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Chapter 8 of Junior X
Reflections
Aug 31, 2004
Dear Diary,
Hey, remember me? It's Kitty Wagner!! I know, I know, it's been awhile since I decided to tell you about my life.
A little over a year, actually. Where have I been, you ask? Long story. Let's just say I've been too disenchanted
with life to even bother.
When my son Jacob died, my days were filled with endless sorrow. Was there any need to bore you with each entry
being nothing more than to tell you how I felt like my heart was ripped from my chest or what my latest suicidal
thought was? Nah, you wouldn't want to hear that. So, I didn't trouble you.
As I write this, I notice the date of the last entry I made before this one. The day before Jacob's death. My precious
baby boy. You are looking down on us from your little cloud in heaven. Please know, mommy and daddy still love
you. You are our firstborn, and always will be. We know you live on in our hearts.
I so wish Jacob were here to see his new brother or sister, when he or she arrives. When our new baby gets here, he or
she will know all about Jacob. They will learn to love him as we did.
Kurt is now in his Eighth week. He seems so vigorous, so full of life, and so happy. Any of the possible complications
McCoy had told us of have yet to surface. Thank God. Hopefully, these risks remain just a theory on Hank's part.
Kurt is enjoying his "pregnancy" to the fullest.
Kurt has his monthly checkup this afternoon. He and I can hardly wait. Hank says that Kurt should be far enough
along to listen to the baby's heartbeat. Today is going to be a milestone , not just for us, but for the medical community
as well.
Oh, Kurt, how I love you. You have done so much for me, and now this, this wonderful miracle you are going through.
Sure, all birth is miraculous, but even more so for us. This is a medical first. A man, my wonderful husband, carrying our
unborn child inside him. Words cannot express the love I have in my heart for you, my soulmate, and the precious life
that is growing inside you. I only hope that you can see that love in my actions and in my face every time that I speak
the words "I love you" to you. I don't think I could ever say it enough.
I plan to write here regularly now. There is so much going on in my life. So much that is magical and wonderous.
I want to keep a detailed account of this, right up to the baby's birth.
There is so much more I want to say, but I need to find my Kurt. I don't want him to be late for breakfast. After all,
he's eating for two now.
Thanks,
Kitty Wagner.
*************************
Kitty smiled to herself as she finished scratching the last words into the entry. She carefully closed the book and locked
it, placing it in the dresser drawer. She quickly got dressed and started down the hall, meeting Jean on her way to the
staircase.
"Good morning, Red!" Kitty chirped happily. "Tell me, have you seen that handsome husband of mine?"
"Actually, I was going to ask you the same thing. I want to talk to both of you." Jean smiled.
"Of course. What about?" Kitty asked.
"Well, I know that Kurt has his checkup this afternoon." Jean stated.
"Oh, yes. At four o'clock. Oh, Jean, I can't wait! We get to listen to the baby's heartbeat this afternoon!
I can't wait to listen to my little one's heart!! This is going to be so intense!! We'll be able to see if the
baby is doing well." Kitty babbled on proudly. The intense love she had for her husband and the unborn
child was overwhelming to Jean, being an alpha class telepath. Sensing such love made Jean want to cry.
It was the kind of love people searched all their lives for, but never found. Through this love, however,
Jean could sense another strong emotion.
Worry. Worry for her husband. Worry for the baby.
Jean had sensed this also from Kitty for the past couple of weeks. And from Kurt. Hopefully, what she had to offer would put both
their minds at ease.
Jean crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows, wearing a clever smile on her face. "What if I told you that you don't have to wait until
this afternoon. You could find out how the baby's doing right now." Jean said
Kitty looked at her confused. "How? Is there a way?" Kitty asked wide-eyed.
"Yes, actually. I talked to Kurt about it when we first learned of his,um, condition." Jean said. "I told him that,
once the child's mind matured, I could psionically detect it. I can read it's mind, and see firsthand if everything is
all right." Jean stated.
