Jamie dashed out the door before his mother could grab him. Giving herself a quick once over, she went to retrieve her baby daughters from thier exuberant cousin. Francis lost no time in bounding out to greet his 'uncle' as soon as Jean mentioned he was home, leaving her with two wet babies. As a result, she didn't ge to the front of the mansion until the rest of the inhabitants had dragged Scott off to show him something. Trying the front room, she found the lights off and and the TV turned very low. It took her a couple minutes to realize who the only person in the mansion would be watching Coronation Street~Um, Betsy....~
~Little fishes are so delicious~
Jean blushed. ~I'm so sorry.~
The British ninja sat up and looked at Jean, her face faintly visible in the dim light. "I told Jamie it was alright. I honestly thought he was hungry but we're all out of those fishy crackers that he's so fond of.~ She paused for a moment, seeming to reflect. " He's grown very fast."
Walking into the room, Jean looked at her friends' basketball shaped abdomen. "It's so much easier when they're this size, believe me. All they need is room to stretch, and a good scratch once in a while. And you don't need a babysitter."
Psylocke rubbed her tummy introspectively where it was visble under her exercise bra and smiled as a lump rubbed across it visibly. "I think this one dislikes her picture taken already. She refuses to move during photo shoots, when all the other mums are comparing where their babies like to kick." Her brow furrowed for a moment, and Jean felt the tickle of a telepathic conversation. "Ah, now Warrens' awake. There'll be no rest for me tonight. Its a good thing my last job as a pregnant model was yesterday. Oh, yes, I ran into Alison after the shoot, she was just finishing a tour with Lila Cheney. She said she'll get in touch with you tomorrow about the baby shower."
Jean inwardly groaned. She'd forgotten about the baby shower for Betsy and Warrens' first baby. Of course Logan had probaly forgotten to mail the invites that she'd left for him three days ago. Really, the man had a sieve for a brain....whereupon she relized her son was probaly still naked somewhere in the mansion.
~Little fishes are so delicious~
Jean blushed. ~I'm so sorry.~
The British ninja sat up and looked at Jean, her face faintly visible in the dim light. "I told Jamie it was alright. I honestly thought he was hungry but we're all out of those fishy crackers that he's so fond of.~ She paused for a moment, seeming to reflect. " He's grown very fast."
Walking into the room, Jean looked at her friends' basketball shaped abdomen. "It's so much easier when they're this size, believe me. All they need is room to stretch, and a good scratch once in a while. And you don't need a babysitter."
Psylocke rubbed her tummy introspectively where it was visble under her exercise bra and smiled as a lump rubbed across it visibly. "I think this one dislikes her picture taken already. She refuses to move during photo shoots, when all the other mums are comparing where their babies like to kick." Her brow furrowed for a moment, and Jean felt the tickle of a telepathic conversation. "Ah, now Warrens' awake. There'll be no rest for me tonight. Its a good thing my last job as a pregnant model was yesterday. Oh, yes, I ran into Alison after the shoot, she was just finishing a tour with Lila Cheney. She said she'll get in touch with you tomorrow about the baby shower."
Jean inwardly groaned. She'd forgotten about the baby shower for Betsy and Warrens' first baby. Of course Logan had probaly forgotten to mail the invites that she'd left for him three days ago. Really, the man had a sieve for a brain....whereupon she relized her son was probaly still naked somewhere in the mansion.