Title: Generation X
Summary: Jean's got a little surprise for the rest of the X-Men. A little addition to the school could be just what they need.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything and I don't pretend to. Everything belongs to Marvel and whoever else, I'm not really sure.
Rating: PG-13
Six months later.
Jean couldn't stand being pregnant anymore; none of her clothes fit, her powers were going haywire, she was constantly moody, and she was craving food she normally wouldn't touch. It seemed that once she reached her fifth month, everything seemed wonderfully delicious. Before she'd become pregnant, Jean never even knew that coffee-coconut ice cream existed; now it was always in the kitchen freezer. And if for some odd reason it wasn't, Scott was always willing to make late night trips across town to get some.
This particular morning was not better than the others. Since it was Saturday, there were no classes, but the Professor had scheduled a brunch and movie for the staff and students. He thought it would be a nice break for the students who had been working so hard over the past couple weeks. And he also thought that Jean and the rest of the teachers needed to relax as well.
Jean groaned loudly as she attempted to find some clothes to wear. Everything she found so far was too small to cover her bulging stomach. "Where are they clothes I just bought?" Her and Ororo had recently gone shopping for maternity clothes, an activity which Jean herself despised. Everything was so-well-ugly. It was hard to find any clothes that she liked and that fit as well.
"Third drawer down in your dresser." Scott answered, startling jean who thought he was still asleep.
"Scott," she breathed, "I thought you were sleeping."
"Well I was," he said turning onto his side to face her, "then I heard the heavenly sound of your voice and it pulled me from the deepest of slumbers." Scott couldn't get over just how beautiful Jean was. Even in the early morning with her hair al messed up and her pajamas all wrinkled and twisted, she was the picture of a Goddess.
Jean smiled, "How is it that you can manage to sweet talk me this early in the morning?" She made her way over to the bed and sat down next to him.
"That's not the only thing I can do this early in the morning." Scott said as he began kissing her neck and nibbling on her ears. He knew that she couldn't resist having her neck suckled on; it was her one weakness, and he was planning on using that to his advantage.
Jean relished in the feeling of her husband's lips against her skin. She could definitely get used to this kind of treatment.
**What time is it?** Scott asked, tickling Jean's sensitive earlobes.
She turned to look at the alarm clock next to their bed. **It's already a quarter past ten. We're supposed to be downstairs by 10:30.**
**How about we just skip the brunch,** he suggested.
Jean laughed. **You just want to stay up here and sleep longer.**
**I think I could find something to keep us busy.** Though he knew that Jean couldn't see his face, he still raised an eyebrow in suggestion.
**Scott, I know what you're thinking, and as great as it sounds, we have to be down there.**
**Why?** he asked, his lips traveling across her collarbone until they landed on her shoulder. Pushing the strap of her nightdress out of the way, he continued to his assault.
**Because I doubt the professor could handle all the kids alone. They're a rambunctious pack.**
Reluctantly, Scott pulled away. "I guess we better get dressed then, huh?" Jean nodded, but before either could move, the professor's voice sounded in both their minds.
**Jean, Scott,** he addressed them, **I would like both of you to spread news about a slight change of plans for this morning's events. Instead of the regular brunch, we will be having a "come as you are" brunch.**
**What exactly does that mean?** Scott asked.
**All students and staff will be asked to wear their pajamas, provided that their choice of nightclothes is appropriate. I would also like the two of you to check on that.**
**Sure Professor,** Scott smiled, "Looks like you won't have to find clothes to wear after all."
Taking in his current attire, Jean laughed. Although the blanket from the bed covered his lower extremities, his bare chest and strong, well-sculpted arms were for all to see. "You, however, may want to put on some clothes."
"What? You don't think some of the students would appreciate my fine figure?" he joked.
"Not saying they wouldn't," Jean laughed, "but this body is just for me." Again their lips met in a passionate kiss that seemed to last for an eternity. Tongues battled and hands roamed each other's bodies. With a slight hesitation, Jean pulled back and stared at her husband. She tried to see beyond the rose quartz glasses and into his eyes, and for a second she could. She could see the man she fell in love with her first year here at the institute; she could see the loving creature she had grown attached to; she could see the father of her baby, and she could see the undying love that flowed from his mind, his heart, and his soul. The rush of emotions that flooded their mental link was mind numbing and it took Jean's breath away. With one last peck on the lips, she crawled off the bed and made her way to the door, pausing to slip a pair of slippers on her feet. "I'll hit the girl's rooms, you get the boys, and I'll meet you downstairs." Then she was out the door.
Scott lay in bed from a few moments, reflecting. He had to be the luckiest man on Earth. He had a great life, a great family-even if they weren't his real family, a loving wife, and soon to be family of his own. He'd come a long way from being the little blind boy that couldn't control his gifts. It had been a journey of will, discipline, and hard work, but it was all worth it in the end.
Finally, and with a loud sigh, Scott pulled himself out of bed. Throwing on a pair of light blue pajama pants and a white T-shirt, he headed out of the room and onto his duties and leader of the X-Men, teacher, husband, and soon-to-be father.
Eleven weeks later, Abigail Marie Summers was born. She was the most beautiful thing that any of the X-Men had ever seen with her soft red hair just like her mother's and blue eyes from her father. Everyone back at the mansion couldn't wait for the baby's homecoming, and a huge celebration was thrown for the proud parents and their newborn.
