Addition to Disclaimer: Main ones are Marvel characters, some will be mine,
too, so don't sue because *looking around her room* I am just a happy, but
poor comic book store worker. I don't have the money for those prosecuting
and if i do *smirk* you can't have it because i need it for more comics.
Small Addendum: Yes, the tenses and point of view are supposed to do some back and forth changing so it's not been over looked by everyone who's so far read as my Beta's.
Feedback: Very much welcome. This is another addition to my first piece "Big Little Surprises" and second piece "Scotch & Company: Could Anything Be Worse?" to the OTL so I'll welcome any kind of feedback good or bad. Flamers don't make me tie anyone down. I've over and done with that but I'm sure i can find something to stake you down with and some creatures to leave to play with you. I'd also like to inform you all I did name it finally.
~*~*~
The Greatest Miracle of All
Part III "What MAN has PULLED asunder."
~*~*~
(Prior to the ending of Part II)
She threw the keys on the counter, with a clatter of sharp noise. She had been forced to borrow Logan's jeep with her car still being fixed by he himself and Remy. It made a squealing noise after 10 minutes of driving and pulled to the right, so they'd insisted on fixing it rather than letting her take it to a mechanic.
Yesterday she would gave complained about wanting her car. Today she could have cared less if it was the Black Bird or a ride on a giant pink snail. Today the world could have fallen apart when she left the mansion and not even super powered Alpha Mutants could have dragged her back if they'd threatened to steal all the chocolate in the world, or deprive the world of sunshine.
Today the guy who walked out of her life and made her realize life could be deprived AGAIN would be stepping in; for a day in the least. Kitty slid onto the counter stool and nodded to Harry for the usual. She felt like she was setting up a chess game that meant her heart to be the reward. She'd lost before. Illyana, Doug, even Rachel was gone now, and Pete.
Pete. How do even compare your best friends, and the guy who showed you what real love was to anyone? None of them, none of the four of them even measured in comparison to the others.
Doug had been a close friend and kindred spirit in computers and being yourself. He'd even had a crush on her when she was with Piotr.
Illyana, Piotr's younger sister, still a sore thought. Illy, Yana, snowflake, her best of best friends. The person who had always known her the best in the whole world.
Rachel was a close friend. Not like the others, and not exactly a best friend. Close enough to close friends, but far enough that the burn of separation from her wasn't like the hole Illyana's had left, or like Pete's that was just a gaping space consumed by a past without future.
Pete. Handsome, messy, cynical, thoughtless; lover. A lover like you'd never had, he was nothing like Piotr. He showed the way that love was supposed to be. Careless, like sleeping entwined in each others arms till the rays of morning turned to the evening shadows. Easy and free, like it could be as simple as watching his face as he slept, because it made your heart light.
Harry set down a cup of coffee next to her book on the counter where she sat and she stared at it a second. Maybe coffee wasn't a good thing to be drinking in excess anymore, or maybe at all. Kitty gave him a light and tired smile.
"Thanks."
He nodded with the friendly smile and sparkle of kindness in his eyes he offered everyone and went back to the register to ring up a leaving luncheon couple. Harry was a nice guy. He was a terrific cook and for that she came back. He gotten used to the coming and going of the students at Xavier's "Special School" as everyone else around these parts called it, but he didn't discriminate, treating them like favored nieces and nephews. For that she held a reserve of love and respect for him, not the cook, or the proprietor of a business, but Harry Morrel the man, who saw them as they were.
People in general growing up in a world of hate and little hope or patience, and discrimination with few sanctuaries.
Kitty left the book and coffee untouched, knowing she was early by atleast an hour, but getting herself to come was hard enough. As for how she felt, this had been the second morning of morning sickness. She set her face in hands, while her elbows rested on the bar top. Pregnant.
I'm pregnant, and I feel alone.
No one knew, and she felt like she was about to bare her soul without any trust in what could or would happen. Sure, she had a faith in Pete and what he would do, or she thought she did, but she seemed to be questioning everything suddenly. A child; was she ready to take on the care of a child? She was so brave and so terrified all at once and it felt like a war was waging inside her.
Kitty wasn't sure who was winning. She wasn't even sure she got a choice in the matter.
