First and foremost I want to apologize for it taking me so long to update between having no Internet and preparing for an inspection at my job it's been difficult. However, I will make every effort to be more faithful to this story now that both of these situations are rectified. I hope you enjoy!!!

Oh and I neither own the X-Men nor profit from this in anyway.

Chapter 1

The woman next to me can't seem to keep her eyes off my stomach. She's staring at me. Staring at me intently. I've been watching her reactions through my hair for the last hour, watching as her eyes sporadically dart around the cabin of the plane in some sort of vain attempt at distracting herself; but it's almost as if her gaze is magnetically drawn to my stomach.

I don't mind that, not really. I mean given the circumstances I'm well aware that there is going to be more than a moderate amount of staring. It isn't so much the fact that she's staring at me that's uncomfortable it's more the thoughts she's broadcasting that are starting to annoy me.

I mean in all seriousness how can someone with such offensive body odor afford to be so judgmental?

She's on a mental high horse in her head preaching about the wrongs of pre-martial sex. How things have changed so much since her childhood. How wrong it was for babies to be raising babies? For the last hour of the flight the disapproving rant has been silently going on and on in her head from the moment I took off my jacket. The moment my little baby bump came into view she just couldn't keep her thoughts to herself. That is to say she has been keeping her thoughts to herself the problem is that now I can hear them.

I don't know how telepaths do this all the time? Mainly it just gives me migraines.

I myself had been having a mental debate up until than about whether or not I should hide the fact that I was pregnant until McCoy eventually gave me a physical. I figured it wasn't worth it, maybe if I weren't showing already I would take the cowards way out for a while but as it is realistically the cowards way out isn't a real option.

I was more than ready to get off of the plane when it finally landed. The airport was that odd quiet that only happens after midnight it was one of the reasons I chosen to arrive at 1:30 am. The fewer people around the fewer thoughts I'd hear which in turn made it less likely that I'd get a migraine; an awesome thing when you consider the fact it gets harder for me to control becoming a human firecracker when my head hurts. That was one reason for the really late or the really early arrival time depending how you looked at it. The other reason was that I wanted my birthday to be over and to be officially fifteen when I step into Xavier's if for the simple fact that a pregnant fifteen year old is a lot easier to swallow than a pregnant fourteen year old.

Stupid, I know but for some reason it just makes me a little less nervous.

I could see my ride back to the mansion the moment I passed that roped off area that separates people waiting for loved ones from the people actually arriving. Remy was easy enough to spot. He was the only one in the crowd who looked like a GQ model. He had sunglasses on even in though there would be no lights outside save for streetlights once we left the airport. Remy was the only person I'd kept in contact with since the X-Men and me had gone our separate ways. I didn't want his charity so I only e-mailed him once a month from library computers. I'm well aware of the fact that he could have found me if he wanted at any moment but he had respected my need for solitude.

A choice I realize that he may be regretting currently. I know he spotted my tummy the moment he laid eyes on me. The fact that I was so skinny didn't help in the stomach area it made the small protrusion emerging from my abdomen all the more noticeable. It was my fault for not having access to proper food.

Though his face looked as calm and cheerful as ever I can still see the slight tension he's holding in his jaw it's the only sign that what he saw gave him any amount of stress. I know he's trying really hard to keep his emotions in check and believe me I fully appreciate the effort. A gentle, and well-timed, push off the wall saw to it that we end up meeting each other halfway.

"Cherie," he says and smiles at me; whatever internal debate he had been having clearly he had come to some sort conclusion. Blissfully, I couldn't hear a single thought in his head, mental shields are an elementary lesson taught to everyone at the mansion. When he took me in his arms for an embrace it was sincere and that meant more to me than anything he might have said. Remy could lie with his words without a second thought if he knew it would bring him closer to whatever goal he was aiming for. He however had a hard time lying with his body when it was someone he cared about. You just had to be around him enough before you started to pick up on his little tendencies.

"Seems dat you got yourself in quite da predicament eh there?"

I knew he meant that as a statement of fact and not and accusation but it still made my insides twist a little.

"Calm down Cherie remember Remy be an empath he know dat your nervous but in isn't me you got to worry about girl. You better steel yourself for a whole lot of ugly waiting for you at breakfast," he lowered his glasses just enough for me to see his black and red eyes, to let me know he was serious, "You got any other bags?" he added almost as an afterthought.

At the moment I could only manage to nod my head "no" I didn't trust my voice enough to say anything out loud. I silently handed him my duffle bag as we made our way to the airport parking lot. Remy was right I wouldn't have to worry about repeating any explanation because later in the morning I'd have a full audience of people wanting to know why?

The truth of the matter is I'm still not sure what I was going to tell them.