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Chapter 6 of junior x
Of meetings and such
Dinner at the X-mansion was always special. It was the one time in the days of the lives of the X-men that they could sit down and relate and act as a normal household. Everyone had their role. Kitty and Betsy usually helped Jean with the preparation of the meal. Rogue and Remy would set the table, while Logan and Scott usually argued about who was on dishwashing and cleanup duty. In the end, Kurt would normally volunteer to do this, and did so by himself, as was his choice these days.
At one time, Kurt was the one who kept the jokes rolling, who brought life to the table. However, since the death of his son a year ago, he had transformed from the devil-may-care swashbuckler to the brooding, dark-emotioned young man he was today. He rarely smiled, and never laughed. It pained the others to see him this way, but the wall of turmoil the german x-man had built around himself was impenetratable.
Even the Professor, the most powerful mind on earth, could not get through to him. He could only resort to the hope that, with the passage of time,
Kurt's grief would pass and the wounds would begin to heal. Kitty had indeed grieved herself, but was slowly beginning to adjust. Kurt, however,
chose to receed within himself.
However, with Kurt now "pregnant", he seemed to finally be tearing the wall of pain down. "Kurt is pregnant." The Professor had went over this in
his mind over and over again. However, it hadn't become so hard to become accustomed to the idea as he first thought. He was slowly accepting the
fact that there would be a "pregnant" man running around the mansion for the next nine months.
It was now 6:00 p.m. The table had been set. Betsy placed the food on the table, while Rogue and Remy discussed the round of basketball they had
just finished.
"Ah swear, if ya wasn't such a cheat." the southern belle yelled at the cajun, taking the sweat band out of her hair, "Ah would have had that game
sacked!"
"Is that so, petite?" asked Remy with a sly smile. "You don't think it had any'ting to do wit' you not bein' able to play, non?"
Betsy rolled her eyes. "Honestly," the purple-haired assassin said with the tone of a scolding mother. "There are children who fuss less."
Jean looked to Scott, who was busying himself in the process of making a pot of coffee. "Scott," Jean whispered . "You do know what tommorrow is,don't you?"
Scott's face drained itself of all color and became somber. He nearly scooped the coffee grounds onto the countertop instead of the filter basket.
Yes, he knew all too well what tommorrow was. "I would rather forget." Scott choked. Tommorrow would mark the one year anniversary of Jacob's and
Ororo's death.
"Do you suppose that's why Kurt and Kitty took off this past week? To get away from the memories?" Jean's green eyes welled with tears. "Kitty eternally grieves,
and Kurt is teatering on the verge of a nervous breakdown anyway." As a telepath, Jean had not only to deal with her own grief, but she felt the other's pain as well,
especially Kurt's.
"I would suppose so. As a father who lost a child, I know all too well what Kurt is going through." Scott, of course, was referring to Nathan.
"I'm not so sure that is a fair comparison, though. After all, I did eventually get Nathan back. Jacob is gone for good."
"Well, when I asked the Professor why Kurt and Kitty left without telling any of us, he just said they had went on a vacation, for a week's worth of
relaxation." Jean said. "But, what if they decided not to come back?"
Before Scott had the chance to answer the question, the Professor came hovering in the kitchen, whith a somewhat tanned and happier Kitty Pryde-Wagner
walking in behind him.
"Oh, Kitty!" Where were you? Are you both O.K.?" Jean rambled on, relieved to see her friend but wanting so many questions answered. The beautiful
redhead wrapped her arms around the smaller girl in a welcome-home hug.
"Oh, Jean! Didn't the Professor tell you? We just went away for a week to spend some time together. Kurt really needed the rest." Kitty giggled. She
was so happy, much to the delight of the others. "And soon, they'll know why I'm happy!" Kitty thought to herself.
The Professor looked up at the rest of the X-men. "I can see you are all happy about having Kurt and Kitty back home from their vacation. I assure you, the
team meeting Hank and I have arranged after dinner tonight will answer all of your questions." The Professor smiled. "I can tell you all this much, celebration
will definitly be in order."
"So, where be de elf?" Remy asked, "Remy not see him in a week. Missed him." The cajun said as he scratched at a chip in one of the plates. "No one can give
me a run for mah money in a poker game like ol' Wagner." Remy sat the plate down in front of him and took his place at the table.
