She managed to get over it rather quickly. Erik was a great help in the matter. The children were thriving, and that was what was most important to her. Christine and Cynthia had made an abundance of friends, always off at the park or on play dates. She had frequently invited them to have their friends over the house, especially when summer came and the pool was out, but the children's parents always declined. Moira didn't understand why, but as long as the girls were happy, she was.
Kurt, on the other hand, seemed to be spending a lot of time with Wanda. It was cute. Wanda would come to the house, and Moira loved spying on the two of them. They were young, Kurt thirteen, and Wanda only twelve, but there was something about the way they were together. Moira wondered if her little boy had found his very first girlfriend. Though, as she had been watching, there was yet to be any holding hands or kissing, which she was relieved of. They were simply far too young.
His newfound relationship with this girl, however, reminded Moira of the important task that as his parents was their responsibility. One evening, she curled up beside Azazel to discuss it with him.
"We have to have 'the talk' with Kurt," she stated.
"What talk?" Azazel asked, wrapping his arm around her.
"You know," she started. "'The talk'. Sex."
Azazel's eyes widened. "Why we have to do that? He's too young!"
"Of course, he's too young for it," Moira replied. "But that doesn't mean he won't be thinking about it soon. And we need to make sure he understands what it all means."
"He is smart boy," Azazel said, shifting uncomfortably. "I never had talk. I turned out ok."
"Alek," she sighed. "This is important. I know it's awkward, but as his parents, it's our job to make sure he is well suited."
"Fine," Azazel agreed. "We do talk. Tomorrow. For now." He rolled over on top of her. "No more talk."
She giggled at him as he skirted his fingers under her shirt. "If our son is anything like you, Aleksandr, we are in big trouble."
"So are women in general," he replied, leaning down to capture her lips.
~&Q~
They decided the next day to pull him aside. Moira knew this was typically a 'father, son' thing, as when they had the talk with their daughters it would be her job to lead the conversation. But she wanted to support her husband, who she knew wanted nothing to do with this.
"Am I in trouble?" the boy asked as he sat down with them.
"No, angel," Moira told him. "We just wanted to have a chat with you."
"Da," Azazel began nervously. "We want to talk to you…" he trailed off, looking to his wife. She took his hand.
"Angel," she began. "When a man and a woman love each other, sometimes they want to," she paused, trying to find the words. "Do things to each other, to show that love."
Kurt's eyes widened. "No, no no. We don't have to talk about this."
"Da, we do," Azazel interjected. "Is important you understand."
He groaned and slouched down in his seat, looking away from both of his parents.
Moira looked to Azazel, and he decided to continue. "They are man and woman who love each other, want to be together forever. When they love each other so much, they want to be closer," he paused, wiping the sweat from his brow. "And man wants to be inside woman."
"Oh God," Kurt whined, crossing his arms.
"They have sex," Azazel continued, looking to Moira for support. "And man puts….part inside woman's part."
"Please stop," Kurt put his hands over his face.
"Angel," Moira piped in. "It's important you understand this. You're becoming a man, and one day you'll want to do this. I know you have been hanging out with Wanda a lot-"
"I'm not going to do that with Wanda!" he argued.
"Maybe not," Azazel replied. "But someone, one day. And is important."
"We want you to know, love," Moira said. "That one day, when you are ready, you can come to us. We want you to be safe, so anything you need, we will make sure you have. There're so many diseases out there, not to mention getting a girl pregnant. We don't want anything like that to happen until you're ready."
"I'm not doing it," he sighed, avoiding his parents' eye. "This is the worst. Can I please go?"
Moira didn't feel like they'd gotten through the entire talk, but Kurt was a brick wall. "Go ahead," she released him. He jumped up and sprinted from the room. Moira sighed and looked to her husband. "Do you think we did enough?"
"We did fine," he waved a hand. "Kurt is smart boy."