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Chapter 11 of Junior X
Blessed
written with the assistance and inspiration of Mistogirl/Thundercat. YOU GO GIRL!!!
Bright Indian Summer sunlight shown through the window in Kurt Wagner's bedroom, hitting him dead in the
face and stirring him rudely awake. He groggely looked beside him at Kitty's side of the bed. It was empty.
"I wonder where my lovely wife is right now." he murmured to himself. He looked over at at the digital clock on
his nightstand. "Ten thirty!! Mein Gott!! Did I go into a coma?" Kurt hopped himself out of bed, running his hands
through his hair on his way to the closet. He pulled out a pair of jeans. Shoving his feet into the legs, he proceeded to
pull them up. They fit perfectly.
Until he tried to button them around his waist, at least.
He sighed. "Looks like I outgrew my old jeans. I have to remember, these are the jeans I wore before...." he chuckled.
"Before I started to show." He smiled, slipping the jeans off. As he tossed them onto the bed, Kitty walked into the
bedroom, a smile on her face. She was dressed in a tight pink babydoll t-shirt and flare jeans. Kurt eyed her like a dog
would a steak. "You look gorgeous, as always." Kurt said, thoughts of what he would love to do with his wife dancing
behind his golden eyes.
"I could say the same for you, handsome." She walked over, snuggling her head to him and kissing him on his cheek.
She looked down at his bare legs and boxers, giggling. "So, are you coming to breakfast like this?" she asked him, laughing.
Kurt was trying to hold back his own laughter. In some ways, it was funny. But not entirely. "Well, you see, Katzchen,
my jeans don't fit me anymore." He pointed to his stomach. "Our children are in the way." He smiled with satisfaction.
He loved the babies so much, and anyone could clearly see it every time he mentioned them.
"I can certainly see that." Kitty said, gingerly rubbing his stomach in a circular motion. "Hold on just a minute."
Kitty walked over to the bed, and pulled out a shopping bag, full of new t-shirts, sweaters, jeans and the like. "I went shopping
last week for you, sweetheart. I knew you would need these." She hugged him up again. "After all, you're a growing boy."
"Ja, and will be growing bigger in the months to come. Leibling, how much did all of this cost?" Kurt said, examining one of
the many shirts sprawled on the bed.
"I could never spend enough on you, Kurt." She looked down at a black pair of jeans and a button-up, longsleeve cotton
shirt. "Here, wear these. I'd like to see you in them." She handed them to her husband, a loving look on her face.
Kurt slid on the jeans. "A little big." Kurt thought to himself. "Which is o.k. I'll definitly be growing into them later."
He buttoned up the white shirt and stood back, allowing Kitty to look him up and down.
"You like?" Kurt asked his wife.
"I love." Kitty said, kissing him once again on the cheek. "How did you rest last night?" She asked, concerned. "Well, I hope."
"Too well. I slept too late! Why did you let me do that?" Kurt asked.
"Because, I want you to take care of yourself. Especially now. Which reminds me, your breakfast is downstairs and I want you
to eat every last crumb. Understand?" Kitty hugged Kurt once again as tight as she could.
"I don't think that will be a problem." Kurt chuckled. "I'm starving."
"I'll meet you in the kitchen, then? I need to check on the bacon." Kitty said walking back out of the room.
Kurt stopped for a moment. He made his way to the full-length mirror in his room. He gently lifted his shirt, and stood
looking at his stomach. He was not showing very well yet, but he was definitly starting to peak out. His once washboard
abdomen was now slightly pushed outward. It was completely hidden by the baggy clothes Kitty had just bought him, but
they both knew it was there. He smiled. His pregnancy, as well as these tiny little lives were becoming more and more
real to him with each passing month.
Kurt walked toward the door, but not without noticing the calendar hanging on the wall next to the door frame.
"Today is October 21st." Kurt thought to himself. His due date was toward the end of March, and he still had
quite a while to go. He noticed that Kitty had started xing out the days, a countdown to the triplet's birth. He
smiled yet again as he made his way to the kitchen.
*****************
The typical morning smells of breakfast greeted Kurt as he walked through the kitchen door. He walked over to his
wife, who was placing the bacon on a paper towel to drain. He kissed her on the cheek, and she smiled.
"Good morning, Kurt." The Professor said as he took a sip of coffee. "And how are you feeling this morning?"
"Wonderful, as always." Kurt said happily. He looked around. Save for Kitty, himself, the Professor, and Remy,
the kitchen was empty. "Because you got up late, silly." He told himself. "Where are the others?" Kurt asked.
"They are decorating the front lawn. Halloween is next week, after all. Scott found some corn fodders today. "
The Professor glanced in Kitty's direction. " I assume you and Betsy are on jack-o-latern duty?" The Professor
asked.
Kitty frowned. "Yes, that we are. Goodbye, fingers!" Kitty giggled as she spoke to her hands. She placed Kurt's
breakfast in front of him. "And if you're still hungry,baby," Kitty said as she kissed him on the forehead. "There's
plenty more where that came from."