She brought her hands down from her face suddenly, sending her drink to tip. Reacting lightening quick without a moment's hesitation. She phased her hand right through it when it bumped the cup, and caught it seconds later. Her natural warnings of using her powers in public suddenly shot into effect. Her hand setting the coffee back straight now that it was solid she looked around, darting curious, momentary nervous glances.
No one seemed to have noticed behind her. She looked around forward to see Harry watching her silently. Had he seen her? For a second she didn't move. Why had she done that? A simple coffee spill wouldn't have been terrible, and he and Molly had probably dealt with zillions of them working here. She was pleasantly surprised to see him still drying the platter in his hands, a calm, still free expression on his face.
Harry smiled and the edges of his black mustache twitched up with the movement of his cheeks. An infectious smile coming from the man, she couldn't help but smile shyly at the man along with him. She was positive within a 5% doubt, that he had seen what she did, and he wasn't shocked or surprised. He nodded and walked away to the back again, as he took an order sheet back with him.
Kitty looked at her watch. A short while now, and he'd be here. She slipped off the stool picking up the coffee cup and the book and looking for a nice table. The back booth seemed solitary enough, and quiet enough. She walked towards it thinking she must have been insane. She glided herself easily into the seat and situated herself leaving the coffee on the table still warm, but untouched, as she opened her book.
~*~*~
(Back to Our Regularly Scheduled Program)
She sat staring at the page with an oblivion of moments, not even seeing the type on the white page anymore. In fact she hardly saw the white page in front of her eyes anymore. What kind of world was this to bring a child into? One where a slip of power and it was enough to cause for paranoia? Where were the normal Sunday dinners, holding hands, supposed books with straps, and horseback riding lessons?
Where was perfection in this world?
Didn't children DESERVE perfection?
"Pryde."
The stiff word startled her out of her dour thought line, but not as much as looking up had. Because once she looked up, she'd seen what she'd run from seeing for weeks in a row now. She saw a gaunt face, clear blue eyes, with pensive expression, dark mussed hair and careless stubble and clothing.
The six o'clock shadow in his presence, and the look in his eyes made her knees jelly. She was glad she was sitting, because standing no longer became possible. 'Stop, please, I'm over you. I am,' her hearted hammered from her chest. Her eyes pleaded silently, and she swallowed taking a quiet deep breath between barely parted light lips.
I'm over you. I am. I am!!!
Am I?
"Pete," Kitty attempted softly in return and was surprised with how her voice shook leaving her mouth. She steadied her voice before it ended his name. It was terrible the way he could look for a the same way he might have months ago when he came to talk to her when she was working at her work station or watching TV. Smelling like cigarette's and looking like he'd just blown where ever the wind had come through howling.
She closed her book setting it on the table a moment later, and nodded to the side, toward the other seat trying to grab the strength his presence was causing her to loose. She needed to be strong now, because he was here now. She *had* to tell him. Concentrate. Don't think about it. Just say it. One. Two. Three.
"So, How've you been?"
She wanted to smack herself and leaned back in her booth's side quietly. She couldn't say she'd asked him to fly all those miles, hours just to have a conversation about how he was doing after all these months. He deserved to know. He'd been part of the cause of this condition.
Condition?
It wasn't a condition-
"Dandy," Pete said pulling out a lighter so he could start the cigarette he'd been holding since before he sat down. This had been a long day, it sounded and looked like it was going to get longer. He felt like the rest of the world was melting away. How do you become part of the world when the moment you get the smallest bearings a look deprives you of everything till the moment you walked away those months ago?
It was the consequences of a night of perfection, like so many others.
"Does this pla-" he started, but didn't even finish when he struck the lighter, and was stopped by a surprise of another kind. Kitty reached out suddenly and took his cigarette straight from between his lips without any reserve.
It was a child.
She tapped the cigarette on the table before she look up suddenly, a gaping abyss inside her filling with her doubts, fears and courage. Her eyes fastened on his, as he still looked put off as the flame from the liter disappeared, his hand still holding it in mid air.
It was their child.
"Pete, I'm pregnant."
