Her phone went off all night. The next morning she woke up to a slew of texts and missed calls from Kurt. She turned it off, and rolled over in her bed. As she was closing her eyes, she felt a wave of nausea and rushed to the bathroom.
"Whoa," Lance jumped out of the way as Wanda slammed the door behind her. "Hey!" he smacked the door. "I was going in there!"
"I'll be out in a minute!" Wanda called, between heaves. Finally, feeling settled, she flushed and walked out. "Can't you be a gentleman for a second, Lance?"
"I will when I see a lady," he scowled at her as he brushed past. Wanda sighed and headed back to her room, only to be stopped again.
"Still feeling sick," Todd stood by her door. "Lemme nurse you back to health!"
"Toad," she threatened. "Leave me alone."
"But baby-" she slammed the door behind her, hoping Todd would take the hint. She collapsed on her bed, barely holding in the tears. As much as she wanted to put it all out of her mind, she couldn't.
"Wanda."
She bolted up, turning to see Kurt perched in her desk chair. "What are you doing here?!" She demanded, sitting up.
"I've been texting you," he told her. "And calling. You seemed upset yesterday, I was worried."
"So you come and break in to my room?" she scowled at him. "I told you, you can't come here."
Kurt sighed. "What am I supposed to do then? Three days ago you were fine and now you won't talk to me?"
She shook her head. "We agreed, we'd keep this a secret. Remember? It's best for both of us. You promised you'd never come here unexpected like this."
"Yeah, well," he stood, throwing his hands up in the air. "I'll go, then. Fine. But what is going on? Are you breaking up with me? Is that what this is? Because if it is, just tell me."
Wanda paused, looking away from him. He was so far from the truth, but she couldn't bring herself to tell him.
Kurt frowned at her silence. "Ok," he let out a breath, closing his eyes. "Ok, then."
As he turned from her, she stood. "No, Kurt." He paused, turning back to her. Wanda felt tears stinging her eyes. She had to tell him. He deserved to know, and if it meant he left her, then so be it. At this point, she seemed to be losing him without telling him. She began to shake a bit, the tears trailing down her cheeks.
"Wanda," Kurt whispered, moving close. His hand moved up to cup her cheek, wiping away her tears. "Please tell me what's wrong."
She put her hand over his, finally looking up to meet his eyes. "I'm sorry-" she paused, then looked away from him again. Taking a large, shuddering breath, she forced herself to say it. "I'm pregnant."
She could feel Kurt stiffen, and his hand left her cheek. Wanda looked back up at him, and he was still as a statue. After a few blinks, he raised his brow at her. "Vas?"
"I'm pregnant," she repeated.
Kurt shook his head. "Nien."
She nodded, looking down again.
She could hear him take a big breath. He fell backward into the chair heavily, making a loud thud. She was nervous someone may have heard, but more concerned about what was going through his mind. Wanda wanted to move close to him, but was nervous he'd reject her.
After what seemed like forever, he looked up to her. "How?"
Wanda looked at her hands. "That morning," she started. "A few weeks ago?"
He rubbed his face with his hands. "Oh."
The silence enveloped them again. The longer they were quiet, the more she needed him to say something, anything. He jumped up, suddenly. "I have-" he stuttered. "I have to go. I'll be back, but I have-" before he could finish the thought, he'd teleported away.
Wanda stared at where he had just been, and slowly sank back into her bed. Exactly what she'd feared. Her eyes traveled down, to her stomach, to where the tiny life that was half her, half Kurt currently resided. What was she going to do?
~&Q~
She'd spent the day in and out of bed, only really leaving for trips to the bathroom. She'd forgone eating again today, though she was sure anything she'd eat she wouldn't have kept down - between the stress and what she suspected was morning sickness.
Her mind flitted through her options. She had no idea what to expect from Kurt, and was hurt by how he'd left that morning. What was she going to do? Could she actually have this baby? She couldn't think of a moment in her life that she'd ever interacted with a baby. She briefly considered adoption, but with the way things were, what chances were there for a mutant child? Kurt had been born the way he looked, what was in store for this baby? As she ruminated, the idea of termination loomed in the back of her mind. Could she really raise a child? Especially if Kurt weren't involved?
She was going back and forth, but her fear was pushing her more and more toward ending it. Wanda wasn't meant to be a mother, and certainly not so soon. The idea brought new tears to her eyes. The guilt she felt was immense, and the whole while she wondered if anything between her and Kurt would ever be the same again.
The sun had set, and she still lay in bed. As she turned over, pulling her pillow close, she heard a soft, familiar sound behind her. Wanda turned her head, Kurt standing in the dark. He quietly climbed into the bed, putting his arms around her.
"Liebe," he sighed into her hair. Wanda began to sob against him, just feeling so relieved to have him close. "Shhh, mien schatz. Don't cry."
She wrapped her arms around him, holding him tight. After a few moments, she was able to take a shuddering breath. Finally, she looked up at him, his warm eyes looking down at her. "What are we going to do, Kurt?"
He kissed her head, pulling her close again. "We are going to have a baby, ja?"
Wanda pulled away from him. "But how can we?"
"It's happening," he told her, his hand moving to her stomach. "It's not what we planned, but it's happening now. We'll make the best of it."
"But," she paused, looking away from him. "What if I can't? What if I can't be a mother?"
"Wanda," he started, hesitantly, choosing his words carefully. "Whatever you want, is what we'll do."
Wanda thought a moment. "Well… what do you want?" she asked him.
He gave her a soft smile. "I want to be with you, Wanda." He paused, his eyes unfocusing, becoming thoughtful. "We're young, but… I want to raise our baby with you. I think we can be a family." He looked to her. "I'm sorry about how I ran out. It was a shock, ja? But I thought more on it, and if I could plan the rest of my life, it would have you in it." His hand drifted to her stomach once again. "It might be hard, but God gave us this."
She put her hand over his, grasping it tightly. The idea didn't seem so impossible when Kurt was with her. "What will we tell everyone?"
He shrugged. "I don't care what they think. I love you, Wanda Maximoff. You are my everything. As long as we have each other, who cares what the rest of the world does?"
Wanda leaned in, and pressed her lips to his gently. "I love you, Kurt," she started. "But I don't want to say anything to them. Not yet."
"We will keep it the way it is, then," he told her. "Until we're ready. For now," he stroked her stomach lightly. "We focus on us, and our little one."