"Good! Remy starved!" the cajun shouted, his red-on-black eyes wide. When it came to food, Remy was always ready
for action. He generously piled bacon onto his plate. "Where be de salt?" he asked.
"Salt? On bacon? You're crazy!" Kitty rolled her eyes. It seemed that Remy always had to have either salt or hot sauce
with his meals, no matter what they were having.
Despite Remy's hardy cajun appetite, he was no match for Kurt nowadays. As Kitty sat down to her own breakfast, she
watched her husband ravenously inhale two eggs, three slices of bacon, two slices of toast, two large bowls of
oatmeal, and a tall glass of juice. Kitty smiled. She remembered fondly hwo hungry she stayed when she was pregnant.
Besides, it took a load off her mind to know that Kurt had a healthy appetite.
Remy's eyes widened as Kurt then proceeded to pile more bacon and eggs on his plate. "Mon deui!!" Remy exclaimed.
"An everybody say Remy a pig!! What about you, Non?" Remy asked good naturedly.
The Professor looked up from his newspaper and smiled. "Kurt has every reason to eat the way he does. He is eating for
four now." The Professor's warm smile made its way to Kurt, who was slightly blushing from embarrasment. He knew he
ate like a horse now. But he couldn't help it. He stayed hungry. No matter how much he ate, he couldn't seem to keep his
stomach full. Yes, there was a good reason for his appetite being the way it was, but it was no less embarrasing for him
when somebody mentioned it.
Kitty could see her husband's face turn a deep purple from what Remy said. She knew that the cajun was joking, but to
her, this was nothing to make fun of. Kurt was the most wonderful husband in the world, to volunteer to carry their children.
She was not going to stand for anyone making him feel uncomfortable about it , in fun or not. "Well, Remy." Kitty said
somewhat sarcastically as she sat her fork down on her plate. "When you get pregnant with triplets, you can eat all you
want and we won't say a word!" she grinned.
"Oh, no, no way dis boy goin' through dat on purpose!! Besides, Remy just kiddin! Kurt really brave for doin' dis!! Hell,
I know I wouldn't" Remy said as he continued his breakfast.
Kitty grimmaced a little, then turned her attention back toward Kurt, who was busying himself in proceeding to wolf
down four more eggs, four more pieces of toast, six pieces of bacon, another bowl of oatmeal, and two glasses of milk.
She smiled lovingly at him.
"There are some chocolate donuts in the cabinet, if you'd like, Kurt." The Professor offered.
Kurt grinned sheepishly. "Danke, Professor. I am fine for now. I'm sure I will attack them later, Ja?"
"Chocolate, you say?" Remy asked as he made his way to the cabinet.
Kitty placed one arm around Kurt's neck and patted his belly with the other as she looked tenderly in his eyes.
"Are you sure our little ones don't want any?" she asked.
Kurt chuckled. His soul felt so at ease, so truly happy now. "Nien, I am sure. Trust me, I will be back in here later."
He kissed Kitty on the cheek.
"Remy gotta go! If I don't help Rogue out wit de scarcrows, she have my handsome head, Non?" He said as he made
his way out the kitchen door.
"I should be leaving as well. I would like to see how well the front lawn looks." The Professor said as he shot the
young couple a warm look and hovered out the kitchen behind Remy.
They were finally alone. Kitty sat in Kurt's lap and snuggled to him. " Oh, by the way, I'm going shopping with
Jean today. Do you need anything while I'm out?" She asked.
"Anything?" Kurt said
"Just name it, handsome, and it's yours." Kitty said.
"Will you pick up some fudge ripple ice cream?" He grinned, " I just want some so bad for some reason."
Kitty kissed him deeply in the lips. "It's called a craving, tiger. Very commom for someone in your condition."
She looked into his golden eyes lovingly and began to run her hands through his thick, long hair. Her gaze
turned down to his belly. She smiled and began rubbing it affectionatly as she spoke to it. "And don't you
worry, little ones. If my babies want ice cream, their wish is my command." She said this in a cutsy baby
voice, making Kurt laugh.
Just then, Jean poked her head in the kitchen door. "Kitty? I hate to interrupt you lovebirds, but are you ready to go?'
she asked.
"Sure! I'll be there in a second." Kitty told the redhead as she nodded and walked out the door.
"I better go." Kitty told Kurt, a part of her wanting to stay here with her husband.
"What on earth will I do with my time if you're not here?" he asked, resting his head on her chest.
"Well, I'm sure a suave, sophisticated man like yourself can find a dozen things. But they better be relaxing,
soothing things that aren't going to tire you out." Kitty said sternly, shaking a finger in his face.
Kurt smiled and kissed the same finger she was shaking at him. "Don't worry. I have no intention of that."
***************
As Jean and Kitty made their way down the steps of the Xavier Institute, the two women ran into Logan,
returning from an early morning ride on his harley, so typical of Saturday mornings for him.
"Mornin' Red, Kitty." Logan gruffly said as he walked to the front door.
