Madalin woke up early, a rarity for her. She was never awake before nine, and that was on an off day. But this morning she was up at six. Completely unexplainable.
She walks half asleep into the kitchen, and fumbles around in the fridge for a Mountain Dew, her coffee. And she hops up and sits on the counter top. As she takes a drink she notices the smell of bacon, and looks up. Lance is standing there, leaned against the counter across from her, with a goofy grin on his face.
"Good morning, Baby." He leans over and kisses her softly. "I love you." He looks over at the clock. "Madalin Nicole Sanders, what the heck are you doing up? Are you sick?"
She laughs, "No Couger." She leans against him. "I just couldn't sleep."
He hops onto the counter next to her. "Babe, Can you explain something to me?"
She nods, looking at him. "You know I would answer anything. And even if I didn't you could read my mind. We ARE married."
He laughs, "I know, best idea I ever had. Still getting used to it." He brushes the hair off her cheek. "Why were your powers going haywire last night?"
She looks at him "My telepathy is off, I constantly hear another voice in my head lately, and they always hear what's going on with us." She looks away, "And I don't know what that means…"
"It means she's pregnant." Jean says from the doorway. She rubs her eyes and sighs. "I'm not old enough to be a grandmother."