The Guy Digs the Fuzzy Chick

Chapter 12: Fuzzy Guys and Fuzzy Babies

By

The Uncanny R-Man

Disclaimer- All familiar characters belong to Marvel.

Quote of the day- 'Skrull Intelligence believes that the Caramel Macchiato may be this star system's crowning achievement.' Xavin the Skrull (Runaways #19)

The X-Mansion-

Nine moths had passed since Emma Frost discovered her pregnancy. Hank McCoy was walking through the grounds of the X-Mansion with his wife Emma. Being heavily pregnant didn't give the blonde telepath an excuse to sit on her backside all the time. Emma wasn't one for lounging around doing nothing. She always had to have something to do.

'Not that I wish to insult our dear child, but I cannot wait until I finally give birth.' Emma stated as she patted her belly. 'None of my clothes fit! I absolutely refuse to wear of of those terrible floral print maternity dresses. I do have an image to uphold, you know.'

'Yes dear.' Hank nodded, keping his eyes on the trees.

Emma frowned at her husband's lack of response.

'You're not even listening to what I'm saying, are you?' The blonde telepath sighed heavily.

'Of course I am, Emma dear.' Hank answered, turnign to face her. 'How else would you prefer me to reply? Would it be acceptable if I made a response by reciting the entire works of Shakespeare?'

'Now you are abusing sarcasm, Henry.' Emma rolled her eyes.

She was about to walk onwards when she felt a sharp pain shoot through her abdomen.

'Oh!' Emma fell to one knee, holding her stomach.

Hank stopped at the sound of his wife's gasp.

'Emma... what's wrong?'

The blonde looked back at the fuzzy blue face of her husband.

'Henry... I think it's time. The baby's coming!'

The infirmary, a short time later-

Hank grabbed Emma up in his arms and raced along to the infirmary. The blonde telepath was lying spread-eagled on one of the beds while the medical staff did their thing.

Professor Xavier had contacted an old friend for help as soon as he heard that Emma was pregnant. Moira MacTaggart was a Nobel Prize-winning scientist and just happened to be an old flame of the Professor's.

'That's it...' Moira reassure the panting Emma with a gentle pat on the shoulder. 'Dinnae try tae force it. The wee one'll come out when she's good and ready.'

'Isn't there some way that you can speed up the process?' Emma hissed through gritted teeth. 'It feels like somebody's passing a bowling ball through my birth canal!'

'Emma, you must calm yourself...' Hank tried to placate his wife. 'It wouldn't do the child any good if you allowed yourself to become too stressed.'

'You're lucky that I'm so calm and collected, Henry...' Emma snapped, showing that she was not actually calm at the moment. 'You're also lucky that Moira removed all of the sharp objects from the immediate area, or you would have been nailed to the wall as soon as the next contraction hit!'

'Yuir wife sure does have a way wi' words.' Moira commented with a slight chuckle. 'Now, are ye sure that ye dinnae want anything tae dampen the pain?'

'My mother have been high on one substance or another for the better part of her life, but that doesn't mean that I'll resort to the same thing!' Emma retorted.

'A simple yes or no would have done...' Moira sniffed. 'Of all the times for Charles tae go on a business trip...'

A few hours later-

Unfortunately for Emma, the baby was still nowhere near to being ready. The blonde telepath's hair was stuck to her forehead with sweat and she was panting like a dog that had just been for a very long run. Luckily, Jean was on hand to calm Emma with her telepathy. It was quite a struggle, though. Emma was quite the strong-willed woman.

'I can see its head!' Moira exclaimed encouragingly as she readjusted her glasses. 'Come on Emma, you can do this!'

'Don't tell me what I can and can't do, you glorified chemist!' Emma snapped at the brunette Scotswoman. 'I'm Emma bloody Frost! I know what I can and bloody can't do!'

Hank looked over at Jean. Keeping Emma calm was obviously straining the redheaded telepath. Hank gently squeezed his wife's hand.

'Come on, Emma...' The fuzzy blue scientist kissed her hand. 'Please calm down. The ordeal is almost over.'

Emma gritted her teeth and gave it one last push.

'Waaaaaahh!!'

'That's it!' Moira exclaimed in delight as she gently held the newborn baby in her hands. 'It's a girl!'

'Oh, thank God...' Emma sighed in relief, collapsing back on the bed. 'I couldn't have taken another minute of that.'

'Well done, darling.' Hank smiled as he kissed Emma on the forehead. 'It's all over now.'

Moira turned back from cutting the baby's umbilical cord and cleaning it up to hand the child back to her parents.

'Oh my...' Emma blinked in surprise at the baby's crinkled red face. 'She won't stay like that, will she?'

'Of course she wilnae stay like that forever, lass.' Moira smiled as she removed her protective gloves. 'Baby's always look a wee bit like a prune as soon as they're born.'

'I think she's beautiful.' Hank smiled as he stroked his newborn daughter's face. 'Don't you agree, Emma?'

Emma didn't reply, she was exhausted after the hours long labour and had fallen fast asleep with the little girl in her arms.

'I'd better put the little one to bed...' Hank whispered as he carefully took the baby from her sleeping mother.

'We don't want you to become squashed if your mother rolls over, do we?' Hank cooed as he carefully placed the baby in a nearby cot. 'No, we don't.'

The baby just yawned in response.

A few days later-

Several days had passed since Emma had given birth. The blonde telepath had more-or-less regained all of her energy, but she was still confined to her bed. Emma's nether regions still had to recover for a bit.

Ororo had brought Sharon and Molly into the room to meet the new addition.

'Aww, she's the cutest freaking thing ever!' Molly gushed as she gave the little baby a wave. 'What're you gonna call her?'

'Henry and I haven't decided yet, Molly.' Emma answered 'So you'll have to wait to find out who's won the betting pool.'

'Betting pool?' Molly blinked in mock innocence. 'What betting pool?'

'You fully well know what betting pool I mean, young lady.' Emma smiled slightly. 'I know all about the pool going concerning the baby's name. I am a telepath, you know.'

'It was Bobby's idea!' Molly blurted. 'I didn't wanna join in but he talked pretty to me!'

'I think that you have learnt never to go along with Bobby's ideas, haven't you, Molly?' Ororo smiled at the bunny hat-wearing young mutant. 'Perhaps you will remember this the next time he attempts to involve you.'

Sharon was standing a short distance away from the group. The young feline mutant had taken a position by the door as soon as Ororo had brought herself and Molly into the room.

The lavender-haired catgirl scowled at her newborn sister. It wasn't fair! She was Emma's favourite! She was the one that Emma doted over! There would be hell to pay now!

TBC...

Next: Return of the Green-Eyed Monster

Will Sharon ever adjust to having a younger sister, or will she continue to be jealous and bitter? Tune in next time to find out...