Kitty was intrigued. Her eyes lit up. "Oh, Jean! You mean, you can do that?"
"Certainly. That way, it would put yours and Kurt's mind at ease." She said
"Oh, Jean! Thank you so much!! Will you do it for us!!? Please?" Kitty pleaded.
"You bet, kiddo. I'd do anything for my brother and sister." Jean said, hugging Kitty.
"Great! Let's go find our daddy to be, then!" Kitty said exitedly and the both of them went off in search
of a certain pregnant blue elf.
On their way down to the living room, they ran into Hank McCoy, who was making his way drowsedly down
to the kitchen. Kitty stopped him. "Hank, have you seen Kurt?" She said, out of breath.
"Why, yes. He's in the courtyard, playing basketball. Why? Is something wrong?" Hank perked up, concerned.
"Oh, no, not at all! Jean's going to read our baby's mind!" Kitty giggled.
"Well, that is indeed a terrific idea. It would be very beneficial to have a telepath scan this child.. It would be
an instant alert to me if something were to go wrong. Fascinating." Hank started analysing in his mind, a smile
of scientific thirst crossing his face.
"I'll inform you of everything I find. That way, it will benefit you in giving Kurt his checkups." Jean smiled.
"Is that O.K. with you, Kitty?"
"Oh, by all means! I want Kurt to get all the prenatal care he can get!" It then slowly sunk in to Kitty's mind on
where Hank said Kurt was. "Playing basketball? Is he crazy?! That can't be good for him in his condition!"
"On the contrary, Kitty." Hank interrrupted her. "Light activity such as a friendly game of basketball is very beneficial
for Kurt. It is low impact, and will help him keep his muscles toned. That's going to be very helpful as his pregnancy
advances. He's going to have a lot of weight to carry around. You should know that."
Kitty's mind flashed back. Yes, Kurt would definitly have some difficulty getting around as time goes along.
He may have gotten out of things like morning sickness and mood swings because he's a guy, but the other
discomforts were going to be there. Kitty remembered all to well the backaches and clumsiness that came
with pregnancy.
"True, just as long as he doesn't overexert himself." Kitty smiled.
***********************************
"Hey! Dat no fair!" Remy shouted at Scott as he sent an eyebeam at Remy's goal-making shot, flattening the
ball as flat as a pancake. "Remy don't shoot cards at your slam dunks. Why you do dat?" Remy said in a half
joking, half angry tone.
"Hey, if you got it, flaunt it." Scott said, and began comically strutting like a model. "Besides, when Kurt teleports
in front of the net, you never yell at him. Why can he cheat and not me?"
"Don't be shiftin' off on de elf. Besides, Kurt not bamf this whole game. " Remy said, looking at the net, mourning over
the shot that never made it.
"There will be no bamfing for a while, my fine cajun friend." Kurt said, who just got over laughing at Scott and Remy,
"Hank strictly forbade me from it. Too much stress on my system." Kurt abstractly layed a hand on his abdomen.
"The look on your face was priceless, mein friend." Kurt looked over at Remy, who was still sullen. Kurt bursted out
laughing.
"Dat's it! Ya'll wanna make fun of Remy? Fine! I meet you two at de breakfast table." Remy kicked the gravels at his feet.
He looked back toward Kurt. "I gotta admit, elf, ya sure give us a run for de money. I tell ya, dis pregnancy of yours
not affect yer game one bit." Remy turned away, and began to make his way back toward the mansion, leaving Kurt and
Scott standing alone in the courtyard.
Scott looked at Kurt, and smiled. "You know, you look better now than you have in a long while. This pregnancy does
seem to be good for you." Scott told him, walking over to the net to retrieve the deflated basketball he lasered.
"Ja, that it is." Kurt grinned widely. "You know, Hank is going to listen to the baby's heartbeat today." Kurt drifted of
in a sort of dream like state as he looked down at his stomach and placed both hands on it, rubbing it and smiling. He had
such pride and happiness in his voice. "Yes, this child is truly a gift from heaven. And I love this little angel. With every
fiber of my being. And did I mention how God truly blessed me when he gave me Kitty, as well?" Kurt looked back toward
Scott, hands still protectively over his abdomen. "We are going to be so happy."