Kitty took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly. She promised herself last night that she would have this
talk with Logan. "Enough is enough. If he refuses to talk, I at least tried. I have to try. For Kurt's
sake. For the babies' sake, and for mine." She turned to Logan, hoping not to loose her nerve.
"Logan." she called to him calmly, "We need to talk." Her attention turned to Jean. "Jean, could you please
wait in the car? This is sort of private."
Jean nodded in agreement. She knew good and well what the impending conversation was about. She turned and
walked to the car, leaving Kitty and Logan alone to converse.
Logan turned to face the young woman. A young woman whom he loved as a daughter. The same girl who was married
to the young demonic-looking german whom he loved as a son. The same damned german who stupidly has risked his
life for this insane attempt at a family. Logan closed his eyes with that thought, and sighed. "Kitty, I know
what yer gonna say, and I don't wanna hear a million excused fer yer idiotic dumbass of a husband who seems to
be on some sorta suicide kick." And with that, he turned back to the door.
But before he could walk through it, Kitty's voice cut through the air once more, grabbing his attention. "So you're
cutting me off? Just like that. You've ranted, raved and cussed like a sailor for the past three months about this whole
thing, but you don't want to hear anyone else's side?" Kitty was furious.
Logan slowly turned back to meet her gaze. "Punkin, I..."
"Don't punkin me!!! You've treated my husband like shit for the past couple of months!! After all the times he stood by
you, took up for you when everyone else had given up. But you forgot all about that, didn't you?! Just because your
feeble dinosaur-like mind can't open up and accept a little thing like Kurt being pregnant?!" Kitty was angry, tears of
rage filling her dark brown eyes. "FINE THEN!! You say you care about us? You don't give a damn at all!! Kurt needs our
support now more than ever, and you were the one person he thought he would surely get it from. So what do you do? YOU
TURN YOUR HAIRY BACK ON HIM!! WELL, FUCK YOU, LOGAN!!!" Kitty shrieked and stomped off to Jean's car, tears streaking
her makeup.
Those words felt like a white-hot poker had been shoved in Logan's chest. He stood, watching Kitty, his little girl, hurt
so bad, and he was the main cause of it. He bit his lower lip. "Damn, Logan." he told himself. "Why can't ya tell them
what's really botherin' ya about this whole thing? These are yer loved ones, not enemies or total strangers!! But you've
treated them like that, ain't cha? I called Kurt a dumbass." Logan looked down at the welcome mat he was standing on.
"But yer the real dumbass. Why can't ya just tell 'em how ya feel? What they mean to ya, instead of tryin' ta shut
out yer feelin's fer em by blowin' up in their faces like ya have been?" He slammed his fists into the door frame. He
winced slightly.
Through the haze of the fading pain in his knuckles, however, he made an important decision.
"I need to talk to the elf." He whispered under his breath. "I can catch Kitty later, but Kurt is the one
I've really hurt. Kitty's upset because of that. I love em both too much ta let this go on!" He shook his
head. "Ye're a piece o' work, bub." He told himself as he decided to work off some tension in the danger room.
***********
Just two hours after breakfast found one blue elf snatching the donuts the Professor had told him about earlier from the cabinet.
He shoved one in his mouth, savoring every chocolate-frosted bite. "Kitty told me that I would find something to do with my time.
Eating has certainly become one of my favorite hobbies of late." Kurt thought to himself as he took another donut out of the package
and began to cram it eagerly into his mouth. He looked back down into the box for another. "Empty. Remy must have taken the majority
of these." Kurt said with a grin as he proceeded to prowl in the drawer below him. He found a bag of Doritos chips, which he began
immediatly devouring.
Kurt almost choked on them as Logan walked into the kitchen by surprise. He walked straight to the refrigerator, paying Kurt no mind.
Even if the sad look in his yellow eyes caused Logan to wince. He would talk to him later, sure. But not now. Now wasn't the right time.
He pulled a beer out and sat at the kitchen table, still ignoring the young man.
Kurt gazed down at the floor, not sure whether to approach Logan or not. "What the hell?" he told himself. "If Logan refuses to
make a move of friendship, then it is left to me to do it." Kurt sat down next to Logan, not daring to look him directly in the eye,
not yet anyway.
"Logan." Kurt finally managed to say. "There's a basketball game tonight on channel 10. The Phoenix Suns vs. the Boston Celtics.
You want to watch it with me? Just like we used to?" Kurt asked, fearful of the answer.
Kurt merely recieved a quick look from Logan, who stared away from him once more, taking a long drink from his beer.
Kurt took a deep breath. "It starts at 8:00p.m. What do you say?"
Logan totally ignored him this time.
Kurt became frustrated. "Fine." He said coldly and got up to put the chips back in the drawer.
Logan's attention was suddenly captured by Kurt as he doubled over in pain.
"OOWWW!! GOTT IN HIEMMEL!!!" Kurt squalled.
Logan's stomach dropped to the floor. "Oh, God,NO!! KURT!!" Logan shouted as he rushed to Kurt's
side.