His hand with the liter went slowly to the table. It was like a video changed to slow motion. Had she just said what he thought he'd heard? Had he imagined the sentence that just left her mouth, like a dream or hallucination? He blinked, but she was still there staring at him with large solemn eyes like she was expecting something, anything.
"What can I get for you two?"
A voice broke their still moment, and they both glanced up at the cheery face of Molly, the ever-present waitress who worked at Harry's Hideaway. She had her short shoulder length blond hair pulled apart in two small pigtails making her look younger than her early thirties, late twenties. She wore the normal turquoise waiting dress, and white smock with sewn little flowers edging the pockets which were used to carry the orders, change, tips, and pens.
Like delayed reaction he glanced back over at Kitty who seemed to be a tiny bit unpleased to be interrupted, but understanding. She was carrying? She'd just said something he wouldn't have imagined in a million years when he'd been on the plane being bother by the hippie chic, and now she had to wait even longer.
Pete glanced at the folded menu at the end of the table but didn't touch it. He felt like his head was swimming. He wanted a drink. A double, on the rocks, add anything in as long as it's strong. Incredibly strong. Asking for one would be stupid thought, especially under these circumstance, and could insult or hurt Kitty. Fag. She'd probably have the write idea if he did order one for all this.
His first reaction had been shock, surprisal. This was now every piece of what had reacted to seeing her falling to his toes. An ominous black cloud seemed to be hovering over his head. She had been the only girl he'd been able to envision himself marrying, having children with. Bloody hell. He'd lost his chance now. He sat back in his seat, shaking his head barely as he slipped the lighter in the pocket of the trench coat.
"Noth'n f'r me."
Kitty looked from Molly to Pete when he answered her, trying to figure out if the shock that shown on his face was now manifesting into annoyance by his expression. There were times when she'd never known what could be running through his head. This was a terrible time to be having another one. Her heart felt like it was being choked. She'd rather have him rejoice about it. Maybe she was right when she wanted to be wrong. Maybe he had moved on and had someone else.
She wasn't sure where she found the voice, but she managed out seemingly not shaking, "One small basket of fries."
Molly watched them both curiously while waiting, till they both responded. Someone would have to be dense not to feel the tension between these two. You probably couldn't even cut it with a knife. Her guess, either it was a break up or some big problem like a lie or an affair. But hey, It wasn't nice to get too involved with the customers that looked like they wanted, or seriously needed, space.
"One basket of fries coming right up," she said and turned and walked away towards the open window where Harry would put the food for her to deliver out, and she would put the orders on the turn style rack.
Both of them leaning back in the booths experienced a long period of silence, before they were looking at each other again. It seemed to be an open and closed thing, locked in a moment that was held in a an iron clad grip. The sentence couldn't be taken back and it divided them as it sat between them in the middle of the table repeating over and over in each of their ears.
Kitty wasn't showing yet from what he could tell, and definitely wasn't like other girls he'd known. It wouldn't have just happened some night because of god knows what, so it must have still been within the first few months. She was dedicated, and she put her heart and soul into their relationship before they'd even approaching making love. So whose was it?
"I'm not-" Kitty started up, but the look he gave her made her go silent. His hands curled around the edge of the table to fingers drummed off and on silently. What she wouldn't have given just to see him smile, to see him look cynical and say something. She wanted him to stop looking like he wasn't even effected. This quite, distant expression exactly like the ones from when she first met him.
"F'r How long? Who else knows?"
She barely managed not to frown, even thought inside she starting to want to cry. His voice sounded distant, but the objection of the question made her feel like she was in the beginning stages of being put on trial. She sucked it up thought for the second. She had asked him to fly a few zillion miles to meet her here without anymore explanation than a three minute 36 second phone call.
"I've known since yesterday morning, just before I called you, and no one knows yet. No one except me, and you."
Kitty didn't feel the need to mention that she was partially doubtful Hank or Logan might or might not know she was pregnant. She WANTED him to be the first she spoke to about it.
His head was still spinning. She'd had a relationship with Piotr in her child hood, who she said had been like the first love syndrome. Everyone always said love never died especially your first love. That was the one you would have forever. Had they gotten back together? Was it is the Russians?