"And it is about time, friend." Scott patted Kurt on the back. " This baby is going to be extremely lucky to
have such loving parents. Not to mention, a whole house of people who are already in love with it as you and
Kitty are." Scott gave Kurt a warm grin.
"Except Logan." Kurt said sadly. Scott shook his head. Ever since the news came out of Kurt's condition, Logan had
been fumingly angry at the young man. For weeks afterward, Logan never missed a chance to make a sarcastic remark
to Kurt, ranting or raving. Kurt had vowed to himself to never return the remarks. It caused him nothing but unneeded
stress in the longrun, and he knew that was not good for the child he was carrying.
There was still no denying how Logan's attitude toward Kurt was making him heartsick. They were the closest of friends.
They had been through so much together. Now, for the past two weeks, instead of shooting his mouth of at Kurt,
Logan had resorted to the silent treatment. When Kurt would enter a room, Logan would quickly make an exit.
If he couldn't do that, he would simply become quiet, and not even talk to Kurt, even ignoring him when he
spoke, practically denying his existance. On Kurt's part, he preferred the cheap shots Logan made to this.
At least Logan was speaking to him and acknowledging him when he was arguing with him.
Kurt sighed heavily. "Oh well, I just have to keep hoping that Logan will finally learn to accept this. "
He smiled at Scott weakly.
"Don't worry yourself. Logan will finally come around. He's going to have to. He can deny all he wants, but that
will not make things the way he thinks they should be." Scott said as he and Kurt walked back to the mansion.
"C'mon. I'm sure breakfast is ready, and I would say that you and the little one there are starved." Scott poked
Kurt lightly in the stomach.
Kurt smiled and rubbed the spot Scott had just poked.
"We're famished." Kurt chuckled.
Chapter 8 of Junior X
Reflections
Aug 31, 2004
Dear Diary,
Hey, remember me? It's Kitty Wagner!! I know, I know, it's been awhile since I decided to tell you about my life.
A little over a year, actually. Where have I been, you ask? Long story. Let's just say I've been too disenchanted
with life to even bother.
When my son Jacob died, my days were filled with endless sorrow. Was there any need to bore you with each entry
being nothing more than to tell you how I felt like my heart was ripped from my chest or what my latest suicidal
thought was? Nah, you wouldn't want to hear that. So, I didn't trouble you.
As I write this, I notice the date of the last entry I made before this one. The day before Jacob's death. My precious
baby boy. You are looking down on us from your little cloud in heaven. Please know, mommy and daddy still love
you. You are our firstborn, and always will be. We know you live on in our hearts.
I so wish Jacob were here to see his new brother or sister, when he or she arrives. When our new baby gets here, he or
she will know all about Jacob. They will learn to love him as we did.
Kurt is now in his Eighth week. He seems so vigorous, so full of life, and so happy. Any of the possible complications
McCoy had told us of have yet to surface. Thank God. Hopefully, these risks remain just a theory on Hank's part.
Kurt is enjoying his "pregnancy" to the fullest.
Kurt has his monthly checkup this afternoon. He and I can hardly wait. Hank says that Kurt should be far enough
along to listen to the baby's heartbeat. Today is going to be a milestone , not just for us, but for the medical community
as well.
Oh, Kurt, how I love you. You have done so much for me, and now this, this wonderful miracle you are going through.
Sure, all birth is miraculous, but even more so for us. This is a medical first. A man, my wonderful husband, carrying our
unborn child inside him. Words cannot express the love I have in my heart for you, my soulmate, and the precious life
that is growing inside you. I only hope that you can see that love in my actions and in my face every time that I speak
the words "I love you" to you. I don't think I could ever say it enough.
I plan to write here regularly now. There is so much going on in my life. So much that is magical and wonderous.
