Emmy purred softly as she walked towards the bed. His bed, it was empty at the moment, but she had a feeling that would change soon enough. She had purchased a new outfit for the evening's activities, a little white thong and a matching strapless bra. Now all she had to do was wait for him to come home and fall right into her trap.
Jean smiled as she opened one of her drawers and pulled a piece of paper from a brown envelope. She had been waiting for this day for about a year and she'd finally passed. She hadn't told her fiancé yet, but she knew he would be thrilled, even though, now that she was an official doctor she'd be making more money then him, but neither of them seemed to think the money was an issue, at least at the moment.
Kitty bit her lip, tears forming in her blue eyes. She had been so positive it was just the flu. "Pregnant," she whispered softly not even liking the way the word sounded coming from her mouth about herself. She knew she had to tell him, but how. It wasn't like they weren't in love; they were, but this, how would he take this news? She was almost too afraid to find out. Still crying, but trying to wipe the tears away Kitty picked up the phone and dialed the number she'd memorized back when they had first become a couple.
Rogue threw the book against the wall. He'd bought her that book when he'd found out she couldn't play poker. She hated him so much now. How could he have just left her like that, like she didn't even matter to him? She knew she shouldn't care, wasn't that what all those magazines said, that you shouldn't live you're life for one man? Wasn't that kinda the idea behind the Bayville Sirens? Rogue thought for a moment and decided the siren thing was just Jean blowing things outta proportion again with the help of Tabitha. Still she hated herself right now. I must have done something wrong, why else would he leave? She asked herself mentally but didn't get much of an answer.
A smile played on Ororo's lips as she held the dress against her body, her diamond ring sparkling on her finger. It had been two months since he proposed to her and after she'd finally been able to speak again she'd answered yes. Now the date they had picked for the wedding was looming closer, and there was still so much to do. All the invitations were written, including ones for the Brotherhood boys in case they changed sides before the ceremony.