"Th't 's nice an' all, but why'd ya br'ng me all this way? Unless," his words hinged on the 'unless' as if he'd realized some enlightenment of higher power. Why hadn't he thought of that before? No, it was too much time. Much, too much time. It couldn't be. Could it? Why else would she bring him this far out of the loop and not talk to him on the phone. It all made a completely no-sense-perfect sense. Pete focused his eyes on her again squarely, his words were a breath the silence of an 'almost' complain.
"Kitty, who's the father?"
"Pete," she said softly, like she might be addressing a tape recorded letter, except for the fact it sounded almost like a faint plea coming from her before she looked up at him. Katherine Pryde didn't plead with anyone. She had an expression that made him want to dash across to the other side and hold her, but she simply straightened herself. Her face was still half questioning, but he could see the strength summoned in her eyes. The beautiful, sensitive, brave ShadowCat they'd all grown to love in one way or another.
"There was only ever you."
Kitty watched his expression slip suddenly. A wave of relief seemed to wash across his features and he suddenly looked not so tense or rigid. She had no idea if ti was a good or bad thing as he was still looking at her silently again. His eyes had closed a second and then reopened and she wasn't sure if she should be happily waiting what would come next or cringing in anticipation. Unsure what to do her hand on one side was slowly phasing in and out of the seat in her nervousness.
"Here it is!" The nice springy voice of Molly bombarded their conversation again, as she set the fries down in front of her. Pete looked from her to Molly, and from Molly back to her, and then back and forth a few moments longer. Kitty wasn't sure what to think at all anymore. She was tripping a line of shards of broken glass which belonged to their past.
"Thanks, Molly."
"Anytime, d-"
"I've changed my mind," he stated suddenly, interrupting. Making Kitty and Molly both turned partially to look at him. He had a slightly relaxed expression as he looked up at Molly. It was an odd one thought. Like he'd stepped out of somewhere and suddenly he was passive. Almost happy?
"I'd like a hamburg'r with everything on it, and a soda," Pete said before he looked over at Kitty again. He gave her an odd old smile, and she felt like she was being melted of her fears from her head down to her toes, especially once he tiling his head looking at her, indicating to her small basket of fries and said.
"Yer sure you don't NEED anythin' more than those?"
To Be Continued....
Small Addendum: Yes, the tenses and point of view are supposed to do some back and forth changing so it's not been over looked by everyone who's so far read as my Beta's.
Feedback: Very much welcome. This is another addition to my first piece "Big Little Surprises" and second piece "Scotch & Company: Could Anything Be Worse?" to the OTL so I'll welcome any kind of feedback good or bad. Flamers don't make me tie anyone down. I've over and done with that but I'm sure i can find something to stake you down with and some creatures to leave to play with you. I'd also like to inform you all I did name it finally.
~*~*~
The Greatest Miracle of All
Part III "What MAN has PULLED asunder."
~*~*~
(Prior to the ending of Part II)
She threw the keys on the counter, with a clatter of sharp noise. She had been forced to borrow Logan's jeep with her car still being fixed by he himself and Remy. It made a squealing noise after 10 minutes of driving and pulled to the right, so they'd insisted on fixing it rather than letting her take it to a mechanic.
Yesterday she would gave complained about wanting her car. Today she could have cared less if it was the Black Bird or a ride on a giant pink snail. Today the world could have fallen apart when she left the mansion and not even super powered Alpha Mutants could have dragged her back if they'd threatened to steal all the chocolate in the world, or deprive the world of sunshine.
Today the guy who walked out of her life and made her realize life could be deprived AGAIN would be stepping in; for a day in the least. Kitty slid onto the counter stool and nodded to Harry for the usual. She felt like she was setting up a chess game that meant her heart to be the reward. She'd lost before. Illyana, Doug, even Rachel was gone now, and Pete.
Pete. How do even compare your best friends, and the guy who showed you what real love was to anyone? None of them, none of the four of them even measured in comparison to the others.
Doug had been a close friend and kindred spirit in computers and being yourself. He'd even had a crush on her when she was with Piotr.
Illyana, Piotr's younger sister, still a sore thought. Illy, Yana, snowflake, her best of best friends. The person who had always known her the best in the whole world.
