One Week later. The night swirled around her, settling down on her body like a thick blanket, wrapping her in the delicious blackness. She turned over, ignoring the faint scratch on her cheek from the pillow, and threw a slender arm over the warm body beside her. A stirring inside of her body, like the bad pizza she'd eaten when she was twelve, made the pit of her stomach ache with a fluttering pain that spoke of a wonder, a new feeling. She listened with her psychic ear, the actions coming naturally to her, as she continued to wrestle between wakefulness and sleep. And she heard something within herself that she'd never heard before, a sound in her body that hadn't been there yesterday. Her eyes fluttered open, greeting the darkness and sliding up against the cool metal of the barred headboard. Her head rested against the wall, her senses fully toned to the new sensation that made her want to jump for joy and throw up at the same time. Then she heard it . . . decided she knew exactly what it was. It was a third heartbeat. She could feel hers, of course, and feel Scott's beating in perfect time with her own. But there was a new one in the middle of her stomach, a tiny one that was dependent on her own, thriving from the actions she made. Her hand flew to her mouth and she clamped her eyes shut, trying to decide if she should cry or laugh. Her first instinct was to bury her head under her pillow and shut out everything, everything but that heartbeat and the way it made her feel. Then she looked over at the barely visible outline of her husband, and realized that he had to know about this wonderful thing they had created. "Scott," she whispered with her voice and her mind, shaking him with one unsteady hand. "Scott, wake up." He moaned and blew a huff of air between his lips before opening his eyes and dimly lighting the room with the red glare of his visor. When he realized that Jean was leaning over him and shaking his arm, he sat full up and clicked on the light beside the bed. The room was washed in a yellow-white light, and the sudden brightness made her blink rapidly several times. "Jean . . . what's wrong?" he asked, his voice husky with interrupted sleep. He rubbed his tired face and smoothed back the wild chestnut waves from his forehead. The next words were imperative, and as much as she would have liked to just blurt them out, she focused on calming herself and finding a relaxing center. Scott had already picked up that something big was going on, and was halfway between worry and impatience, mentally urging his beloved to tell him what had her so flustered. "Scott, I felt something. Something in my stomach, a fluttering... I . . . I think I'm pregnant Scott." "Really? That's great!" "We did it Scott, we're going to have a baby." "We should make a doctor's appointment to make sure you and the baby get the best nutrition and care." Scott kissed Jean again. "We're finally having a baby Scott, we made it together." "Yes we did Jean baby and I'm so fortunate that I have you and now a baby on the way, I'm the happiest man alive!" Jean laughs and then kisses Scott. "I love you Scott." "I Love you too Jean, you make my life worth living." "Oh Scott that's so sweet, you're going to make me cry." Jean sobs. "Scott, you also make my worth living. If I never met you I.I." At that moment Jean started crying. "Shhh, it's ok sweetie. I'm here, we're together forever till death do us part." "I know, I'm glad we're married and have a baby on the way." "Me too Jean, me too." One week later. Jean's POV. As I walk down to the professor's office it was never a walk I dreaded until now. Something was up. I walk up to the door and turn the knob; the first thing I see is an uneasy Scott. "Professor?" I ask. He points for me to sit in the chair next to Scott, he wheels up to me. "Jean what is going on?" "What do you mean?" I ask. "You and Scott have been acting kind of odd lately." "Odd?" I hear Scott squeak out. "Yes odd, is there something you need to tell me?" "Like what?" I quiver. "Jean, Scott I know something is up. Why won't you tell me?" I'm the first to speak. "Professor, Scott and I have some news. The reason we have been acting weird is because." I try to finish but Scott beats me to it. "We're pregnant!" I laugh at Scott and he reaches over and I feel his hand on my abdomen. I hear coughing behind me. *Is someone choking? * "Wait Logan!" Was all I heard before I whip around. The door slams shut. I just sit there; I can feel the tears burning my eyes. I feel a hand on my leg and see the professor looking at me. "Jean, Scott I'll handle Logan don't worry and congratulations you two." Storm's POV Logan rushes out of the office trying to find the quickest way to the door, I had just finished my lesson when I felt a slam into me. "Ouch, Logan watch where you are going!" I yell. "Logan!" I yell again Logan doesn't stop, "What is wrong with