YOU'RE WHAT!?
Chap. 7
Disclaimer- I wish I owned X-Men: Evolution, but alas, I do not... I envy Marvel...
Author's Notes,
Yay! I wrote 3 chapters in 2 days! I just feel so inspired! YAY!!! Anywho, it's a month later! They are 8 MONTHS PREGNANT!!! Wow... Anywho, I'm gonna put the craving Hiei Obsessed suggested in it. Magneto shows up in this one and he's more like the one in the movie than in the cartoon. Sorry! Now, TigerStorm had a question for me. He or she said:
"What's with the Magneto thing? I don't get it. If they all have different baby's daddies then why'd the prof. just say "it's Magneto", if before he said that they had different dads? Did I miss something?"
I'm so sorry, TigerStorm! Actually, the 3 pregnant chicks were asking who JEAN'S baby's daddy was. I might not have written that clear enough. Sorry! I would have written this in the last chapter but I didn't see your review until after I wrote that! So, as a recap for everyone who's confused:
They each have different baby's daddies.
The babies are all mutants.
Jean's baby was the spawn of Magneto.
The prof. was able to tell them, using cerebro, that all of the baby's were genetically different so he didn't suspect the same father for each of them.
AND-
I'm an idiot. ^_^ Sorry! Maybe I can clear it up a bit in this chapter!
+++ Telepathic Communication... +++
8 MONTHS PREGNANT! One month later...
Chap. 7
Seafood Salad... Yummy!
~*~ Xavier's P.O.V. ~*~
"Charles, what do you want?" Magneto asked. He sat down in the large leather chair across from my desk boredly.
"To talk to you." I said calmly, despite my excitement. Finally he was here! After giving me the run around for months he gave in to my request to speak with him.
"I know that, Charles!" He laughed and his booming voice filled my study.
+++ Rogue, Ororo, and Kitty! I need to see you in my study! +++ I called telepathically. "Of course..." I muttered and shuffled the medical reports on my desk.
"Alright. What do you wish to speak with me about? I'm sure you didn't bug me for a month to have tea."
"Two months, actually..." I grumbled. "And I did not call for tea. I wish to speak with you about a student of mine and ask you if you're actually so sick that you'd do this to her." I said and held up a picture of Jean while pregnant. Magneto looked at it and laughed.
"You've got to be kidding!" He said and his laughter filled the room once again. He leaned in. "I assure you, Charles, I have no interest in this child of yours. Perhaps you should blame one of the males at the institute." He laughed again and sat back in his chair.
"Magneto! Do NOT toy with me! She was artificially inseminated and the baby contained your DNA!" I snapped.
"Liar! Is this some kind of game of yours Charles? Where is this girl? I'd like to speak with her." Magneto said with a sour look of malice on his face.
"You can't." I said, venom dripping from my words. "She's dead."
"Died in childbirth?" He asked.
"No, she committed suicide because of you. She couldn't handle having the baby and jumped to her death. We did a DNA test on the dead baby's skin tissue and found your DNA. The baby also, according to Jean's diary, was able to float things. She listed everything the baby floated." I handed him Jean's diary entree.
"Pens, bras, earrings, paperclips, a computer mouse, hair ties, a camera... Is the child's ability to make women's underclothing float in the air supposed to mean something to me?" Magneto asked.
"Grr... All of those items contain metal of some sort! The child had your powers!" I cried. Magneto frowned.
"I don't believe you. This woman did not jump to her death, she was not pregnant with my child, and you have become a liar!" He jumped up and turned. He stopped when he saw Ororo, Kitty, and Rogue all standing in the doorway. He gasped when he saw their inflated stomachs.
"Professa? What's he doin' here?" Rogue asked angrily.
"They... I... No! I didn't do it! I have too many brats already! Why would I???" He turned back around and asked me.
"Hmm... I didn't think so. But just incase, I'll need to look into your memories to see what you were doing 8 months ago." I said.
"No! You will not look into my memories!" He insisted.
"It's the only way to prove your innocence."
"I can't trust-- Ugh!" He was cut off my Rogue's ungloved hand catching his throat. She held on for several seconds before letting go and collapsing into the chair. She looked dizzy and disoriented but started picking through the memories.
"8... months ago he was tryin' ta build... a workin' tank from tin foil... there ain't any memories of... this..." Rouge said slowly.
"Thank you, Rogue." I said, surprised by her plan.
"No prob..."
~*~ Ororo's P.O.V. ~*~
(2 Hours Later)
"A little to the left." I told Logan. He was helping me move all of the baby stuff into the left side of my room. After it'd been extended Xavier brought the bassinette he bought for the baby in and had it dressed in a creamy tan color. Then he said it didn't look right empty and placed a little stuffed bear in it. The students in the institute pooled their money together and got each of the expecting mothers a dresser for the baby's clothes. They were made of a beautiful lightwood and matched my bassinette perfectly. I went out and bought some beautiful baby clothes last week and laid them carefully in the dresser.