Rachel was a close friend. Not like the others, and not exactly a best friend. Close enough to close friends, but far enough that the burn of separation from her wasn't like the hole Illyana's had left, or like Pete's that was just a gaping space consumed by a past without future.
Pete. Handsome, messy, cynical, thoughtless; lover. A lover like you'd never had, he was nothing like Piotr. He showed the way that love was supposed to be. Careless, like sleeping entwined in each others arms till the rays of morning turned to the evening shadows. Easy and free, like it could be as simple as watching his face as he slept, because it made your heart light.
Harry set down a cup of coffee next to her book on the counter where she sat and she stared at it a second. Maybe coffee wasn't a good thing to be drinking in excess anymore, or maybe at all. Kitty gave him a light and tired smile.
"Thanks."
He nodded with the friendly smile and sparkle of kindness in his eyes he offered everyone and went back to the register to ring up a leaving luncheon couple. Harry was a nice guy. He was a terrific cook and for that she came back. He gotten used to the coming and going of the students at Xavier's "Special School" as everyone else around these parts called it, but he didn't discriminate, treating them like favored nieces and nephews. For that she held a reserve of love and respect for him, not the cook, or the proprietor of a business, but Harry Morrel the man, who saw them as they were.
People in general growing up in a world of hate and little hope or patience, and discrimination with few sanctuaries.
Kitty left the book and coffee untouched, knowing she was early by atleast an hour, but getting herself to come was hard enough. As for how she felt, this had been the second morning of morning sickness. She set her face in hands, while her elbows rested on the bar top. Pregnant.
I'm pregnant, and I feel alone.
No one knew, and she felt like she was about to bare her soul without any trust in what could or would happen. Sure, she had a faith in Pete and what he would do, or she thought she did, but she seemed to be questioning everything suddenly. A child; was she ready to take on the care of a child? She was so brave and so terrified all at once and it felt like a war was waging inside her.
Kitty wasn't sure who was winning. She wasn't even sure she got a choice in the matter.
She brought her hands down from her face suddenly, sending her drink to tip. Reacting lightening quick without a moment's hesitation. She phased her hand right through it when it bumped the cup, and caught it seconds later. Her natural warnings of using her powers in public suddenly shot into effect. Her hand setting the coffee back straight now that it was solid she looked around, darting curious, momentary nervous glances.
No one seemed to have noticed behind her. She looked around forward to see Harry watching her silently. Had he seen her? For a second she didn't move. Why had she done that? A simple coffee spill wouldn't have been terrible, and he and Molly had probably dealt with zillions of them working here. She was pleasantly surprised to see him still drying the platter in his hands, a calm, still free expression on his face.
Harry smiled and the edges of his black mustache twitched up with the movement of his cheeks. An infectious smile coming from the man, she couldn't help but smile shyly at the man along with him. She was positive within a 5% doubt, that he had seen what she did, and he wasn't shocked or surprised. He nodded and walked away to the back again, as he took an order sheet back with him.
Kitty looked at her watch. A short while now, and he'd be here. She slipped off the stool picking up the coffee cup and the book and looking for a nice table. The back booth seemed solitary enough, and quiet enough. She walked towards it thinking she must have been insane. She glided herself easily into the seat and situated herself leaving the coffee on the table still warm, but untouched, as she opened her book.
~*~*~
(Back to Our Regularly Scheduled Program)
She sat staring at the page with an oblivion of moments, not even seeing the type on the white page anymore. In fact she hardly saw the white page in front of her eyes anymore. What kind of world was this to bring a child into? One where a slip of power and it was enough to cause for paranoia? Where were the normal Sunday dinners, holding hands, supposed books with straps, and horseback riding lessons?
Where was perfection in this world?
Didn't children DESERVE perfection?
"Pryde."
The stiff word startled her out of her dour thought line, but not as much as looking up had. Because once she looked up, she'd seen what she'd run from seeing for weeks in a row now. She saw a gaunt face, clear blue eyes, with pensive expression, dark mussed hair and careless stubble and clothing.