I want to keep a detailed account of this, right up to the baby's birth.
There is so much more I want to say, but I need to find my Kurt. I don't want him to be late for breakfast. After all,
he's eating for two now.
Thanks,
Kitty Wagner.
*************************
Kitty smiled to herself as she finished scratching the last words into the entry. She carefully closed the book and locked
it, placing it in the dresser drawer. She quickly got dressed and started down the hall, meeting Jean on her way to the
staircase.
"Good morning, Red!" Kitty chirped happily. "Tell me, have you seen that handsome husband of mine?"
"Actually, I was going to ask you the same thing. I want to talk to both of you." Jean smiled.
"Of course. What about?" Kitty asked.
"Well, I know that Kurt has his checkup this afternoon." Jean stated.
"Oh, yes. At four o'clock. Oh, Jean, I can't wait! We get to listen to the baby's heartbeat this afternoon!
I can't wait to listen to my little one's heart!! This is going to be so intense!! We'll be able to see if the
baby is doing well." Kitty babbled on proudly. The intense love she had for her husband and the unborn
child was overwhelming to Jean, being an alpha class telepath. Sensing such love made Jean want to cry.
It was the kind of love people searched all their lives for, but never found. Through this love, however,
Jean could sense another strong emotion.
Worry. Worry for her husband. Worry for the baby.
Jean had sensed this also from Kitty for the past couple of weeks. And from Kurt. Hopefully, what she had to offer would put both
their minds at ease.
Jean crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows, wearing a clever smile on her face. "What if I told you that you don't have to wait until
this afternoon. You could find out how the baby's doing right now." Jean said
Kitty looked at her confused. "How? Is there a way?" Kitty asked wide-eyed.
"Yes, actually. I talked to Kurt about it when we first learned of his,um, condition." Jean said. "I told him that,
once the child's mind matured, I could psionically detect it. I can read it's mind, and see firsthand if everything is
all right." Jean stated.
Kitty was intrigued. Her eyes lit up. "Oh, Jean! You mean, you can do that?"
"Certainly. That way, it would put yours and Kurt's mind at ease." She said
"Oh, Jean! Thank you so much!! Will you do it for us!!? Please?" Kitty pleaded.
"You bet, kiddo. I'd do anything for my brother and sister." Jean said, hugging Kitty.
"Great! Let's go find our daddy to be, then!" Kitty said exitedly and the both of them went off in search
of a certain pregnant blue elf.
On their way down to the living room, they ran into Hank McCoy, who was making his way drowsedly down
to the kitchen. Kitty stopped him. "Hank, have you seen Kurt?" She said, out of breath.
"Why, yes. He's in the courtyard, playing basketball. Why? Is something wrong?" Hank perked up, concerned.
"Oh, no, not at all! Jean's going to read our baby's mind!" Kitty giggled.
"Well, that is indeed a terrific idea. It would be very beneficial to have a telepath scan this child.. It would be
an instant alert to me if something were to go wrong. Fascinating." Hank started analysing in his mind, a smile
of scientific thirst crossing his face.
"I'll inform you of everything I find. That way, it will benefit you in giving Kurt his checkups." Jean smiled.
"Is that O.K. with you, Kitty?"
"Oh, by all means! I want Kurt to get all the prenatal care he can get!" It then slowly sunk in to Kitty's mind on
where Hank said Kurt was. "Playing basketball? Is he crazy?! That can't be good for him in his condition!"
"On the contrary, Kitty." Hank interrrupted her. "Light activity such as a friendly game of basketball is very beneficial
for Kurt. It is low impact, and will help him keep his muscles toned. That's going to be very helpful as his pregnancy
advances. He's going to have a lot of weight to carry around. You should know that."
Kitty's mind flashed back. Yes, Kurt would definitly have some difficulty getting around as time goes along.
He may have gotten out of things like morning sickness and mood swings because he's a guy, but the other
discomforts were going to be there. Kitty remembered all to well the backaches and clumsiness that came
with pregnancy.
