I'm not even going to try to excuse myself. I'm awful. Its been over a year. Sorry.

1972

Scott paced in the hallway outside the medbay. He could hear Jean shouting in pain from through the door. His brother leaned against the wall nearby.

"Calm down, Scotty-boy. You took health class, you know this is normal. Jeans gonna be fine."

Scott kept pacing accompanied by the sound of his girlfriend's screams and the knowledge that at any moment he was going to be a were sixteen years old. This wasn't something that was supposed to happen to them.

Scott shook his head roughly. Sometimes he feared that this baby- his and Jeans baby- would grow up unloved. That him and Jean might be to bitter over losing their own childhoods to give their daughter one. If he kept thinking like that then he was sure his fears would come true.

The screams stopped and Scott whirled around to face the door.

After what seemed like forever, it opened revealing Hank in scrubs. His gazed at Scott seriously.

"Would you like to see them?"

Scott nodded jerkily and walked silently towards the door. He glanced back at Alex who nodded encouragingly.

When he entered the room Jean was laying in one of the nicer hospital beds rather that the cots that most patients received. He could tell through the red tint of his glasses that her face had lost all colour and she looked exhausted. He approached the bed and laid a hand on hers gently. She blinked open her eyes with a weak smile.

"We have a baby, Scott," her voice was hoarse.

Scott nodded.

"Yes, we do."

Hanks voice floated over from the other side of the room.

"Would you like to see your daughter?" He asked carrying over a bundle of white blankets. He reached the two teenagers and held out the bundle toward Scott who blinked and looked down at Jean.

"I held her before he took her to clean," She said gently, knowing exactly what he had been thinking.

Scott held out his arms and there it was. He was holding his daughter. This tiny squishy pink think thing was his baby. Her nose crinkled up as she released a miniscule yawn and Scott felt himself smile. He had no idea how he could have imagined not loving this perfect little person.

"What's her name," Hank asked, hold a paper that was likely the birth certificate.

Scott stared again at his daughter's face.

"Katherine." He said. He and Jean had taken to calling her Kathy when referring to her. Jean smiled.
"Katherine Alexandra," Scott looked down are her in surprise. They hadn't actually discussed a middle name.

"He's done so much for us…" She trailed off.

Scott grinned and nodded.
"Katherine Alexandra Summers," He said firmly to Hank.