Mommy Mystique (cont.)

When she got to the mansion, she asked how Kurt was.
"He's a little better today."

"Thank goodness."

"He's in his room. I can take you to see him, but I need to speak with you first."
"Of course."

"Something odd has turned up..."

As Mystique entered Xavier's study, she saw Logan there waiting for her. There could only be one reason for him being there.
"Is something wrong with the baby?"
"Not wrong, exactly. It turns out there's more than one baby."

"What?!!!"

"I noticed it on your ultrasound. If you look, you can clearly see two heads." Xavier showed her, but it only looked like a fuzzy pyramid.
"No. No, no, no, no. Not twins again. I couldn't go through all that again. It was hard enough the first time . . ." She began gasping for breath.

"Are you all right?"

"Hardly." Mystique groaned.

She felt nauseous again. Wasn't that supposed to stop at some point? But no, the fun just kept rolling on . . . and on . . .

"Better get something, Chuck, I think she's gonna blow."

"Not funny." Mystique said, trying to cover her mouth. She waited a long time, but nothing came up. She hated that most of all.

"This is driving me crazy." she muttered.

"Maybe you should sit down."

"Good idea."

She sat down and took some deep breaths. That seemed to help a bit.
"Is this going to be a problem?" she asked.

"Too soon to tell..."

She felt like crying. One baby was hard enough to prepare for. But two!
She glared at Logan. "This is your fault, you know," she said. "You couldn't have made a quick trip to the drugstore before we got started?"

"Hey, get a grip..."

"Don't tell me to get a grip! If you hadn't been so eager that night, we wouldn't be here right now!"
Logan started to say something along the lines of "You were pretty eager yourself," but he noticed that she was crying.
Mystique, crying? That didn't seem possible.

"You okay?" he asked finally.

"Yes," she said, once she had got hold of herself again. "Can I go see my son now?"

"Yeah, let's go."

When she got to Kurt's room . . .

Kurt sat up. "Muzzer," he said, "vhat are you doing here?"
"I told you I'd come to see you," she replied. She knelt beside his bed and placed a hand on his forehead. "How are you feeling?"
"Awful."

"Really?"

"You can't imagine."
"Oh, yes, I could," she said, thinking of all the times she'd felt sick over the past few weeks.

"Well,anyway," Kurt said, "I'm in awful shape..."

"What are you doin' here?"
Mystique whirled around to see Rogue in the doorway. "I could ask you the same question."

"Ah came to check up on Kurt."

"On your own?"

"Yeah."

"Well," Mystique said, "now that we're all together, I might as well tell you . . ."

"Tell me what?"

So she told them.
Rogue took it about as well as she had taken the original news. "This is just great."

"I think it's nice," Kurt said.
"Yeah, you're not the one who has to listen to two babies screamin' in the middle of the night!"

"Vat?"

"That's what it's gonna be like. Little babies either eat, poop, or cry. Ah'm not changin' any diapers, or babysitting any time you feel like goin' out. They're your kids, you deal with 'em."

"Zey're your family too, Rogue." Kurt pointed out.

"Yeah, well, Ah never asked for a family."

"We don't always ask for what we need." Mystique said.

Rogue sighed. "Yeah, maybe you're right." She turned to Kurt. "Ah'll see ya, sugar," she said. "Ah'm going baby shopping."

"Hurry back." Kurt said.

She was almost to the door when a thought occurred. "Oh. Do Ah need pink or blue?"
"I don't know yet," Mystique admitted. "But whatever you get, get two of them."

"And zome cute little stuffed toys, too." Kurt suggested.

"For you or the babies?" Rogue teased him.

Kurt threw one of his pillows at her.

With all that was going on, Mystique had yet to hear from Magneto. But that would change very soon.