Ever since he'd given her that necklace she felt like she was falling more in love with him, it didn't seem possible, she'd already loved him so much, there was no such thing as a truer love than they had with and for each other, it was just impossible… and yet, here she was talking to herself about this, and how real it was. A few times when she thought of it she could feel the baby doing somersaults inside her temporary home down there.
They'd gone to Hank a little while ago and found out officially that Logan was right, it was a girl, and right now, Ororo was sure that she had a healing factor just like her Dad, because for the past day she'd been moving constantly. Ororo had to stop a class a couple times so she could deal with some unforeseen nausea that insisted on being taken care of. Though Ororo knew that Logan knew how thankful she was to him for the present he'd given her she wished she could thank him so much more… she felt so much better to not have to think about what the weather would be like if she fostered a certain thought, or allowed her mood to get the best of her which didn't happen very often if ever.
After her class was over she had the desperate urge to pee, so she did her best not to run to the ladies room, though no one would blame her if she did… having a 7½ moth old baby resting on her bladder would put anyone in that situation. After doing her business and washing her hands she put her hands on her stomach rubbing gently where the baby was. "I can't wait to meet you in person my little Jessica." She said smiling down to her now almost overgrown bump. "Your Father and I have waited very long for you to come into our lives… I know you'll love your Father, he's one of the most wonderful men anyone will ever meet. I'm so happy that God decided to send you to us." She said, her eyes started to mist over with joy, as she silently said a prayer of thanks for hearing her request for a child. She'd had times like this in days that to anyone else would seem like regular days in the life of a mutant/mom-to-be, but to her they were everything but regular, they were wonderful extraordinary days that she was amazed to witness. She'd talked to the little one in her belly numerous times, mostly when she was alone, or with Logan, she knew he knew about it… and she'd caught him doing it too, both in secret and outright. She remembered waking up one night at about 5:00 AM to feel his hand gently laid on her stomach, with him whispering things to the baby quietly, she stayed as still and silent as possible as to not cause an interruption in their little conversation. A couple times when they did this the little one kicked and stretched inside her and though Ororo couldn't officially hear it, she'd talk back to them, in little coo's and squeaks that her parents celebrated joyfully.
"Hey Ororo." Rogue said getting her attention, the woman looked toward the door of the restroom, seeing the teen. "Vivian's on the phone, d' you want me ta have her call back?" Ororo's ears perked up, Vivian hadn't called in a while, and Ororo was very happy to hear that her sister was getting back to her. "No, thank you Rogue, I'll be out in a moment." Rogue nodded to her, then exited out the door. Taking one last look in the mirror she thought about something. She looked good, besides the bump that was so obvious now, and the fact that she felt so fat and about ready to just pop sometimes. She had herself, God and Logan to thank for that. God for creating her with a perfect body that she wouldn't trade with anyone else, her husband for making sure that she always got enough of everything she needed no matter the cost or the pressure that she gave him for it, and herself for always doing the best to take care of herself in every way she could. She smiled to herself in the mirror as she walked out of the door and gratefully took the phone from Rogue.
"Hello Vi, how have you been?" She answered her sister's silence. "How am I!? How are you? I'm not the one who's just about to have a baby." Ororo laughed at her sister's comment, "Yes, I guess you're right, I am well." "Just well?" "Well, as you said Vivian, I am going to have the baby soon." Vivian laughed out loud at Ororo repeating her words. "Yes. How has everyone been treating you?" "Well. They're treating me like they would usually, except for a little more tender now that the news is out." "You should've told them about that when you first found out, not waited all that time." Vivian said correctively to Ororo. "I wanted to… we both wanted to, but…" "But what?" There was silence for the next few seconds. "Ororo?" She didn't want to tell her sister about it, for the sake of not worrying her. "It's nothing." She said trying to dismiss the whole detail and act like it was nothing. "Ororo, if you say something in that tone you and I both know it's not nothing, so tell me." Ororo prepared herself emotionally for the next part of the conversation. "Do you remember when… when I told you about Logan?" "Which part? You tell me a lot about him." "Hm-hm, I guess I do." More silence for a couple seconds. "Which part Ororo." "When I told you about… when he was, weaponized?" "Oh, yes I remember." The line was again silent for the next few seconds. "The people who did it to him…" "Yes?" "…They're looking for him." "What? But how? Why?" "Some stupid theory that worm had!" "How could anyone think like that!?" Ororo closed her eyes shaking her head quietly, the pain from the memory seeping back into her soul. They discussed the subject a little more, before skipping it and getting to something lighter and more happy for the sake of the baby.
"So, what'd you find out?" "About what?" Ororo asked Vivian through the phone. "About the baby silly. Is it a boy or a girl? I need to know so I can get the appropriate birthday gift for them." "Oh?" "Yes, how much baby stuff do you have?" Ororo laughed on her side of the phone, "Enough I'm sure." "Baby clothes?" "20 pairs." "Diapers?" "A third of our closet full." "Baby food?" "She's not even here yet." "She!" Vivian said victoriously over the phone. "I thought you'd tell me!" Ororo shook her head sighing to herself at how persistent her sister could be sometimes. "You have enough baby blankets?" "Yes, well… not too many, but enough to keep her warm and protected during the cold months of winter." "No worries, we'll get you some more!" Vivian said happily to her sister, then went and made a shopping list of things for her little niece. "Oh, you are incorrigible Vi." "Love you to sis." Ororo laughed at her again. There was a sudden pang in her gut that was slightly more than the others around it, knowing this she told Vivian that she had to get off the phone. "Is something wrong?" Vivian asked concerned, Ororo pushed down the feeling or thought of anything being amiss. "No, it's just a little false labor, everything's fine." She said trying to convince her sister that everything truly was ok. Just then another rush of pain came over her, she gripped her stomach with one hand and the wall with the hand that the phone was in. "Are you sure?" "I… I don't know, I think it is." "Is Logan there?" Concern was all over Vivian's tone as she asked the question. "N-no." "Anyone else?" "I don't think so…" "Find the Doc Ororo, have him check on you." "I'm sure it's fine Vi…" "Being sure isn't the same as knowing Ororo. Don't make me call the Professor again after this and have him send someone to find you wherever you are in the mansion Ororo, cause I will do that!" "Alright." She said as another wave of pain washed over her, forcing her to hunch over almost gasping. "I'll stay on the line with you until you get there."