"I know" he whispered. "I'm sorry."

"Why did this happen?" the woman asked wiping her eyes, but new tears would come. "Why?"

The man didn't answer, he just continued to caress his wife's hair and hold her tight. There was no words to make this right.

xXx

Margali looked down at a chewing toy in her hand, for a moment she pondered before putting it down in a box with other infant care equipment. Hans approached her from behind and wrapped his arms around her. "Are you alright?" he asked.

"Good as I can be" she replied low.

He kissed her on the temple and took the box from the table. "I'll carry it upstairs. It's better if we don't have any more reasons to dwell on it" he said softly.

Margali's eyes lingered on the box as her husband carried it out of the room, thus removing the last sign of a baby ever have been expected in this house.

xXxXxXx

Over six months later Margali was sitting on the porch behind their house, tinkering with her Polaroid camera as she tried to take that one perfect photo of the sun setting behind the mountains. She looked through the lens at the landscape that she called home for nearly 13 years now. Wild field reached forth towards the lake down below, forests wrapped it up separating it from the snow-tipped mountains further away. It seemed crazy how close they seemed despite how far away they actually were.

"Margali" soft voice called her name, she looked back at her husband standing in the open door. "Aren't you cold out here?" he asked.

"No, it's actually very nice. The chill is very refreshing… Come, sit with me, love" she tapped the bench beside her. As the man sat down she looked through the lens of her camera again. The moment was perfect; landscape covered in orange light and the sun peeking from between the mountains just about to hide. She pressed the button and a blank photo came out. She grabbed it and waved it in the air for a moment before looking at he picture that appeared.

Hans reached out. "May I?"

She handed him the photography.

For a moment he was looking at it before he smirked. "You can make something so simple look stunning" he admired. She smiled at him. "Don't you regret not pursuing photography?" he asked. He wanted to provide for her and the family they were supposed to create, but he always encouraged her to pursue what she loved for her entire life.

Margali inhaled deeply as she took in his features. His messy blond hair falling on his strong face, his two day beard that she found extremely fitting his square chin, his gentle blue eyes that even now – she could remember looking into for the first time. Years and years ago, when he was on the stage with just a guitar and wearing old t-shirt and torn jeans, and she was in the crowd with her camera when their eyes met for the first time.

It must be her favorite memory. It never failed to make her feel 18 again. She didn't expect that almost 20 years later they would be living in a small village and lead such a quiet life. But here they were… and she was happy.

"I do love photography. But I wouldn't want to go anyplace else when there's so much to capture right here" she smirked as she brought the camera to her face and snapped a photo of her husband.

He laughed. "You better use your magic to make me look 10 years younger in that photo."

"I don't need to, the wrinkles fit you" she responded smiling at him.

"I thought we weren't supposed to mention them before I turn at least 50."

For a moment they sat in silence which, for Margali was comfortable, but Hans was thinking of how to gently start the subject he came here with. Eventually he spoke up in a lowered voice; "I found the tests you threw away. They laid on top of the trash almost like you wanted me to see them."

Margali didn't move, but her eyes shifted away from the camera and just stilled in mid air, staring off into distance.

The man reached his hand to take hold of palm she had in her laps. Still not turning to him, she did respond with a grasp. "You know what the doctor said. If you-" he cutt off, swallowing the word. "If something goes wrong again your life may be in danger" he finished softer.

"But it's not fair" she said suddenly turning her face to him. Her eyes glistened with determination and sadness at once. "How is wanting to bring another life to the world a bad thing?"

"It's not" he said wrapping his arm around her and pulling her in protectively. After a moment he spoke up again low; "We can fill in for adoption, but don't get off your pills. I can't lose you."

The woman rested her head against his chest as if in defeat.

xXxXxXx

"I don't think they're ever going to give a positive response" Margali said looking down at the paper in her hands. It were two years of her quietly enduring the silence that were the only response from the adoption centre, and she got wary of not saying a word of complaint. Now however, her hopes were collapsed and so was her will to resurrect them.