him?" I say to myself as I walk to the professor's office. I knock. "Come in, ah Ororo what can I do for you?" I see Scott and Jean sitting, Jean looked upset. "What's going on?" I ask. "What do you mean?" Scott says. "Logan just stormed out of the professor's office, is something wrong?" "No." I hear Jean sniffle. "Ororo." I hear Jean start. "Yes?" Almost afraid of what was coming next. "Scott and I." There was a pause. "We're pregnant." She says with a huge smile. I smile back as I see her smile fade and a green tint illuminates her skin. "Oh I'm going to be sick excuse me!" And I see Jean dash out of the office. I stand there speechless. "Pregnant?" I ask looking at the Professor. "Yes." Scott runs out of the office after Jean, I stick my head out to see if they made it to a bathroom in time. "Eew!" Was heard through the doors to the office. Choruses of students were screaming. "Oh no." I thought as I ran out of the office. I arrive in the lunch room to see Rogue and Bobby covered in mashed food." "He just spit it out on me!" Rogue blamed. "Thank God, you two go clean up now!" I yelled. "Why the panic Storm?" Rogue asks. "It's nothing for you to worry about. Why did Bobby spit on you?" "He said that he could gross me out, and I told him that he was wasting his time. Then he put food in his mouth, chewed and then spit it out on me." "Did it work?" I asked. "Yeah." "Bobby, your punishment is to clean both the girl's and the boy's bathrooms for three weeks." "Eew no!" "Make it five weeks, if you keep arguing I'll keep adding weeks." "Ok, fine." I leave them and go on the search for Jean and Scott. I look everywhere until the awful sound greeted me from the girl's bathroom on the second floor. Jean was kneeling by the toilet, her head over the toilet. I can tell she was crying, Scott just sat there and rubbed Jean's back. "Is there anything I can do?" I ask Scott. "No, I got it. Thanks for asking." As he says that Jean gags again and vomit cascades into the toilet. I leave the bathroom. And I leave Scott to tend to Jean. Scott's POV I look at Jean and she collapses onto my chest, she looks so weak it makes me hurt. I hear her muffled cry and I squeeze her. "Jean, are you ready to go to bed?" She nods against my chest. I pick her up and carry her upstairs; she continues to rest her head on my chest. Her soft breathing tells me that she has fallen asleep. I kiss her head, we enter our room and I gently place her on our bed. She stirs and turns onto her side. "I love you Jean." I whisper as I kiss her forehead. I tried to get her into her pajamas as good as I could without waking her up but failed. "Scott?" She asked groggily. "Shhh sweetie, just getting you ready for bed." She sat up and lays her head on my shoulder. I finish undressing her. "Jean, want to sleep naked?" "Sure." Jean smiles at me. I feel her hand wander down my chest and unbutton my shirt. Scott kisses Jean's neck, she moans. "Scott, you know that drives me crazy.continue." Jean kisses Scott again and continues to unzip his pants. Scott moans and kisses Jean passionately on the lips. He rolls Jean so she was on the bottom. "Scott.ugh." Jean moans. They kiss more and Jean pulls Scott's pants off tracing her finger along his leg. "I thought you were sleepy?" Scott asks Jean. "Not anymore." She rolls Scott over and straddles him. "So?" Scott asks. "Let's do the nasty baby." Jean pouts. "Ok Jean baby." Scott says massaging Jean's butt. Jean positioned herself over Scott and started moving. She started moaning. "Scott you feel so good.agh!" Scott moaned and moved along with Jean who was looking right into his eyes as she was breathing heavily. Sweat was starting to form on her forehead. "Jean you look so beautiful." Scott breathed. "Scott.concentrate baby.uhh." Jean grinds more into Scott. Jean's breasts glided over Scott's sweaty chest. Jean started moaning so loud it aroused Scott as he kissed her. "Scott faster, faster." Jean breathed. They moved faster. Jean felt like she was about to come out of her skin. Jean thrusted harder into Scott, she moaned in urgency. "Scott.Oh my God.Uhh!" Jean screamed climaxing. Scott wasn't far behind, climaxing right behind her. Rogue's POV I was studying biology in Bobby's room when I heard a loud scream. "What the hell?" I said to myself. "I think that's Jean and Scott, sounds fun huh?" Bobby said as he winked at me. "Bobby, come on we shouldn't be eavesdropping." I say knowing very well our study session was put on hold. "We heard them, as far as I'm concerned we were minding our own business." I laugh and continue on with my work. Faint screams were heard in the background. "Do you think we should knock on their door and tell them to quiet down?" I ask Bobby. "I don't know Rogue, they don't do this a lot and I think we should let them have "Fun" this time." He says as he mimes quotations with his fingers. I laugh and smack him with a pillow.