"True, just as long as he doesn't overexert himself." Kitty smiled.
***********************************
"Hey! Dat no fair!" Remy shouted at Scott as he sent an eyebeam at Remy's goal-making shot, flattening the
ball as flat as a pancake. "Remy don't shoot cards at your slam dunks. Why you do dat?" Remy said in a half
joking, half angry tone.
"Hey, if you got it, flaunt it." Scott said, and began comically strutting like a model. "Besides, when Kurt teleports
in front of the net, you never yell at him. Why can he cheat and not me?"
"Don't be shiftin' off on de elf. Besides, Kurt not bamf this whole game. " Remy said, looking at the net, mourning over
the shot that never made it.
"There will be no bamfing for a while, my fine cajun friend." Kurt said, who just got over laughing at Scott and Remy,
"Hank strictly forbade me from it. Too much stress on my system." Kurt abstractly layed a hand on his abdomen.
"The look on your face was priceless, mein friend." Kurt looked over at Remy, who was still sullen. Kurt bursted out
laughing.
"Dat's it! Ya'll wanna make fun of Remy? Fine! I meet you two at de breakfast table." Remy kicked the gravels at his feet.
He looked back toward Kurt. "I gotta admit, elf, ya sure give us a run for de money. I tell ya, dis pregnancy of yours
not affect yer game one bit." Remy turned away, and began to make his way back toward the mansion, leaving Kurt and
Scott standing alone in the courtyard.
Scott looked at Kurt, and smiled. "You know, you look better now than you have in a long while. This pregnancy does
seem to be good for you." Scott told him, walking over to the net to retrieve the deflated basketball he lasered.
"Ja, that it is." Kurt grinned widely. "You know, Hank is going to listen to the baby's heartbeat today." Kurt drifted of
in a sort of dream like state as he looked down at his stomach and placed both hands on it, rubbing it and smiling. He had
such pride and happiness in his voice. "Yes, this child is truly a gift from heaven. And I love this little angel. With every
fiber of my being. And did I mention how God truly blessed me when he gave me Kitty, as well?" Kurt looked back toward
Scott, hands still protectively over his abdomen. "We are going to be so happy."
"And it is about time, friend." Scott patted Kurt on the back. " This baby is going to be extremely lucky to
have such loving parents. Not to mention, a whole house of people who are already in love with it as you and
Kitty are." Scott gave Kurt a warm grin.
"Except Logan." Kurt said sadly. Scott shook his head. Ever since the news came out of Kurt's condition, Logan had
been fumingly angry at the young man. For weeks afterward, Logan never missed a chance to make a sarcastic remark
to Kurt, ranting or raving. Kurt had vowed to himself to never return the remarks. It caused him nothing but unneeded
stress in the longrun, and he knew that was not good for the child he was carrying.
There was still no denying how Logan's attitude toward Kurt was making him heartsick. They were the closest of friends.
They had been through so much together. Now, for the past two weeks, instead of shooting his mouth of at Kurt,
Logan had resorted to the silent treatment. When Kurt would enter a room, Logan would quickly make an exit.
If he couldn't do that, he would simply become quiet, and not even talk to Kurt, even ignoring him when he
spoke, practically denying his existance. On Kurt's part, he preferred the cheap shots Logan made to this.
At least Logan was speaking to him and acknowledging him when he was arguing with him.
Kurt sighed heavily. "Oh well, I just have to keep hoping that Logan will finally learn to accept this. "
He smiled at Scott weakly.
"Don't worry yourself. Logan will finally come around. He's going to have to. He can deny all he wants, but that
will not make things the way he thinks they should be." Scott said as he and Kurt walked back to the mansion.
"C'mon. I'm sure breakfast is ready, and I would say that you and the little one there are starved." Scott poked
Kurt lightly in the stomach.
Kurt smiled and rubbed the spot Scott had just poked.
"We're famished." Kurt chuckled.