"My precious elf is still asleep. He was so excited about coming home last night. When we got home at 5:00 this morning, he went straight to bed. He just
couldn't sleep." Kitty's face melted into a loving expression. "After all, Kurt deserves all the rest he can get." she said, love glistening in her brown eyes.
Just as Kitty had turned around to pour herself a cup of Scott's freshly brewed coffee, Kurt came down into the kitchen. "Guten tag, mein freunds." Kurt said and proceeded
to stretch and yawn. He was wearing the same tank top and jeans he had on when he arrived home that morning. His long hair was slicked back into a ponytail, and a wide, ecstatic
grin splitted his handsome, blue face. "Miss me?"
"Oh, Kurt!" Jean squealed and wrapped her arms around the blue mutant. Kurt returned the hug, his tail swishing lazily.
"There's mah brother!" Rogue yelled and followed suit behind Jean.
After hugging Jean and Rogue, Kurt walked over to Kitty, took her in his muscular blue arms, dipped her, and gave her a long, deep passionate kiss. Everyone stood, dumbfounded.
This was what the old Kurt did. The Kurt who existed before the lose of his son. Not the new Kurt, who sulled around the mansion in inconsolable pain.
"Vas is wrong?" Kurt asked , finally turning Kitty's lips free. "Is there something wrong with a man kissing his beautiful wife?" Kurt grinned mischieviously and Kitty blushed like
a schoolgirl.
"Of course not, elf. But that must've been one hell of a vacation." Logan said, taking his seat at the table. "It's like we got the old you back."
Kurt grimmaced at his old friend. If he had a father figure in his life next to the Professor, Logan certainly filled the bill. A cantankerous, ill-tempered father at times, but a
father figure nonetheless. Kurt, for a brief second, began to imagine what Logan's reaction would be to the upcoming news, then shook the thought away.
He smiled. "Ja, well, hopefully, the suave swashbuckler is here to stay this time." Kurt said, wrapping an arm around his wife.
"This is so wonderful, Kurt! You look and seem so well! What on earth happened?" Betsy asked, her purple eyebrows arching in question as a clever smile swept across her lips.
"Let's just say," Kurt grinned, "That this past week has given me something to live for, something to look forward to." Kurt explained cryptically.
"And this is what this meeting with the Professor and Hank is all about?"
Betsy asked.
"Ja, that it is." Kurt said. Betsy smiled and each X-man continued with their part in putting the finishing touches on the meal. Kitty pulled Kurt to the side.
"Sweetheart, do you think that was wise doing that?" Kitty whispered to Kurt in concern.
"Doing what, leibling?" Kurt asked.
"Dipping me like that? Please, don't put any stain on yourself. Remember, there's a little one to think about now." Kitty whispered in Kurt's ear lovingly.
She looked into his soulful, golden eyes and patted his stomach tenderly.
Kurt's heart ached to when he looked into her eyes. It ached with pure joy. To see the love she harbored in her heart for him and the child growning inside of him
made his chest want to burst with intense happiness. Only a week pregnant, Kurt could see that Kitty was already attached to this child adn loved it with all her
heart and soul, as much as if she were carrying it herself. The same love Kurt felt for the tiny life inside him. He could see the pride women took in their ability
to bear children. Kurt rubbed his stomach lovingly and reassured Kitty. "I will do everything in my power to protect our child." Kurt kissed Kitty on her forhead.+
"Soup's on!" Remy shouted as the others took their places.
Logan grabbed two beers out of the fridge and sat one down beside Kurt. "Bottom's up, elf." Logan said and took a long swallow from his own bottle.
Kurt loved beer. It was in his german heritage to drink it. He never turned a good brew down. Yet today, he eyed the brown glass bottle with pure hate.
"Get that away from me, Logan." Kurt said in a half joking, half insulted tone.
"That will be an extra one for you, Ja?" There was no way Kurt was going anywhere within five feet of a beer. It wasn't good for the baby.
"Are you crazy, elf? You an' me consider this to be the milk of the gods!!" Logan was practically feeling rejected that Kurt refused the drink.
"What's wrong with you? Did somebody out there brain wash you or somethin?"
"Or something." Kurt snickered. "Look, I just want to lay off the alcohol for a while. Is there something wrong with that?" Kurt asked in
a matter of fact tone.
"Suit yerself." Logan shrugged. " Elf's gone pure loco. Re you sure you're Kurt?" Logan asked sarcastically.