"KURT!!! WHAT'S WRONG? WHERE YA HURTIN'? HOW BAD IS IT? I GOTTA GET HANK!!!!!" Logan was practically
in a panic.
"Verdamnt drawer!!" Kurt cursed. He held out his thumb, which had accidentaly gotten slammed on the
drawer as he closed it. He placed it in his mouth and began sucking it in pain.
Logan's look of intense worry melted into relief, then anger. "GOD DAMMIT, ELF! YA SCARED THE HELL
OUTTA ME!! I THOUGHT SOMETHING....." Logan stopped dead. He stormed out of the kitchen, murmuring under his
breath, and leaving Kurt to himself.
Kurt watched as the door swung shut behind Logan, and smiled widely. "So, Logan is not as angry as I once
thought, Ja?" He told himself. There was hope after all.
*****************
Two O'clock p.m. found Kurt Wagner in the solitude that was his and his wife's bedroom. It had been a long
morning, and he decided to a little quiet time to himself with a good book. "Don Quioxite." Kurt smiled.
No matter how many times he read this book, it never seemed to loose its luster to him.
He retreated to the recliner in the corner and felt every muscle in his body loosen and relax. He reclined
back as far as the chair would go. His tail layed atop the armrest. He held the book open from the bottom with
one hand, his other hand resting lightly atop the slight bulge of his pregnant belly.
It was quiet, too quiet.
"I'll click on the radio." He thought to himself as he reaced over to the shelf beside him where it sat.
It was common for Kurt to read and listen to music at the same time. He found both to be mutually soothing.
As he adjusted the volume, he heard the most horrible noise on earth. A Kenny G song. "Ugh." Kurt said in
disgust as he tried in vain to obtain a classic rock station. "Oh, well, I guess this will have to do."
He sighed as he continued with his book.
The Kenny G catastrophe finally faded in the background, and not soon enough for Kurt. His musical taste leaned more
to the Beatles, The Rolling Stones, Pink Floyd, and mostly 70's hard-type rock. Kitty had even commented on his
tastes in sound. "For someone so romantic and compassionate." She had said," It's hard to believe you
are the type who listens to ground pounding rock-n-roll." Kurt had merely replyed that it was the german blood
in him that caused him to like such loud music, and Kitty had died in hysterical laughter at his lame excuse.
She herself liked this sort of music, but no matter how much he listened to it, he could not develope a taste
for any of it.
Kurt had just started on Chapter four when his attention was suddenly captured by a song he had heard Kitty
play many times before. A song he always dismissed and payed no mind to. Elton John, was it? It was
For some reason, he sat and heard the song for its meaning for the first time.
It flowed softly to him, as if his very thoughts were set to music.
Hey you, you're a child in my head
You haven't walked yet
you're first words have yet to be said
but I swear, you'll be blessed.
The promise Kurt often spoke to his unborn children. Here it was, in this song.
I know you're still just a dream
your eyes might be green
or the bluest that I've ever seen
anyway you'll be blessed
His children, they would be beautiful. To him, they could be nothing less than
that. They were his angels. He knew nothing of what they looked like, didn't even
know if they were boys or girls yet. But they were his pride and joy. Kurt
smiled, drifting off in a dream state as he listened to the rest of the song.
And you, you'll be blessed
You'll have the best, I promise you that
I'll pick a star from the sky
pull your name from a hat
I promise you that
I promise you that
You'll be blessed.
The promise again. He would go through hell's fires, try the impossible for these
children.
I need you, before I'm too old
to have and to hold
to walk with you and watch you grow
and know that you'll be blessed
and you, you'll be blessed.
This verse, it spoke his fears. The ones he and Kitty had before going through
this procedure. That they may not have any children. They defyed the odds. And
now, now three healthy babies were on their way into their lives. To love,
to make them whole once again.
and you, you'll be blessed
you'll have the best
I promise you that
I'll pick a star from the sky
pull your name from a hat.
I promise you that,
I promise you that
you'll be blessed.
Kurt sat in awe. He closed the book and sat it down beside his chair, the radio
speaking softly over and over again as a reminder of his feelings.
and you, you'll be blessed
you'll have the best
I promise you that
I'll pick a star from the sky
pull your name from a hat
I promise you that
I promise you that
you'll be blessed.
He smiled, a small laugh of ironic joy escaping his blue lips. He looked down
at his stomach. He could never fully express the love he had in his heart for these
tiny lives inside him. With every passing month, that love became almost unbearable
for him. He rubbed his stomach with both hands, sheer ecstasy in his golden eyes.
I promise you that
you'll be blessed
promise you that
you'll be blessed
promise you that
you'll be blessed.
Kurt leaned back, his hands still on his stomach, giving it all of his loving attention.
"Yes, little ones, you will be blessed, in every way I possibly can make possible.
You are definitly mine and your mother's little miracles. I promise, always."
Kurt told the unborn children, a tear of happiness slipping out from one eye.
He did that a lot nowadays.
And with that, Kurt fell asleep in the chair, his hands still tenderly rubbing his
stomach and the precious miracles it held.