The six o'clock shadow in his presence, and the look in his eyes made her knees jelly. She was glad she was sitting, because standing no longer became possible. 'Stop, please, I'm over you. I am,' her hearted hammered from her chest. Her eyes pleaded silently, and she swallowed taking a quiet deep breath between barely parted light lips.
I'm over you. I am. I am!!!
Am I?
"Pete," Kitty attempted softly in return and was surprised with how her voice shook leaving her mouth. She steadied her voice before it ended his name. It was terrible the way he could look for a the same way he might have months ago when he came to talk to her when she was working at her work station or watching TV. Smelling like cigarette's and looking like he'd just blown where ever the wind had come through howling.
She closed her book setting it on the table a moment later, and nodded to the side, toward the other seat trying to grab the strength his presence was causing her to loose. She needed to be strong now, because he was here now. She *had* to tell him. Concentrate. Don't think about it. Just say it. One. Two. Three.
"So, How've you been?"
She wanted to smack herself and leaned back in her booth's side quietly. She couldn't say she'd asked him to fly all those miles, hours just to have a conversation about how he was doing after all these months. He deserved to know. He'd been part of the cause of this condition.
Condition?
It wasn't a condition-
"Dandy," Pete said pulling out a lighter so he could start the cigarette he'd been holding since before he sat down. This had been a long day, it sounded and looked like it was going to get longer. He felt like the rest of the world was melting away. How do you become part of the world when the moment you get the smallest bearings a look deprives you of everything till the moment you walked away those months ago?
It was the consequences of a night of perfection, like so many others.
"Does this pla-" he started, but didn't even finish when he struck the lighter, and was stopped by a surprise of another kind. Kitty reached out suddenly and took his cigarette straight from between his lips without any reserve.
It was a child.
She tapped the cigarette on the table before she look up suddenly, a gaping abyss inside her filling with her doubts, fears and courage. Her eyes fastened on his, as he still looked put off as the flame from the liter disappeared, his hand still holding it in mid air.
It was their child.
"Pete, I'm pregnant."
His hand with the liter went slowly to the table. It was like a video changed to slow motion. Had she just said what he thought he'd heard? Had he imagined the sentence that just left her mouth, like a dream or hallucination? He blinked, but she was still there staring at him with large solemn eyes like she was expecting something, anything.
"What can I get for you two?"
A voice broke their still moment, and they both glanced up at the cheery face of Molly, the ever-present waitress who worked at Harry's Hideaway. She had her short shoulder length blond hair pulled apart in two small pigtails making her look younger than her early thirties, late twenties. She wore the normal turquoise waiting dress, and white smock with sewn little flowers edging the pockets which were used to carry the orders, change, tips, and pens.
Like delayed reaction he glanced back over at Kitty who seemed to be a tiny bit unpleased to be interrupted, but understanding. She was carrying? She'd just said something he wouldn't have imagined in a million years when he'd been on the plane being bother by the hippie chic, and now she had to wait even longer.
Pete glanced at the folded menu at the end of the table but didn't touch it. He felt like his head was swimming. He wanted a drink. A double, on the rocks, add anything in as long as it's strong. Incredibly strong. Asking for one would be stupid thought, especially under these circumstance, and could insult or hurt Kitty. Fag. She'd probably have the write idea if he did order one for all this.
His first reaction had been shock, surprisal. This was now every piece of what had reacted to seeing her falling to his toes. An ominous black cloud seemed to be hovering over his head. She had been the only girl he'd been able to envision himself marrying, having children with. Bloody hell. He'd lost his chance now. He sat back in his seat, shaking his head barely as he slipped the lighter in the pocket of the trench coat.
"Noth'n f'r me."
Kitty looked from Molly to Pete when he answered her, trying to figure out if the shock that shown on his face was now manifesting into annoyance by his expression. There were times when she'd never known what could be running through his head. This was a terrible time to be having another one. Her heart felt like it was being choked. She'd rather have him rejoice about it. Maybe she was right when she wanted to be wrong. Maybe he had moved on and had someone else.
She wasn't sure where she found the voice, but she managed out seemingly not shaking, "One small basket of fries."
Molly watched them both curiously while waiting, till they both responded. Someone would have to be dense not to feel the tension between these two. You probably couldn't even cut it with a knife. Her guess, either it was a break up or some big problem like a lie or an affair. But hey, It wasn't nice to get too involved with the customers that looked like they wanted, or seriously needed, space.