"In the fuzzy blue flesh." Kurt grinned. "I think I'll have a glass of milk instead."
"That's a wonderful idea!" Kitty nodded. "You sit right there. I'll get it for you!" She patted Kurt on the back and went to retrieve
his milk.
"I just don't get it." Logan snorted. "Gettin' all wholesome, are ya? Next thing ya know, he'll be tradin' his Beatles and Grateful Dead
albums fer Pat Boone or Ricky Nelson!" Logan muttered to himself, taking another drink out of the longneck bottle in front of him.
Kurt shook his head in dismay, and grinned.
*************
Two heaping platefuls of food and four glasses of milk later, Kitty finally left Kurt alone. She did, however, try to force a piece of
apple pie into him.
"Come on, honey." She smiled, settting it in front of him, "You can make room for this, can't you?"
"Nein." Kurt sighed, leaning back in the chair and unzipping his jeans so his overfull stomach could expand. "I'm about to explode, leibling."
Kitty looked at Kurt, and upon seeing how gorged he actually looked, decided he had enough. "I just want to make sure my two angels are getting enough
to eat." She said, kissing him on the jaw. " I just want to make sure you're eating enough for two."
Kurt was grateful. She had hounded him to eat more since they had sat down to dinner.
Hank, of course, had watched all of this from across the table at his usual dinner spot. He walked over to Kurt, as most of the X-men had risen to their
feet to clear the table.
"Looks like you are eating well. Very good. It is important that you do. You and the unborn child need all the nourishment you both can get." Hank
"Don't worry about that, Hank. As long as I'm around, I'll see to both of their needs." Kitty smiled, and looked at Kurt.
"I love you so much, Kurt. My angel." Kitty rested her head on his chest, and he snuggled her in his arms. They were, for a moment, oblivious to every-
thing around them.
"If I could have your attention, my X-men." The Professor announced. "The meeting will be in the warroom in the next 30 minutes. "
Kurt and Kitty looked at each other, a mixture of happiness and nervousness in both their eyes.
"Are you ready, my darling wife?" Kurt asked.
"Certainly, Daddy." Kitty smiled.
Chapter 6 of junior x
Of meetings and such
Dinner at the X-mansion was always special. It was the one time in the days of the lives of the X-men that they could sit down and relate and act as a normal household. Everyone had their role. Kitty and Betsy usually helped Jean with the preparation of the meal. Rogue and Remy would set the table, while Logan and Scott usually argued about who was on dishwashing and cleanup duty. In the end, Kurt would normally volunteer to do this, and did so by himself, as was his choice these days.
At one time, Kurt was the one who kept the jokes rolling, who brought life to the table. However, since the death of his son a year ago, he had transformed from the devil-may-care swashbuckler to the brooding, dark-emotioned young man he was today. He rarely smiled, and never laughed. It pained the others to see him this way, but the wall of turmoil the german x-man had built around himself was impenetratable.
Even the Professor, the most powerful mind on earth, could not get through to him. He could only resort to the hope that, with the passage of time,
Kurt's grief would pass and the wounds would begin to heal. Kitty had indeed grieved herself, but was slowly beginning to adjust. Kurt, however,
chose to receed within himself.
However, with Kurt now "pregnant", he seemed to finally be tearing the wall of pain down. "Kurt is pregnant." The Professor had went over this in
his mind over and over again. However, it hadn't become so hard to become accustomed to the idea as he first thought. He was slowly accepting the
fact that there would be a "pregnant" man running around the mansion for the next nine months.
It was now 6:00 p.m. The table had been set. Betsy placed the food on the table, while Rogue and Remy discussed the round of basketball they had
just finished.
"Ah swear, if ya wasn't such a cheat." the southern belle yelled at the cajun, taking the sweat band out of her hair, "Ah would have had that game
sacked!"
"Is that so, petite?" asked Remy with a sly smile. "You don't think it had any'ting to do wit' you not bein' able to play, non?"
Betsy rolled her eyes. "Honestly," the purple-haired assassin said with the tone of a scolding mother. "There are children who fuss less."
Jean looked to Scott, who was busying himself in the process of making a pot of coffee. "Scott," Jean whispered . "You do know what tommorrow is,don't you?"
Scott's face drained itself of all color and became somber. He nearly scooped the coffee grounds onto the countertop instead of the filter basket.