Chapter 11 of Junior X
Blessed
written with the assistance and inspiration of Mistogirl/Thundercat. YOU GO GIRL!!!
Bright Indian Summer sunlight shown through the window in Kurt Wagner's bedroom, hitting him dead in the
face and stirring him rudely awake. He groggely looked beside him at Kitty's side of the bed. It was empty.
"I wonder where my lovely wife is right now." he murmured to himself. He looked over at at the digital clock on
his nightstand. "Ten thirty!! Mein Gott!! Did I go into a coma?" Kurt hopped himself out of bed, running his hands
through his hair on his way to the closet. He pulled out a pair of jeans. Shoving his feet into the legs, he proceeded to
pull them up. They fit perfectly.
Until he tried to button them around his waist, at least.
He sighed. "Looks like I outgrew my old jeans. I have to remember, these are the jeans I wore before...." he chuckled.
"Before I started to show." He smiled, slipping the jeans off. As he tossed them onto the bed, Kitty walked into the
bedroom, a smile on her face. She was dressed in a tight pink babydoll t-shirt and flare jeans. Kurt eyed her like a dog
would a steak. "You look gorgeous, as always." Kurt said, thoughts of what he would love to do with his wife dancing
behind his golden eyes.
"I could say the same for you, handsome." She walked over, snuggling her head to him and kissing him on his cheek.
She looked down at his bare legs and boxers, giggling. "So, are you coming to breakfast like this?" she asked him, laughing.
Kurt was trying to hold back his own laughter. In some ways, it was funny. But not entirely. "Well, you see, Katzchen,
my jeans don't fit me anymore." He pointed to his stomach. "Our children are in the way." He smiled with satisfaction.
He loved the babies so much, and anyone could clearly see it every time he mentioned them.
"I can certainly see that." Kitty said, gingerly rubbing his stomach in a circular motion. "Hold on just a minute."
Kitty walked over to the bed, and pulled out a shopping bag, full of new t-shirts, sweaters, jeans and the like. "I went shopping
last week for you, sweetheart. I knew you would need these." She hugged him up again. "After all, you're a growing boy."
"Ja, and will be growing bigger in the months to come. Leibling, how much did all of this cost?" Kurt said, examining one of
the many shirts sprawled on the bed.
"I could never spend enough on you, Kurt." She looked down at a black pair of jeans and a button-up, longsleeve cotton
shirt. "Here, wear these. I'd like to see you in them." She handed them to her husband, a loving look on her face.
Kurt slid on the jeans. "A little big." Kurt thought to himself. "Which is o.k. I'll definitly be growing into them later."
He buttoned up the white shirt and stood back, allowing Kitty to look him up and down.
"You like?" Kurt asked his wife.
"I love." Kitty said, kissing him once again on the cheek. "How did you rest last night?" She asked, concerned. "Well, I hope."
"Too well. I slept too late! Why did you let me do that?" Kurt asked.
"Because, I want you to take care of yourself. Especially now. Which reminds me, your breakfast is downstairs and I want you
to eat every last crumb. Understand?" Kitty hugged Kurt once again as tight as she could.
"I don't think that will be a problem." Kurt chuckled. "I'm starving."
"I'll meet you in the kitchen, then? I need to check on the bacon." Kitty said walking back out of the room.
Kurt stopped for a moment. He made his way to the full-length mirror in his room. He gently lifted his shirt, and stood
looking at his stomach. He was not showing very well yet, but he was definitly starting to peak out. His once washboard
abdomen was now slightly pushed outward. It was completely hidden by the baggy clothes Kitty had just bought him, but
they both knew it was there. He smiled. His pregnancy, as well as these tiny little lives were becoming more and more
real to him with each passing month.
Kurt walked toward the door, but not without noticing the calendar hanging on the wall next to the door frame.
"Today is October 21st." Kurt thought to himself. His due date was toward the end of March, and he still had
quite a while to go. He noticed that Kitty had started xing out the days, a countdown to the triplet's birth. He
smiled yet again as he made his way to the kitchen.
*****************
The typical morning smells of breakfast greeted Kurt as he walked through the kitchen door. He walked over to his
wife, who was placing the bacon on a paper towel to drain. He kissed her on the cheek, and she smiled.
"Good morning, Kurt." The Professor said as he took a sip of coffee. "And how are you feeling this morning?"
"Wonderful, as always." Kurt said happily. He looked around. Save for Kitty, himself, the Professor, and Remy,
the kitchen was empty. "Because you got up late, silly." He told himself. "Where are the others?" Kurt asked.
"They are decorating the front lawn. Halloween is next week, after all. Scott found some corn fodders today. "
The Professor glanced in Kitty's direction. " I assume you and Betsy are on jack-o-latern duty?" The Professor
asked.
Kitty frowned. "Yes, that we are. Goodbye, fingers!" Kitty giggled as she spoke to her hands. She placed Kurt's
breakfast in front of him. "And if you're still hungry,baby," Kitty said as she kissed him on the forehead. "There's
plenty more where that came from."