"One basket of fries coming right up," she said and turned and walked away towards the open window where Harry would put the food for her to deliver out, and she would put the orders on the turn style rack.
Both of them leaning back in the booths experienced a long period of silence, before they were looking at each other again. It seemed to be an open and closed thing, locked in a moment that was held in a an iron clad grip. The sentence couldn't be taken back and it divided them as it sat between them in the middle of the table repeating over and over in each of their ears.
Kitty wasn't showing yet from what he could tell, and definitely wasn't like other girls he'd known. It wouldn't have just happened some night because of god knows what, so it must have still been within the first few months. She was dedicated, and she put her heart and soul into their relationship before they'd even approaching making love. So whose was it?
"I'm not-" Kitty started up, but the look he gave her made her go silent. His hands curled around the edge of the table to fingers drummed off and on silently. What she wouldn't have given just to see him smile, to see him look cynical and say something. She wanted him to stop looking like he wasn't even effected. This quite, distant expression exactly like the ones from when she first met him.
"F'r How long? Who else knows?"
She barely managed not to frown, even thought inside she starting to want to cry. His voice sounded distant, but the objection of the question made her feel like she was in the beginning stages of being put on trial. She sucked it up thought for the second. She had asked him to fly a few zillion miles to meet her here without anymore explanation than a three minute 36 second phone call.
"I've known since yesterday morning, just before I called you, and no one knows yet. No one except me, and you."
Kitty didn't feel the need to mention that she was partially doubtful Hank or Logan might or might not know she was pregnant. She WANTED him to be the first she spoke to about it.
His head was still spinning. She'd had a relationship with Piotr in her child hood, who she said had been like the first love syndrome. Everyone always said love never died especially your first love. That was the one you would have forever. Had they gotten back together? Was it is the Russians?
"Th't 's nice an' all, but why'd ya br'ng me all this way? Unless," his words hinged on the 'unless' as if he'd realized some enlightenment of higher power. Why hadn't he thought of that before? No, it was too much time. Much, too much time. It couldn't be. Could it? Why else would she bring him this far out of the loop and not talk to him on the phone. It all made a completely no-sense-perfect sense. Pete focused his eyes on her again squarely, his words were a breath the silence of an 'almost' complain.
"Kitty, who's the father?"
"Pete," she said softly, like she might be addressing a tape recorded letter, except for the fact it sounded almost like a faint plea coming from her before she looked up at him. Katherine Pryde didn't plead with anyone. She had an expression that made him want to dash across to the other side and hold her, but she simply straightened herself. Her face was still half questioning, but he could see the strength summoned in her eyes. The beautiful, sensitive, brave ShadowCat they'd all grown to love in one way or another.
"There was only ever you."
Kitty watched his expression slip suddenly. A wave of relief seemed to wash across his features and he suddenly looked not so tense or rigid. She had no idea if ti was a good or bad thing as he was still looking at her silently again. His eyes had closed a second and then reopened and she wasn't sure if she should be happily waiting what would come next or cringing in anticipation. Unsure what to do her hand on one side was slowly phasing in and out of the seat in her nervousness.
"Here it is!" The nice springy voice of Molly bombarded their conversation again, as she set the fries down in front of her. Pete looked from her to Molly, and from Molly back to her, and then back and forth a few moments longer. Kitty wasn't sure what to think at all anymore. She was tripping a line of shards of broken glass which belonged to their past.
"Thanks, Molly."
"Anytime, d-"
"I've changed my mind," he stated suddenly, interrupting. Making Kitty and Molly both turned partially to look at him. He had a slightly relaxed expression as he looked up at Molly. It was an odd one thought. Like he'd stepped out of somewhere and suddenly he was passive. Almost happy?
"I'd like a hamburg'r with everything on it, and a soda," Pete said before he looked over at Kitty again. He gave her an odd old smile, and she felt like she was being melted of her fears from her head down to her toes, especially once he tiling his head looking at her, indicating to her small basket of fries and said.
"Yer sure you don't NEED anythin' more than those?"
To Be Continued....