Two months later.
Jean was finally three and a half months pregnant; and it was time to tell
the students.
Jean's POV
I was sitting on the couch in the library when I had a realization.
*Scott. * *Yes Jean? * I hear him say in my mind.
*Are you busy? *
*No, what's wrong? *
*Come to the library please. *
I see Scott rush into the library.
"What's wrong?"
"Scott calm down I just had an idea how to tell the students."
"How?"
"I was thinking in my biology class we are talking about human sexuality
and fertilization. I was thinking that we should chart down our experience
down and share it with the class."
"You mean like a journal?"
"Yeah."
"That's a good idea."
That day operation baby was underway.
"Class as you remember we are studying human sexuality and the
fertilization process, I have a generated a way that can help you see
fertilization and it's process."
I see John raise his hand. "Do we get to see you and Mr. Summers doing
it?" He asks.
"No, sorry. But you will go along the process of pregnancy and birth with
Mr. Summers and I."
I look out at the students and they are wide eyed.
"What?" I hear Rogue ask.
"You will take part in the charting process of my pregnancy and witness the
miracle of birth. You won't be in the delivery room with me, we are going
to have it recorded so you will watch it afterward."
The class congratulates me and some of the girls touch my stomach.
"I can't believe you have a baby in there Mrs. Summers." I hear Rogue say.
A few months later.
Jean's POV
I'm already looking like I swallowed a Volkswagen beetle and I everyone
keeps touching my stomach like I'm the genie in Aladdin. I've already
yelled at Scott once today and I feel so bad. I keep telling him that I
don't mean it and he keeps telling me he understands.
Scott's POV
Jean is about six and a half months pregnant and her hormones are thrashing
everyone around her, even I. I know she doesn't mean it and she keeps
apologizing. I keep telling her that it's ok and she doesn't have to
apologize, we understand. I understand, I really do.
Jean waddles down the stairs and takes a seat on the couch she rubs her
belly and mutters something about her back hurting. As I always do I go
and rub her back till she falls asleep on the couch.
At about two am I feel Jean smack my arm.
"Scott can you get me some ice cream, vanilla, chocolate, whip cream."
"Sure sweetie." I say as I leave on the trip to get her special ice cream.