"Good! Remy starved!" the cajun shouted, his red-on-black eyes wide. When it came to food, Remy was always ready
for action. He generously piled bacon onto his plate. "Where be de salt?" he asked.
"Salt? On bacon? You're crazy!" Kitty rolled her eyes. It seemed that Remy always had to have either salt or hot sauce
with his meals, no matter what they were having.
Despite Remy's hardy cajun appetite, he was no match for Kurt nowadays. As Kitty sat down to her own breakfast, she
watched her husband ravenously inhale two eggs, three slices of bacon, two slices of toast, two large bowls of
oatmeal, and a tall glass of juice. Kitty smiled. She remembered fondly hwo hungry she stayed when she was pregnant.
Besides, it took a load off her mind to know that Kurt had a healthy appetite.
Remy's eyes widened as Kurt then proceeded to pile more bacon and eggs on his plate. "Mon deui!!" Remy exclaimed.
"An everybody say Remy a pig!! What about you, Non?" Remy asked good naturedly.
The Professor looked up from his newspaper and smiled. "Kurt has every reason to eat the way he does. He is eating for
four now." The Professor's warm smile made its way to Kurt, who was slightly blushing from embarrasment. He knew he
ate like a horse now. But he couldn't help it. He stayed hungry. No matter how much he ate, he couldn't seem to keep his
stomach full. Yes, there was a good reason for his appetite being the way it was, but it was no less embarrasing for him
when somebody mentioned it.
Kitty could see her husband's face turn a deep purple from what Remy said. She knew that the cajun was joking, but to
her, this was nothing to make fun of. Kurt was the most wonderful husband in the world, to volunteer to carry their children.
She was not going to stand for anyone making him feel uncomfortable about it , in fun or not. "Well, Remy." Kitty said
somewhat sarcastically as she sat her fork down on her plate. "When you get pregnant with triplets, you can eat all you
want and we won't say a word!" she grinned.
"Oh, no, no way dis boy goin' through dat on purpose!! Besides, Remy just kiddin! Kurt really brave for doin' dis!! Hell,
I know I wouldn't" Remy said as he continued his breakfast.
Kitty grimmaced a little, then turned her attention back toward Kurt, who was busying himself in proceeding to wolf
down four more eggs, four more pieces of toast, six pieces of bacon, another bowl of oatmeal, and two glasses of milk.
She smiled lovingly at him.
"There are some chocolate donuts in the cabinet, if you'd like, Kurt." The Professor offered.
Kurt grinned sheepishly. "Danke, Professor. I am fine for now. I'm sure I will attack them later, Ja?"
"Chocolate, you say?" Remy asked as he made his way to the cabinet.
Kitty placed one arm around Kurt's neck and patted his belly with the other as she looked tenderly in his eyes.
"Are you sure our little ones don't want any?" she asked.
Kurt chuckled. His soul felt so at ease, so truly happy now. "Nien, I am sure. Trust me, I will be back in here later."
He kissed Kitty on the cheek.
"Remy gotta go! If I don't help Rogue out wit de scarcrows, she have my handsome head, Non?" He said as he made
his way out the kitchen door.
"I should be leaving as well. I would like to see how well the front lawn looks." The Professor said as he shot the
young couple a warm look and hovered out the kitchen behind Remy.
They were finally alone. Kitty sat in Kurt's lap and snuggled to him. " Oh, by the way, I'm going shopping with
Jean today. Do you need anything while I'm out?" She asked.
"Anything?" Kurt said
"Just name it, handsome, and it's yours." Kitty said.
"Will you pick up some fudge ripple ice cream?" He grinned, " I just want some so bad for some reason."
Kitty kissed him deeply in the lips. "It's called a craving, tiger. Very commom for someone in your condition."
She looked into his golden eyes lovingly and began to run her hands through his thick, long hair. Her gaze
turned down to his belly. She smiled and began rubbing it affectionatly as she spoke to it. "And don't you
worry, little ones. If my babies want ice cream, their wish is my command." She said this in a cutsy baby
voice, making Kurt laugh.
Just then, Jean poked her head in the kitchen door. "Kitty? I hate to interrupt you lovebirds, but are you ready to go?'
she asked.
"Sure! I'll be there in a second." Kitty told the redhead as she nodded and walked out the door.
"I better go." Kitty told Kurt, a part of her wanting to stay here with her husband.
"What on earth will I do with my time if you're not here?" he asked, resting his head on her chest.
"Well, I'm sure a suave, sophisticated man like yourself can find a dozen things. But they better be relaxing,
soothing things that aren't going to tire you out." Kitty said sternly, shaking a finger in his face.
Kurt smiled and kissed the same finger she was shaking at him. "Don't worry. I have no intention of that."
***************
As Jean and Kitty made their way down the steps of the Xavier Institute, the two women ran into Logan,
returning from an early morning ride on his harley, so typical of Saturday mornings for him.
"Mornin' Red, Kitty." Logan gruffly said as he walked to the front door.
