CHAPTER 4
It was 3am the following morning when Jubilee got up to get a glass of water from downstairs. She blearily turned on the kitchen tap, wondering why she was still wearing her yellow coat. Something inside her head said 'Perhaps because you don't have many other clothes in the comics, and you sure as hell won't get anymore now." Rudeness.
Walking up the stairs, she thought she heard voices. Not hushed voices, but the voices of people who either didn't care or didn't realise that they could be detected. Curious, Jubilee tiptoed towards them.
"When the bough breaks, The cradle will fall, And down will come baby…" came the muffled song from behind the common room door. Jubilee opened it. It was dark inside.
"Shhhh, John. Someone's coming."
"Great, ruin my fun, why don't they?" he muttered sarcastically.
Jubilee flipped the light switch. She stared at the scene before her. And began to snicker.
"Look," began John impatiently. "This really isn't what it looks like."
Bobby was in a dress. Not just any dress, he had to be fussy and wear a maternity dress. The bottom of it was draped protectively over a cradle. John stood beside him, carrying an orange in the crook of his arm.
"Actually, this is exactly what it looks like," Bobby whispered.
"Oh. Okay, this is exactly what it looks like. Well, then…!" Pause.
"Why are you wearing a dress?" Jubilee finally asked Bobby, exploding into a fit of laughter.
"This old thing? I like the colour, but it's mainly because I'm tall enough to not trip over it when I walk. And because I'm the most feminine out of us all." He smiled shyly.
Something stirred from behind the couch. "Yeah right, you only got the dress because you promised me I'd get the underwear." It was Wolverine. Jubilee stopped laughing. John spun around, pointing an accusing finger at him.
"You! Why didn't you warn us that someone was coming? You could've smelt her a mile off!"
"Why? We're simply getting in touch with our feminine sides before starting work tomorrow. It's nothing to be ashamed of."
"Who are you meant to be?" Jubilee blurted out.
"I'm the father who divorced the mom, Bobby over there. She can't take care of the baby herself, so she has to rely on John (her boyfriend, Fernando), who does mostly all the work for her. But they only have a baby, that orange, and a pear's on the way. However, I have the significant advantage, having had the experience of looking after my six-year old son, Benjy." Logan proudly indicated the watermelon sitting by his feet.
"Come on, let's get cracking," Bobby said enthusiastically. "Jubes, I don't mean to be rude, but do you think you could go back upstairs? It's just that John gets a teeny bit embarrassed about all this." He winked at him.
"Yeah, go," John scowled. "And I'm coming with you."
"What?" cried Logan. Bobby was horrified.
"I thought… I thought you were my friend," he said weakly. A small tear streaked down his left cheek.
"And who's going to play the boyfriend? Fernando, the kind-hearted but fatally flawed slave of the hideously irresponsible Sallajita?" growled Logan.
"Well, Benjy's growing up quite nicely. I'm sure he'll do," John beamed, patting Logan on the back and waving at the watermelon. He followed Jubilee out of the room, who had not trusted herself to speak.
Once outside, he grabbed her arm. "This never happened," he hissed.
"Right. It never happened. Fernando."
It was 3am the following morning when Jubilee got up to get a glass of water from downstairs. She blearily turned on the kitchen tap, wondering why she was still wearing her yellow coat. Something inside her head said 'Perhaps because you don't have many other clothes in the comics, and you sure as hell won't get anymore now." Rudeness.
Walking up the stairs, she thought she heard voices. Not hushed voices, but the voices of people who either didn't care or didn't realise that they could be detected. Curious, Jubilee tiptoed towards them.
"When the bough breaks, The cradle will fall, And down will come baby…" came the muffled song from behind the common room door. Jubilee opened it. It was dark inside.
"Shhhh, John. Someone's coming."
"Great, ruin my fun, why don't they?" he muttered sarcastically.
Jubilee flipped the light switch. She stared at the scene before her. And began to snicker.
"Look," began John impatiently. "This really isn't what it looks like."
Bobby was in a dress. Not just any dress, he had to be fussy and wear a maternity dress. The bottom of it was draped protectively over a cradle. John stood beside him, carrying an orange in the crook of his arm.
"Actually, this is exactly what it looks like," Bobby whispered.
"Oh. Okay, this is exactly what it looks like. Well, then…!" Pause.
"Why are you wearing a dress?" Jubilee finally asked Bobby, exploding into a fit of laughter.
"This old thing? I like the colour, but it's mainly because I'm tall enough to not trip over it when I walk. And because I'm the most feminine out of us all." He smiled shyly.
Something stirred from behind the couch. "Yeah right, you only got the dress because you promised me I'd get the underwear." It was Wolverine. Jubilee stopped laughing. John spun around, pointing an accusing finger at him.
"You! Why didn't you warn us that someone was coming? You could've smelt her a mile off!"
"Why? We're simply getting in touch with our feminine sides before starting work tomorrow. It's nothing to be ashamed of."
"Who are you meant to be?" Jubilee blurted out.
"I'm the father who divorced the mom, Bobby over there. She can't take care of the baby herself, so she has to rely on John (her boyfriend, Fernando), who does mostly all the work for her. But they only have a baby, that orange, and a pear's on the way. However, I have the significant advantage, having had the experience of looking after my six-year old son, Benjy." Logan proudly indicated the watermelon sitting by his feet.
"Come on, let's get cracking," Bobby said enthusiastically. "Jubes, I don't mean to be rude, but do you think you could go back upstairs? It's just that John gets a teeny bit embarrassed about all this." He winked at him.
"Yeah, go," John scowled. "And I'm coming with you."
"What?" cried Logan. Bobby was horrified.
"I thought… I thought you were my friend," he said weakly. A small tear streaked down his left cheek.
"And who's going to play the boyfriend? Fernando, the kind-hearted but fatally flawed slave of the hideously irresponsible Sallajita?" growled Logan.
"Well, Benjy's growing up quite nicely. I'm sure he'll do," John beamed, patting Logan on the back and waving at the watermelon. He followed Jubilee out of the room, who had not trusted herself to speak.
Once outside, he grabbed her arm. "This never happened," he hissed.
"Right. It never happened. Fernando."