"Oh Lord, what are we going to do with it?" Scott wailed dramatically.
"Take it inside, it'll freeze out here," Kitty said.
"Nein! It's mine, I'll carry it!" Kurt said angrily as Kitty tried to pick the basket up.
"No, I will!" Kitty yanked the basket towards her. The baby gave a wail.
"Calm down guys!" Scott interrupted. "Let's just take it inside and-"
He never got a chance to finish because Jean stuck her head around the door and cut him off. "What on earth are you doing outside in the cold?" She suddenly noticed the baby basket in Kitty's arms. "And what the hell is that?"
"It's a baby," said Kitty, who was getting thoroughly sick of saying it.
"A baby?" Jean looked confused. "What are you doing with it?"
"Babysitting?" Kurt suggested. Kitty elbowed him in the ribs. She barged past all three of them to take him inside, and Kurt, Scott, and Jean turned and followed her.
Inside, Evan was watching TV, Rogue was listening to her personal stereo with her eyes closed, Jubilee and Amara were spread out on the floor pouring over a magazine, and everyone else was... well, who knows where? No one even looked up as the four of them traipsed in.
Kitty gently lifted the baby up out of the basket. It was dressed in a pale green sleep suit, apparently fairly clean (well, no baby sick down it anyway, Kitty thought). It was being quiet for the moment.
Scott started rummaging through the blankets in the basket. He was handing Kurt bottles and blankets, and Kurt was standing there, looking confused.
Kitty started bouncing the baby in the air, and it gave a tentative giggle. It had dark matted hair, dark eyes, and quite dark skin. Its cheeks were pink. Kitty started talking in baby talk to it. "Aren't you the cutest sweetest little baby ever?" she cooed.
Evan glanced across the room, his eyes only leaving the TV for a moment. Then after a few seconds he realised something was wrong. "Where the hell did that come from?"
"Kitty gave birth to it on the front porch," Kurt said sarcastically and German-ly.
"Seriously?" Evan gave him a Look. "Where did it really come from?"
"She just appeared outside," Kitty explained, still watching the baby and not Evan. She carried on babbling at it.
"Don't get too attached to it," Jean warned. "I don't think we'll be able to keep it."
Kitty sighed. "Aww, she's so gorgeous! Aren't you? You know you are, yes you are!" she giggled to herself.
Evan made a being-sick noise. "Why do all females go like that when there's a baby around?" he asked, more to himself than anyone else. He turned back to the TV, but kept glancing back at Kitty and the baby.
Jubilee and Amara looked up and stopped giggling, suddenly aware something had happened. Instead of the usual "what the hell?", the two of them dashed over to Kitty and started on the predictable baby talk.
Jean was about to issue another warning, but she couldn't help herself. She peered over Kitty's shoulder and started up the nonsense talk herself.
Scott looked up from the completely empty basket. "There's no note or anything, just a bottle and a couple of blankets," he reported.
"How could anyone desert such a wonderful little baby?" Jean asked, really getting into the spirit of it.
"Can I hold it?" Jubilee asked.
"Me too, me too!" Amara added.
"Me next!" Kurt continued.
"Not me," Evan shrugged. "I'm not a baby sort of person."
Rogue's CD must have finished, because she opened her eyes and looked around the room. She focused on Kitty, and stopped. She could only see Kitty with Amara, Jubilee, Jean and Kurt gathered around her, but she figured something must have been going on, because Kitty wasn't that interesting. She didn't speak, but stared over at them. After a while, she realised whatever Kitty had in her arms was being passed around, and was so interesting that she'd never be able to see through the crowds of people. So she got up, and wandered casually over.
Amara was holding the baby, while Kitty and Kurt watched over them nervously, like first-time parents. Rogue peered over Jubilee's shoulder and gasped. "Where did you get that?"
Everyone jumped, and stared at Rogue. They'd all been so busy with the baby they hadn't even noticed Rogue getting up.
"Like, don't do that!" Kitty said accusingly.
"Do what? And what IS that?" She asked unnecessarily, because it was fairly obvious what it was.
"It's a baby, do you want to hold him?" Jean asked.
"Her," Kitty said stubbornly.
"Why don't you just check?" Evan asked, still watching the TV but not taking in a single thing.
"Er..." said Rogue.
"Have you got your gloves on?" Scott checked.
"Ah'm not stoopid! Ah'm not gonna set my powers on a defenceless baby!" Rogue retorted. "Now give it here."