"You can't know that" Hans said while folding the winter sheets for the warm season ahead.

"Oh can't I" Margali muttered. "If they were to give us a chance they would have already."

They called the agency four times - once every six months - and every time the response didn't change. They hadn't moved a step forward with making the adoption happen, they were stuck on the side of the system where they shelved all couples almost too old to compete for adoption - they were on the shelf for those the system hoped to rid of completely in the near future.

Margali knew that.

She shoved the documents off the desktop having them messily land in the trash can. "I've had enough" she whispered to herself.

xXxXxXx

It was another day of preparing for the spring, both of them were weeding and readying the soil for their own private little garden with vegetables and fruit. It was of much aid when grocery shopping required you to travel this far and you can't get everything at the local shops. Each and every shop in this village was a private business and vast majority of the available assortiment was what the owner baked, planted or produced, there were only two shops which brought assortiment from the outside, one of which was extremely expensive. It was good to be self sufficient as much as possible.

Margali straightened back wiping her forehead with back of her arm. It was still chilly, but the amount of work they were putting out caused sweat to slightly gleam on her face. She stared off into distance, letting the cool breeze refresh her and restore her strength. The sky was grayish blue, first birds were returning for the season, flying across it in a key, wind swayed the tips of the trees below them.

The calm was disturbed by a sound. It didn't come abruptly, in fact it was growing louder so subtly that it didn't occur to her until it was already clear. A frown formed on her forehead as she turned to her husband who appeared to have been disturbed by the sound before she was. She saw the man examine his surroundings before he suddenly dropped the shovel and surged forward, facing away from her.

Given what she recognized the sound for, she was especially anxious when she saw him run into water of the stream with no hesitation. She couldn't see it, as the view was concealed by his back, but she could see he's leaned down to pick something up carefully off the water. It wasn't until he turned back around to her, carrying a basket, that she felt her senses return and the realization that all along she was hearing a baby's cry washed over her like a bucket of cold water. She rushed over to Hans, her hoe forgotten on the ground.

She was even more shocked when she got there and peered into the basket to find a baby with short, blue fur and golden eyes waving around its hands consisting of three digits each. She looked up to see Hans wear an expression of shock equal to her own before her eyes dropped to the basket again. For a moment, she couldn't utter a word or make a move because she couldn't process what's happening.

Eventually she let her instincts take over as she reached into the basket.

"Margali!" Hans called in a hushed voice, as if warning her of danger.

She gave him a look that didn't really mean anything other than for him not to question her actions, before she dove her hands fully into the basket and picked up the crying infant.

The crying came to halt nearly instantly when she held the baby. "How old do you think it is?" she whispered.

"Is this REALLY the question you want to ask right now?" the man seemed bewildered.

"What I wonder about more is who sent it down the stream" she said, still whispering as she lifted her eyes to look along the shore. "And whether they're still out here."

"Margali" the man said calling her attention to himself. "This is some..." he struggled for words looking at the blue creature in her arms. "I honestly don't even know what it is."

"Me neither" she admitted. "But it's a baby. It hasn't done anything wrong."

"How do you know?" he asked.

"It's a baby" she repeated lifting her eyes to him as if it were the ultimate answer. Then her eyes drifted off to the stream again. "Somebody sure sent it away because of how different is is. That's terrible" she looked down again. The baby seemed to grow content from the moment she took it in her arms. It watched them with interest, its tiny hands trying to grab the sheet it was wrapped in.

"Don't you think we should also-"

The man cut off under the woman's rapid glance. She needn't to say a word, the look on her face made it clear that Hans shouldn't dare to try say they should cast it away too.

"Alright, what do you WANT to do then?" he asked rolling his eyes.

When she looked up to him, just by the look in her eyes he knew he won't like her decision.

To be continued...