She'd made the call and Charles invited her and Azazel to visit. They'd gone during the day, a time when the children would be at school, so they wouldn't know what their parents were planning. They wanted to have things set before they brought it up to them, not wanting to disappoint if things fell through.
They were greeted at the door by Charles himself. "Moira," he smiled and she leaned down to greet him with a kiss on the cheek. "What a pleasure to see you." He turned to Azazel and held out his hand. "You as well, Azazel."
Azazel shook it, but said nothing. Moira smiled at Charles, taking her husband's hand. "It's so wonderful to see you as well. Thank you for seeing us."
"Of course," he moved aside so they could enter. "In all honesty, it shouldn't have taken this long for us all to get together again. How are the children? Kurt and Christine must have gotten their powers by now."
"Kurt has," Moira nodded. "He's a teleporter. Christine hasn't yet."
Charles' smile widened, turning to Azazel. "Just like his father. You must be so proud."
Azazel allowed a small smile at that and nod. Charles looked back to Moira. "Christine will soon I'm sure. As the child of a human and mutant, she may just come out a bit later than normal." He guided them through the mansion to his office, indicating they take a seat. "To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?"
Moira looked to her husband, then back to Charles. "We hate to come like this," she began. "But we're out of options."
"We need place," Azazel spoke up. "Were hoping you could help us find a place for our family."
Charles was silent a moment. "I supposed you were no longer in your home in Germany. What happened?"
"We had to leave," Moira told him. "We were tailed there. We went to stay with one of Azazel's friends for a while, but that fell through. The past few years, we've been living in Genosha, but…" she trailed off.
Charles nodded. "Magneto's mutant utopia is not what it seems, I gather?"
Azazel shook his head. "Not welcoming to a blended family. Mutants only. My wife is mistreated, and I will not allow any longer."
"Plus, Magneto has taken advantage of Azazel," she told Charles. "We'd made a deal, Azazel would pitch in with the Brotherhood where necessary in exchange for a place there. The deal was it would be once in a while. Now, he's barely home. On top of that, he's filling our children's heads with this anti-human ideology. We don't want this for our family anymore."
Charles nodded again. "I see," he paused. "I am happy to offer your family a place to stay." He smiled. "It will be nice to have your children around. I have missed them. You as well." He opened a drawer to pull out a file. "We have an old boat house, down by the lake. It will take a bit of work, but it's yours if you'd like it. I can offer you a few rooms in the dorm until the boat house is inhabitable. We can have a crew here by the weekend."
Moira smiled and turned to her husband. It was perfect. But she didn't want to make the call. He looked to her, then back to Xavier. "We are very grateful," he began. "When can we bring family here?"
Charles smiled at them. This was going to work out so well.
~&Q~
Before they'd left, Charles had brought them down to see the boat house. It was small, much smaller than their house in Genosha, and Christine and Cynthia would have to share a room, but it would do them fine. It clearly needed a lot of work, and Charles promised to have a crew in soon. Azazel offered to bring in some money for it, but Charles refused. He was happy to take care of it, and in fact would find an estimate to add an extension so each child would have their own space.
Moira was beaming as they teleported home. "I can't wait to go," she told her husband. "It's going to be so perfect."
"Da," he responded. "But everything seem perfect at first, Moira. Even this place. It will do for now."
She nodded at him, and moved to the kitchen. She was stopped by a noise upstairs. Her eye snapped to her husband, who'd clearly heard it as well. The children should have still been in school at this point. Azazel grabbed a knife from the kitchen drawer and quietly moved to the stairs, Moira trailing behind.
"What if someone broke in?" she asked him. The people around here had been so unbearable lately, she didn't put it past someone to break in to screw with them.
"Shh." He put a finger to his lips and they continued climbing the stairs. As they got to the top, the noise was clearly coming from their son's room. There were silent voices, a dull knocking. Azazel put his hand on the door, creaking it open slightly, and both parent's eyes widened at the sight within.
"Oh my-" Moira's hand went to her mouth and she turned away as quickly as she could. The pale legs wrapped around a blue waist seemed completely burned into her psyche, and she wished more than anything to forget she'd seen it.
"Shit!" she heard shuffling, and turned again, her son pulling the covers up as he rolled off his paramour. Wanda looked up, her face reddening quickly. Moira looked between the two of them, simply unable to say anything. Her little boy.
"Wanda, get dress," Azazel said finally. "Kurt, we see you downstairs in five minutes." He took Moira's hand and led her down.
"Our son," she finally got out. "He was-" Moira shook her head. He was too young, far too young to be having sex. She crossed her arms and paced the living room, waiting for the children to come downstairs. Wanda came down first, Kurt following very close behind. She avoided their eyes as she slipped out the front door, Kurt waving goodbye. He, as well, avoided their eyes.
Azazel sat at the dining room table, and Moira followed his lead. "Come sit," he told their son.
Kurt sighed and sat, still not looking at them.
The three of them sat, awkwardly, for several minutes. Finally, Moira broke it. "You were supposed to be in school."
Kurt shrugged. "We cut."
"You are grounded for two days," Azazel told him. "For cutting school."
Kurt sighed again and slouched in his chair.
"How long has been going on?" Azazel asked the boy.
Kurt pushed his finger around the table, making designs in it. "A few weeks."
"This wasn't the first time?" Moira asked in shock. Her boy had been having sex for a few weeks?!
"No," he responded, his attention on the designs his finger was making.
"Are you responsible?" Azazel asked him. "Use condom? Birth control?" Kurt didn't respond to this. Azazel sighed. "Have to do this, Kurt. Remember we have talk? Is very important." Kurt was silent still. Azazel looked to Moira, then back to his son. "I will buy. You must promise to use."
"Dad-" he started, his voice whiny.
"Nyet," Azazel said firmly. "You want to play like man, act like man. Do what is right." He slid a look to his wife. "Now go upstairs. Don't come down until dinner. I am serious about grounded."
Kurt teleported away, leaving the couple to themselves. Moira's eyes widened at her husband. "Are you seriously going to buy our son condoms?!"
"Da," Azazel told her. "He needs. Moira, you think he will stop having sex now just because we caught? Nyet, he will find another place to do. Better we support and get him what he needs than say no."
She took a deep breath. "I can't even believe what I saw. I can't believe our baby boy-" she shook her head.
"Is not baby anymore," Azazel told her, reaching his hand across the table. "Is almost 17. Almost man now."
Moira took his hand. Why were they growing up so fast?