Kitty took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly. She promised herself last night that she would have this
talk with Logan. "Enough is enough. If he refuses to talk, I at least tried. I have to try. For Kurt's
sake. For the babies' sake, and for mine." She turned to Logan, hoping not to loose her nerve.
"Logan." she called to him calmly, "We need to talk." Her attention turned to Jean. "Jean, could you please
wait in the car? This is sort of private."
Jean nodded in agreement. She knew good and well what the impending conversation was about. She turned and
walked to the car, leaving Kitty and Logan alone to converse.
Logan turned to face the young woman. A young woman whom he loved as a daughter. The same girl who was married
to the young demonic-looking german whom he loved as a son. The same damned german who stupidly has risked his
life for this insane attempt at a family. Logan closed his eyes with that thought, and sighed. "Kitty, I know
what yer gonna say, and I don't wanna hear a million excused fer yer idiotic dumbass of a husband who seems to
be on some sorta suicide kick." And with that, he turned back to the door.
But before he could walk through it, Kitty's voice cut through the air once more, grabbing his attention. "So you're
cutting me off? Just like that. You've ranted, raved and cussed like a sailor for the past three months about this whole
thing, but you don't want to hear anyone else's side?" Kitty was furious.
Logan slowly turned back to meet her gaze. "Punkin, I..."
"Don't punkin me!!! You've treated my husband like shit for the past couple of months!! After all the times he stood by
you, took up for you when everyone else had given up. But you forgot all about that, didn't you?! Just because your
feeble dinosaur-like mind can't open up and accept a little thing like Kurt being pregnant?!" Kitty was angry, tears of
rage filling her dark brown eyes. "FINE THEN!! You say you care about us? You don't give a damn at all!! Kurt needs our
support now more than ever, and you were the one person he thought he would surely get it from. So what do you do? YOU
TURN YOUR HAIRY BACK ON HIM!! WELL, FUCK YOU, LOGAN!!!" Kitty shrieked and stomped off to Jean's car, tears streaking
her makeup.
Those words felt like a white-hot poker had been shoved in Logan's chest. He stood, watching Kitty, his little girl, hurt
so bad, and he was the main cause of it. He bit his lower lip. "Damn, Logan." he told himself. "Why can't ya tell them
what's really botherin' ya about this whole thing? These are yer loved ones, not enemies or total strangers!! But you've
treated them like that, ain't cha? I called Kurt a dumbass." Logan looked down at the welcome mat he was standing on.
"But yer the real dumbass. Why can't ya just tell 'em how ya feel? What they mean to ya, instead of tryin' ta shut
out yer feelin's fer em by blowin' up in their faces like ya have been?" He slammed his fists into the door frame. He
winced slightly.
Through the haze of the fading pain in his knuckles, however, he made an important decision.
"I need to talk to the elf." He whispered under his breath. "I can catch Kitty later, but Kurt is the one
I've really hurt. Kitty's upset because of that. I love em both too much ta let this go on!" He shook his
head. "Ye're a piece o' work, bub." He told himself as he decided to work off some tension in the danger room.
***********
Just two hours after breakfast found one blue elf snatching the donuts the Professor had told him about earlier from the cabinet.
He shoved one in his mouth, savoring every chocolate-frosted bite. "Kitty told me that I would find something to do with my time.
Eating has certainly become one of my favorite hobbies of late." Kurt thought to himself as he took another donut out of the package
and began to cram it eagerly into his mouth. He looked back down into the box for another. "Empty. Remy must have taken the majority
of these." Kurt said with a grin as he proceeded to prowl in the drawer below him. He found a bag of Doritos chips, which he began
immediatly devouring.
Kurt almost choked on them as Logan walked into the kitchen by surprise. He walked straight to the refrigerator, paying Kurt no mind.
Even if the sad look in his yellow eyes caused Logan to wince. He would talk to him later, sure. But not now. Now wasn't the right time.
He pulled a beer out and sat at the kitchen table, still ignoring the young man.
Kurt gazed down at the floor, not sure whether to approach Logan or not. "What the hell?" he told himself. "If Logan refuses to
make a move of friendship, then it is left to me to do it." Kurt sat down next to Logan, not daring to look him directly in the eye,
not yet anyway.
"Logan." Kurt finally managed to say. "There's a basketball game tonight on channel 10. The Phoenix Suns vs. the Boston Celtics.
You want to watch it with me? Just like we used to?" Kurt asked, fearful of the answer.
Kurt merely recieved a quick look from Logan, who stared away from him once more, taking a long drink from his beer.
Kurt took a deep breath. "It starts at 8:00p.m. What do you say?"
Logan totally ignored him this time.
Kurt became frustrated. "Fine." He said coldly and got up to put the chips back in the drawer.
Logan's attention was suddenly captured by Kurt as he doubled over in pain.
"OOWWW!! GOTT IN HIEMMEL!!!" Kurt squalled.
Logan's stomach dropped to the floor. "Oh, God,NO!! KURT!!" Logan shouted as he rushed to Kurt's
side.
