As she stood alone in the darkness on the balcony just outside her bedroom, Jean Grey looked back at her bed to see her husband, Scott Summers, sleeping peacefully. Oh how she longed for just one night of restful sleep, but when she tried to sleep, she would always awake to the same horrid nightmare. She had been having these nightmares for about three months now. She turned back to look at the forest dusted with white from the first snowfall, just behind the Mansion, while she fixed the blanket that she had on like a shawl. Scott came up behind Jean and wrapped his arms around her, putting his hands on her slightly swollen belly. Their child was stirring inside of her.
"You left the door open", Scott whispered in Jean's ear, "The whole room is freezing"
"Sorry", Jean said softly while looking down at his hands on her stomach, "I thought I did."
"Come back to bed, Jean", Scott said, "It's just a dream. I promise I won't let anything bad happen to you or our baby."
"I know", Jean said, while turning around to hug her husband, "it just feels so real."
After about ten minutes of pleading, Scott finally convinced Jean to come back inside, but she was reluctant to go back to bed. He kissed her and then followed her back inside, making sure to close the door behind him.
"Jean", Scott said, "How about we go downstairs and I'll make us some hot cocoa."
"That sounds perfect", Jean said.
They went downstairs, being as quiet as possible, as not to wake the students. When they got to the kitchen, Scott made his famous cocoa that everyone loved. He topped each mug with a mountain of whipped cream and delicately sprinkled chocolate shaving. He handed Jean a mug and they went into the living room and sat down on the couch. Jean took a sip and when she pulled the mug away from her lips, she had a whipped cream mustache. Scott leaned over and kissed her, cleaning the sweet white foam from her upper lip. She giggled a little. Scott gave her a questioning look.
"I was just thinking", Jean said, smiling, "I can't believe we have been married three years already."
She turned to face a clock, which in bright red lights, showed that it was 12:03 am. It was officially December 19, their anniversary.
"Happy anniversary", she said while kissing him.
He leaned back on the couch and she straddled him. They were still kissing when Ororo Munroe walked in.
"Never mind", she said, turning around, "I'll leave you two alone. And by the way, happy anniversary."