"Take it inside, it'll freeze out here," Kitty said.
"Nein! It's mine, I'll carry it!" Kurt said angrily as Kitty tried to pick the basket up.
"No, I will!" Kitty yanked the basket towards her. The baby gave a wail.
"Calm down guys!" Scott interrupted. "Let's just take it inside and-"
He never got a chance to finish because Jean stuck her head around the door and cut him off. "What on earth are you doing outside in the cold?" She suddenly noticed the baby basket in Kitty's arms. "And what the hell is that?"
"It's a baby," said Kitty, who was getting thoroughly sick of saying it.
"A baby?" Jean looked confused. "What are you doing with it?"
"Babysitting?" Kurt suggested. Kitty elbowed him in the ribs. She barged past all three of them to take him inside, and Kurt, Scott, and Jean turned and followed her.
Inside, Evan was watching TV, Rogue was listening to her personal stereo with her eyes closed, Jubilee and Amara were spread out on the floor pouring over a magazine, and everyone else was... well, who knows where? No one even looked up as the four of them traipsed in.
Kitty gently lifted the baby up out of the basket. It was dressed in a pale green sleep suit, apparently fairly clean (well, no baby sick down it anyway, Kitty thought). It was being quiet for the moment.
Scott started rummaging through the blankets in the basket. He was handing Kurt bottles and blankets, and Kurt was standing there, looking confused.
Kitty started bouncing the baby in the air, and it gave a tentative giggle. It had dark matted hair, dark eyes, and quite dark skin. Its cheeks were pink. Kitty started talking in baby talk to it. "Aren't you the cutest sweetest little baby ever?" she cooed.
Evan glanced across the room, his eyes only leaving the TV for a moment. Then after a few seconds he realised something was wrong. "Where the hell did that come from?"
"Kitty gave birth to it on the front porch," Kurt said sarcastically and German-ly.
"Seriously?" Evan gave him a Look. "Where did it really come from?"
"She just appeared outside," Kitty explained, still watching the baby and not Evan. She carried on babbling at it.
"Don't get too attached to it," Jean warned. "I don't think we'll be able to keep it."
Kitty sighed. "Aww, she's so gorgeous! Aren't you? You know you are, yes you are!" she giggled to herself.
Evan made a being-sick noise. "Why do all females go like that when there's a baby around?" he asked, more to himself than anyone else. He turned back to the TV, but kept glancing back at Kitty and the baby.
Jubilee and Amara looked up and stopped giggling, suddenly aware something had happened. Instead of the usual "what the hell?", the two of them dashed over to Kitty and started on the predictable baby talk.
Jean was about to issue another warning, but she couldn't help herself. She peered over Kitty's shoulder and started up the nonsense talk herself.
Scott looked up from the completely empty basket. "There's no note or anything, just a bottle and a couple of blankets," he reported.
"How could anyone desert such a wonderful little baby?" Jean asked, really getting into the spirit of it.
"Can I hold it?" Jubilee asked.
"Me too, me too!" Amara added.
"Me next!" Kurt continued.
"Not me," Evan shrugged. "I'm not a baby sort of person."
Rogue's CD must have finished, because she opened her eyes and looked around the room. She focused on Kitty, and stopped. She could only see Kitty with Amara, Jubilee, Jean and Kurt gathered around her, but she figured something must have been going on, because Kitty wasn't that interesting. She didn't speak, but stared over at them. After a while, she realised whatever Kitty had in her arms was being passed around, and was so interesting that she'd never be able to see through the crowds of people. So she got up, and wandered casually over.
Amara was holding the baby, while Kitty and Kurt watched over them nervously, like first-time parents. Rogue peered over Jubilee's shoulder and gasped. "Where did you get that?"
Everyone jumped, and stared at Rogue. They'd all been so busy with the baby they hadn't even noticed Rogue getting up.
"Like, don't do that!" Kitty said accusingly.
"Do what? And what IS that?" She asked unnecessarily, because it was fairly obvious what it was.
"It's a baby, do you want to hold him?" Jean asked.
"Her," Kitty said stubbornly.
"Why don't you just check?" Evan asked, still watching the TV but not taking in a single thing.
"Er..." said Rogue.
"Have you got your gloves on?" Scott checked.
"Ah'm not stoopid! Ah'm not gonna set my powers on a defenceless baby!" Rogue retorted. "Now give it here."