"KURT!!! WHAT'S WRONG? WHERE YA HURTIN'? HOW BAD IS IT? I GOTTA GET HANK!!!!!" Logan was practically
in a panic.
"Verdamnt drawer!!" Kurt cursed. He held out his thumb, which had accidentaly gotten slammed on the
drawer as he closed it. He placed it in his mouth and began sucking it in pain.
Logan's look of intense worry melted into relief, then anger. "GOD DAMMIT, ELF! YA SCARED THE HELL
OUTTA ME!! I THOUGHT SOMETHING....." Logan stopped dead. He stormed out of the kitchen, murmuring under his
breath, and leaving Kurt to himself.
Kurt watched as the door swung shut behind Logan, and smiled widely. "So, Logan is not as angry as I once
thought, Ja?" He told himself. There was hope after all.
*****************
Two O'clock p.m. found Kurt Wagner in the solitude that was his and his wife's bedroom. It had been a long
morning, and he decided to a little quiet time to himself with a good book. "Don Quioxite." Kurt smiled.
No matter how many times he read this book, it never seemed to loose its luster to him.
He retreated to the recliner in the corner and felt every muscle in his body loosen and relax. He reclined
back as far as the chair would go. His tail layed atop the armrest. He held the book open from the bottom with
one hand, his other hand resting lightly atop the slight bulge of his pregnant belly.
It was quiet, too quiet.
"I'll click on the radio." He thought to himself as he reaced over to the shelf beside him where it sat.
It was common for Kurt to read and listen to music at the same time. He found both to be mutually soothing.
As he adjusted the volume, he heard the most horrible noise on earth. A Kenny G song. "Ugh." Kurt said in
disgust as he tried in vain to obtain a classic rock station. "Oh, well, I guess this will have to do."
He sighed as he continued with his book.
The Kenny G catastrophe finally faded in the background, and not soon enough for Kurt. His musical taste leaned more
to the Beatles, The Rolling Stones, Pink Floyd, and mostly 70's hard-type rock. Kitty had even commented on his
tastes in sound. "For someone so romantic and compassionate." She had said," It's hard to believe you
are the type who listens to ground pounding rock-n-roll." Kurt had merely replyed that it was the german blood
in him that caused him to like such loud music, and Kitty had died in hysterical laughter at his lame excuse.
She herself liked this sort of music, but no matter how much he listened to it, he could not develope a taste
for any of it.
Kurt had just started on Chapter four when his attention was suddenly captured by a song he had heard Kitty
play many times before. A song he always dismissed and payed no mind to. Elton John, was it? It was
For some reason, he sat and heard the song for its meaning for the first time.
It flowed softly to him, as if his very thoughts were set to music.
Hey you, you're a child in my head
You haven't walked yet
you're first words have yet to be said
but I swear, you'll be blessed.
The promise Kurt often spoke to his unborn children. Here it was, in this song.
I know you're still just a dream
your eyes might be green
or the bluest that I've ever seen
anyway you'll be blessed
His children, they would be beautiful. To him, they could be nothing less than
that. They were his angels. He knew nothing of what they looked like, didn't even
know if they were boys or girls yet. But they were his pride and joy. Kurt
smiled, drifting off in a dream state as he listened to the rest of the song.
And you, you'll be blessed
You'll have the best, I promise you that
I'll pick a star from the sky
pull your name from a hat
I promise you that
I promise you that
You'll be blessed.
The promise again. He would go through hell's fires, try the impossible for these
children.
I need you, before I'm too old
to have and to hold
to walk with you and watch you grow
and know that you'll be blessed
and you, you'll be blessed.
This verse, it spoke his fears. The ones he and Kitty had before going through
this procedure. That they may not have any children. They defyed the odds. And
now, now three healthy babies were on their way into their lives. To love,
to make them whole once again.
and you, you'll be blessed
you'll have the best
I promise you that
I'll pick a star from the sky
pull your name from a hat.
I promise you that,
I promise you that
you'll be blessed.
Kurt sat in awe. He closed the book and sat it down beside his chair, the radio
speaking softly over and over again as a reminder of his feelings.
and you, you'll be blessed
you'll have the best
I promise you that
I'll pick a star from the sky
pull your name from a hat
I promise you that
I promise you that
you'll be blessed.
He smiled, a small laugh of ironic joy escaping his blue lips. He looked down
at his stomach. He could never fully express the love he had in his heart for these
tiny lives inside him. With every passing month, that love became almost unbearable
for him. He rubbed his stomach with both hands, sheer ecstasy in his golden eyes.
I promise you that
you'll be blessed
promise you that
you'll be blessed
promise you that
you'll be blessed.
Kurt leaned back, his hands still on his stomach, giving it all of his loving attention.
"Yes, little ones, you will be blessed, in every way I possibly can make possible.
You are definitly mine and your mother's little miracles. I promise, always."
Kurt told the unborn children, a tear of happiness slipping out from one eye.
He did that a lot nowadays.
And with that, Kurt fell asleep in the chair, his hands still tenderly rubbing his
stomach and the precious miracles it held.