Summary: Jean's got a little surprise for the rest of the X-Men. A little addition to the school could be just what they need.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything and I don't pretend to. Everything belongs to Marvel and whoever else, I'm not really sure.
Rating: PG-13
Six months later.
Jean couldn't stand being pregnant anymore; none of her clothes fit, her powers were going haywire, she was constantly moody, and she was craving food she normally wouldn't touch. It seemed that once she reached her fifth month, everything seemed wonderfully delicious. Before she'd become pregnant, Jean never even knew that coffee-coconut ice cream existed; now it was always in the kitchen freezer. And if for some odd reason it wasn't, Scott was always willing to make late night trips across town to get some.
This particular morning was not better than the others. Since it was Saturday, there were no classes, but the Professor had scheduled a brunch and movie for the staff and students. He thought it would be a nice break for the students who had been working so hard over the past couple weeks. And he also thought that Jean and the rest of the teachers needed to relax as well.
Jean groaned loudly as she attempted to find some clothes to wear. Everything she found so far was too small to cover her bulging stomach. "Where are they clothes I just bought?" Her and Ororo had recently gone shopping for maternity clothes, an activity which Jean herself despised. Everything was so-well-ugly. It was hard to find any clothes that she liked and that fit as well.
"Third drawer down in your dresser." Scott answered, startling jean who thought he was still asleep.
"Scott," she breathed, "I thought you were sleeping."
"Well I was," he said turning onto his side to face her, "then I heard the heavenly sound of your voice and it pulled me from the deepest of slumbers." Scott couldn't get over just how beautiful Jean was. Even in the early morning with her hair al messed up and her pajamas all wrinkled and twisted, she was the picture of a Goddess.
Jean smiled, "How is it that you can manage to sweet talk me this early in the morning?" She made her way over to the bed and sat down next to him.
"That's not the only thing I can do this early in the morning." Scott said as he began kissing her neck and nibbling on her ears. He knew that she couldn't resist having her neck suckled on; it was her one weakness, and he was planning on using that to his advantage.
Jean relished in the feeling of her husband's lips against her skin. She could definitely get used to this kind of treatment.
**What time is it?** Scott asked, tickling Jean's sensitive earlobes.
She turned to look at the alarm clock next to their bed. **It's already a quarter past ten. We're supposed to be downstairs by 10:30.**
**How about we just skip the brunch,** he suggested.
Jean laughed. **You just want to stay up here and sleep longer.**
**I think I could find something to keep us busy.** Though he knew that Jean couldn't see his face, he still raised an eyebrow in suggestion.
**Scott, I know what you're thinking, and as great as it sounds, we have to be down there.**
**Why?** he asked, his lips traveling across her collarbone until they landed on her shoulder. Pushing the strap of her nightdress out of the way, he continued to his assault.
**Because I doubt the professor could handle all the kids alone. They're a rambunctious pack.**
Reluctantly, Scott pulled away. "I guess we better get dressed then, huh?" Jean nodded, but before either could move, the professor's voice sounded in both their minds.
**Jean, Scott,** he addressed them, **I would like both of you to spread news about a slight change of plans for this morning's events. Instead of the regular brunch, we will be having a "come as you are" brunch.**
**What exactly does that mean?** Scott asked.
**All students and staff will be asked to wear their pajamas, provided that their choice of nightclothes is appropriate. I would also like the two of you to check on that.**
**Sure Professor,** Scott smiled, "Looks like you won't have to find clothes to wear after all."
Taking in his current attire, Jean laughed. Although the blanket from the bed covered his lower extremities, his bare chest and strong, well-sculpted arms were for all to see. "You, however, may want to put on some clothes."
"What? You don't think some of the students would appreciate my fine figure?" he joked.
"Not saying they wouldn't," Jean laughed, "but this body is just for me." Again their lips met in a passionate kiss that seemed to last for an eternity. Tongues battled and hands roamed each other's bodies. With a slight hesitation, Jean pulled back and stared at her husband. She tried to see beyond the rose quartz glasses and into his eyes, and for a second she could. She could see the man she fell in love with her first year here at the institute; she could see the loving creature she had grown attached to; she could see the father of her baby, and she could see the undying love that flowed from his mind, his heart, and his soul. The rush of emotions that flooded their mental link was mind numbing and it took Jean's breath away. With one last peck on the lips, she crawled off the bed and made her way to the door, pausing to slip a pair of slippers on her feet. "I'll hit the girl's rooms, you get the boys, and I'll meet you downstairs." Then she was out the door.
Scott lay in bed from a few moments, reflecting. He had to be the luckiest man on Earth. He had a great life, a great family-even if they weren't his real family, a loving wife, and soon to be family of his own. He'd come a long way from being the little blind boy that couldn't control his gifts. It had been a journey of will, discipline, and hard work, but it was all worth it in the end.
Finally, and with a loud sigh, Scott pulled himself out of bed. Throwing on a pair of light blue pajama pants and a white T-shirt, he headed out of the room and onto his duties and leader of the X-Men, teacher, husband, and soon-to-be father.
Eleven weeks later, Abigail Marie Summers was born. She was the most beautiful thing that any of the X-Men had ever seen with her soft red hair just like her mother's and blue eyes from her father. Everyone back at the mansion couldn't wait for the baby's homecoming, and a huge celebration was thrown for the proud parents and their newborn.
