It started small and slowly grew. People call her a problem but I don't care what they say I'm keeping this baby. This is a show of the fact that he was real and here, with me, if only for a little while. This shows that he loved me and will always be here, with me, if only through our child. She maybe a "demon's child" as they call her but she's mine and his, and that's all that matters.

I am 8 and months along when I went to the bank and nearly lose her because of a robbery. They shot me and missed her but just barely. I started labour early and it lasted for almost 8 hours, it was a hard birth, but she made into the world crying her little lungs out. I cried for the first time in 8 and months, all because I knew someone was going to take her from me. My own mother signed away my rights to my baby because she hated small children. I hated her, so i took my baby at night and signed myself out, I had planned for this so I wouldn't lose her. The doctors were in on it, they knew it wasn't right so they helped me set up in America where I wouldn't be judged like this city of Rio de Janeiro. I moved to the city of New York and set up shop near Stark Tower, one of the doctors came with me to help me with my baby girl, he is my only father figure in my life. I wanted to walk around Central Park with my beautiful little Rosie so I could have some alone time with her. My doctor, Dr. Banner, came with me and was on high alert the entire time, guarding me I guess you could say. He was looking around for someone to show up I think, someone important perhaps?

I was about to ask him when a redheaded woman ran up to him and started to talk to him rapidly about something. He shakes his head at something, sighs and then nods. He comes up to me and starts to sign to me that he has to go when the woman tugs his arm insistently, he shakes her off.

"Are you going to be okay getting back to the apartment by yourself?" he finishes. I nod and make a shooing motion with my free hand. He kisses my forehead then leaves with the insistent redhead.

I continue to rock Rosie and sing quietly to her in Spanish, until someone taps me on the shoulder. I look up and then get scared, it's a man, a really tall, well equipped, blond, blue-eyed man, but he doesn't look mad, he looks concerned? I tilt my head to the side and quietly ask what he needs, mind you I can't hear myself, so I probably said it a bit too loud judging by his face. My eyes flicker down to his lips as he starts to talk.

"Where are your parents miss? Shouldn't you be home? It's getting a bit late so you should head home about now especially if you're taking care of your little sister miss…" I stop him there by saying quietly that she's my daughter. He looks surprised at first, then concerned. "Where's her father miss? And where's your parents? Shouldn't they be taking care of her while you go to school?"

"Her father died. My father is dead and my mother might as well be. No, because I need to take care of her I am her mother." I answer and then turn to leave, finding Dr. Banner standing there, looking on proudly. I smile.

"Dr. Banner gracias a dios! This man won't leave me alone!" i tell him. He smiles and turns to the blond man saying something to him which makes the man turn paler than he already is. He turns to me.

"I'm so sorry i didn't know that you knew Bruce!" He says. I giggle and nod saying that it's fine.

Rosie starts to cry. I sigh and look around for a bench when I find one I walk over to it and sit putting the baby bag down and getting the necessary things to change Rosie's diaper. I get to work as Dr. Banner once again stands guard for people who mean us harm. I keep Rosie entertained as I change her so she doesn't cry. I sing to her afterward to put her back to sleep, not surprisingly it doesn't work. She must be hungry again. I get the last pre-made bottle out and uncap it warming it up after checking to see that no one was looking. Once its warm enough I give it to her and sing at the same time to help her feel calmer and more sleepy.

When Rosie is finished I burp her and start rocking her to help her stay asleep. I startle when someone taps my shoulder, deja vu much? I glare as my startling makes Rosie wake up. I glare at the redheaded woman.

"You made me wake up Rosie!" I sign angrily with one hand. I start rocking her again, trying to put her back to sleep. She continues to cry so I start singing, hoping to calm her. It works. She goes back to sleep, I walk over to Dr. Banner and give him my little Rosie to hold. I march over to the redheaded woman and start to sign rapidly getting angry when she seems to not know what I'm doing. Someone lays their hand on my shoulder and I calm already knowing who it is. Dr. Banner breathes with me knowing that I need to calm down before I burn her with my mutation. I calm down and take my little Rosie from him, knowing that with her in my arms I won't get too hot, because my mutation makes it possible to burn her seeing as she lived within me for 8 and months so my mutation recognizes her as someone I care for. My mutation is sentient in that I can't control it, it reacts to when I care and don't care about someone. It's an odd kind of sentience in that it knows when i care for someone and it won't burn them intentionally or unintentionally. It won't activate when someone I care for is in a two foot range of the part of my body i want to heat up.

I don't notice someone come up to me until they wave a hand in front of my face. I jump. He holds his hands up and then starts to sign.

"I'm sorry about Nat she didn't know you were deaf, and she doesn't know any form of sign. Was that Spanish sign by the way?"

"Yes and it's fine i just don't want her to cry in front of others, they call her a demon back where I'm from all because of her father, I hate that, I don't want anyone to make fun of my baby girl because of her father or because of her looks or her cries." I sign to him. He nods in understanding.

"I get it, my first child was a bit of a crier when he was born. I was always so scared someone would take him from me and hurt him because of who I am, who i work for or something. Eventually you learn, you can't protect them from everything, somethings you just have to let happen." I look at him for a moment.

"Would you still say that if you saw my Rosie's Face?" I pull the blanket from her face and let the 'spell' fall showing her real face. I smile as I look at my little Rosie. Her skin is blue and etched with symbols of an unknown origin, her fingers are six in all, her yellow eyes open and dart to my face, she smiles up at me. Her ears perk up as I start to sing and rock her. Her tail flicks back and forth with my singing wrapping around my finger as she starts to fall asleep. I look up at him as realization dawns on his face.

"Her father…...was it Nightcrawler, Kurt Wagner, of the X-Men?" I nod tears in my eyes.