Yes, he knew all too well what tommorrow was. "I would rather forget." Scott choked. Tommorrow would mark the one year anniversary of Jacob's and
Ororo's death.
"Do you suppose that's why Kurt and Kitty took off this past week? To get away from the memories?" Jean's green eyes welled with tears. "Kitty eternally grieves,
and Kurt is teatering on the verge of a nervous breakdown anyway." As a telepath, Jean had not only to deal with her own grief, but she felt the other's pain as well,
especially Kurt's.
"I would suppose so. As a father who lost a child, I know all too well what Kurt is going through." Scott, of course, was referring to Nathan.
"I'm not so sure that is a fair comparison, though. After all, I did eventually get Nathan back. Jacob is gone for good."
"Well, when I asked the Professor why Kurt and Kitty left without telling any of us, he just said they had went on a vacation, for a week's worth of
relaxation." Jean said. "But, what if they decided not to come back?"
Before Scott had the chance to answer the question, the Professor came hovering in the kitchen, whith a somewhat tanned and happier Kitty Pryde-Wagner
walking in behind him.
"Oh, Kitty!" Where were you? Are you both O.K.?" Jean rambled on, relieved to see her friend but wanting so many questions answered. The beautiful
redhead wrapped her arms around the smaller girl in a welcome-home hug.
"Oh, Jean! Didn't the Professor tell you? We just went away for a week to spend some time together. Kurt really needed the rest." Kitty giggled. She
was so happy, much to the delight of the others. "And soon, they'll know why I'm happy!" Kitty thought to herself.
The Professor looked up at the rest of the X-men. "I can see you are all happy about having Kurt and Kitty back home from their vacation. I assure you, the
team meeting Hank and I have arranged after dinner tonight will answer all of your questions." The Professor smiled. "I can tell you all this much, celebration
will definitly be in order."
"So, where be de elf?" Remy asked, "Remy not see him in a week. Missed him." The cajun said as he scratched at a chip in one of the plates. "No one can give
me a run for mah money in a poker game like ol' Wagner." Remy sat the plate down in front of him and took his place at the table.
"My precious elf is still asleep. He was so excited about coming home last night. When we got home at 5:00 this morning, he went straight to bed. He just
couldn't sleep." Kitty's face melted into a loving expression. "After all, Kurt deserves all the rest he can get." she said, love glistening in her brown eyes.
Just as Kitty had turned around to pour herself a cup of Scott's freshly brewed coffee, Kurt came down into the kitchen. "Guten tag, mein freunds." Kurt said and proceeded
to stretch and yawn. He was wearing the same tank top and jeans he had on when he arrived home that morning. His long hair was slicked back into a ponytail, and a wide, ecstatic
grin splitted his handsome, blue face. "Miss me?"
"Oh, Kurt!" Jean squealed and wrapped her arms around the blue mutant. Kurt returned the hug, his tail swishing lazily.
"There's mah brother!" Rogue yelled and followed suit behind Jean.
After hugging Jean and Rogue, Kurt walked over to Kitty, took her in his muscular blue arms, dipped her, and gave her a long, deep passionate kiss. Everyone stood, dumbfounded.
This was what the old Kurt did. The Kurt who existed before the lose of his son. Not the new Kurt, who sulled around the mansion in inconsolable pain.
"Vas is wrong?" Kurt asked , finally turning Kitty's lips free. "Is there something wrong with a man kissing his beautiful wife?" Kurt grinned mischieviously and Kitty blushed like
a schoolgirl.
"Of course not, elf. But that must've been one hell of a vacation." Logan said, taking his seat at the table. "It's like we got the old you back."
Kurt grimmaced at his old friend. If he had a father figure in his life next to the Professor, Logan certainly filled the bill. A cantankerous, ill-tempered father at times, but a
father figure nonetheless. Kurt, for a brief second, began to imagine what Logan's reaction would be to the upcoming news, then shook the thought away.
He smiled. "Ja, well, hopefully, the suave swashbuckler is here to stay this time." Kurt said, wrapping an arm around his wife.
"This is so wonderful, Kurt! You look and seem so well! What on earth happened?" Betsy asked, her purple eyebrows arching in question as a clever smile swept across her lips.
"Let's just say," Kurt grinned, "That this past week has given me something to live for, something to look forward to." Kurt explained cryptically.
"And this is what this meeting with the Professor and Hank is all about?"
Betsy asked.
"Ja, that it is." Kurt said. Betsy smiled and each X-man continued with their part in putting the finishing touches on the meal. Kitty pulled Kurt to the side.
"Sweetheart, do you think that was wise doing that?" Kitty whispered to Kurt in concern.
"Doing what, leibling?" Kurt asked.
"Dipping me like that? Please, don't put any stain on yourself. Remember, there's a little one to think about now." Kitty whispered in Kurt's ear lovingly.
She looked into his soulful, golden eyes and patted his stomach tenderly.
Kurt's heart ached to when he looked into her eyes. It ached with pure joy. To see the love she harbored in her heart for him and the child growning inside of him
made his chest want to burst with intense happiness. Only a week pregnant, Kurt could see that Kitty was already attached to this child adn loved it with all her
heart and soul, as much as if she were carrying it herself. The same love Kurt felt for the tiny life inside him. He could see the pride women took in their ability
to bear children. Kurt rubbed his stomach lovingly and reassured Kitty. "I will do everything in my power to protect our child." Kurt kissed Kitty on her forhead.+
"Soup's on!" Remy shouted as the others took their places.
Logan grabbed two beers out of the fridge and sat one down beside Kurt. "Bottom's up, elf." Logan said and took a long swallow from his own bottle.
Kurt loved beer. It was in his german heritage to drink it. He never turned a good brew down. Yet today, he eyed the brown glass bottle with pure hate.
"Get that away from me, Logan." Kurt said in a half joking, half insulted tone.
"That will be an extra one for you, Ja?" There was no way Kurt was going anywhere within five feet of a beer. It wasn't good for the baby.
"Are you crazy, elf? You an' me consider this to be the milk of the gods!!" Logan was practically feeling rejected that Kurt refused the drink.
"What's wrong with you? Did somebody out there brain wash you or somethin?"
"Or something." Kurt snickered. "Look, I just want to lay off the alcohol for a while. Is there something wrong with that?" Kurt asked in
a matter of fact tone.
"Suit yerself." Logan shrugged. " Elf's gone pure loco. Re you sure you're Kurt?" Logan asked sarcastically.
"In the fuzzy blue flesh." Kurt grinned. "I think I'll have a glass of milk instead."
"That's a wonderful idea!" Kitty nodded. "You sit right there. I'll get it for you!" She patted Kurt on the back and went to retrieve
his milk.
"I just don't get it." Logan snorted. "Gettin' all wholesome, are ya? Next thing ya know, he'll be tradin' his Beatles and Grateful Dead
albums fer Pat Boone or Ricky Nelson!" Logan muttered to himself, taking another drink out of the longneck bottle in front of him.
Kurt shook his head in dismay, and grinned.
*************
Two heaping platefuls of food and four glasses of milk later, Kitty finally left Kurt alone. She did, however, try to force a piece of
apple pie into him.
"Come on, honey." She smiled, settting it in front of him, "You can make room for this, can't you?"
"Nein." Kurt sighed, leaning back in the chair and unzipping his jeans so his overfull stomach could expand. "I'm about to explode, leibling."
Kitty looked at Kurt, and upon seeing how gorged he actually looked, decided he had enough. "I just want to make sure my two angels are getting enough
to eat." She said, kissing him on the jaw. " I just want to make sure you're eating enough for two."
Kurt was grateful. She had hounded him to eat more since they had sat down to dinner.
Hank, of course, had watched all of this from across the table at his usual dinner spot. He walked over to Kurt, as most of the X-men had risen to their
feet to clear the table.
"Looks like you are eating well. Very good. It is important that you do. You and the unborn child need all the nourishment you both can get." Hank
"Don't worry about that, Hank. As long as I'm around, I'll see to both of their needs." Kitty smiled, and looked at Kurt.
"I love you so much, Kurt. My angel." Kitty rested her head on his chest, and he snuggled her in his arms. They were, for a moment, oblivious to every-
thing around them.
"If I could have your attention, my X-men." The Professor announced. "The meeting will be in the warroom in the next 30 minutes. "
Kurt and Kitty looked at each other, a mixture of happiness and nervousness in both their eyes.
"Are you ready, my darling wife?" Kurt asked.
"Certainly, Daddy." Kitty smiled.