"Yeah, yeah..." Logan groaned and moved the dresser a bit more to the left. "Where do you want the diaper thingy?" He asked and gestured to the baby-changing table, which was already holding diapers, wipes, and baby powder. A tan cushion lay on the top and everything was ready for the baby.
"Right there." I smiled and pointed. He moved it while trying not to knock any diapers off. I couldn't move the new furniture into place last night but decided to put everything up anyways. I smiled when he dropped it into place and surveyed my room. Plants lined the balconies. (I was given another balcony when they knocked down the wall.) The bed was covered in the same shade of tan as the bassinette and the curtains matched. With all of the windows and the sunroof open the room was airy and clean and I had a sudden urge to sing. I restrained myself, thankfully.
"That it?" Logan asked.
"Yes. That should be all. Thank you, Logan." I smiled. He just huffed and left my room.
~*~ Rogue's P.O.V. ~*~
"A lil bit more blue cheese..." I muttered as I fixed my salad.
"What's dat, chere?" Remy asked and gestured to the dish I was preparing.
"This, dear swamp rat, is a seafood salad with freshly boiled shrimp, crisp lettuce, carrots, banana slices, grilled fish, blue cheese, and nuts." I listed off the ingredients and added more blue cheese.
"Shrimp? Grilled fish? Banana? Nuts? De belle makin' a salad or a buffet?" Remy asked. I laughed.
"Hey, Ah didn't ask to have strange cravings! Ah just got 'em an' now Ah gotta put up with 'em." I assured him. I placed a few more baby carrots on top. "You gonna make yerself some lunch?" I asked.
"Nah. Rem's not hungry." He said and pulled my stool back. I smiled and sat. I started to eat a baby carrot and looked over at him. The Cajun charmer. He was famous for getting any girl he wanted. Of course, having empathy as one of his powers might have something to do with that.
"Hey, Rem?" I asked.
"Yes, chere?" He turned to me and met my gaze.
"Why... Ah mean... Why are ya here?" I paused and looked at his puzzled expression.
"Well, de chere invited Rem over for lunch, remember?" He asked. I frowned and dropped my fork.
"Not that... Ah meant ta say, why are ya here with me? Ah mean, ya could get any girl ya wanted easy, so why'd ya pick me? Ah can't touch, Ah'm gothic, unpopular, not all that pretty, and right now Ah'm pregnant and about to have a kid..." I listed all of these things off on my fingers and suddenly felt like ugly old used toilet paper that'd been rotting in a sewer for a month. Man, I've got NOTHING going for me! He frowned and I swear, it looked like he was about to scream at me and storm off.
"How can de beautiful belle ask Remy LeBeau such a t'ing?" He asked and I felt his gloved hand slip into mine. He slid off his ever-present shades and I noticed that his deep red eyes almost glowed.
"I just... I'm not pretty like the other girls that flirt with you... And... God, Remy! I'm pregnant!" I cried. I swung myself around to face him fully and my salad knocked over and fell to the ground. I disregarded the salad and stared at him. A few tears slid from the corners of my eyes and ran down my powdered cheeks.
"And Rem don' care, belle! Yer de most beautiful, kind, and witty person Ah eva met, chere! An' Ah love ya!" He said and rapped his arms around me. I rested my face on his shoulder and cried into his shirt silently.
"You do?" I asked and lifted my head to look at his face. My gothic makeup was smeared and I looked like a piece of trash.
"Yes, chere. Ah love ya." He said and kissed my hair. I broke down in sobs after that. Who could blame me? The finest guy I'd ever seen had just proclaimed his love for me twice and h*ll, I was about due for a hormonal mood swing!
"Ah... Ah love ya too, Rem..." I whispered. He gave me a comforting squeeze and pulled back. He grabbed my napkin and started dabbing it on my face. After a few seconds, all of the makeup had been washed off and I was left without the dark and paling makeup that I was never seen without. He smiled and stood.
"Now, since de chere's food's ruined, why don' she let her bo cook her some food? How's de belle feel about chili?" He asked and started to clean up my mess of a salad. I nodded. Remy was one of the best southern cooks you could find up in Yankee country. I smiled weakly and he set to work.
"Thank ya, darlin'." I told him. He smiled.
~*~ Kitty's P.O.V. ~*~
(I don't put enough Kurtty in, do I?)
"Oh, I just love my room!" I squealed and looked around. Kurt smiled and scratched his head before resuming the moving process. He hung a net in the corner of the baby's side of the room slowly.
"Vy does ze baby need a hammock?" He asked. I smiled.
"It's not a hammock, silly! It's, like, a net for all the baby's toys and stuffed animals!" I laughed.
"Oh. But de baby has no stuffed animals." He pointed out.
"No, but it will soon enough!" I said. Oh, I was in a good mood! I just... I felt so energized!!! I giggled and twirled around a bit, which is pretty difficult for a pregnant girl.
"Alright..." He said.
"Kurt, thanks for, like, filling in for Logan! I can't believe he got called away on a mission so quickly!" I said and sat on my bed. Logan was supposed to help me move in but he was apparently "busy" or something. Personally, I'd bet 20 bucks that he just went out to get some smokes or liquor.
"It's no problem, Keety. I'm just glad I can help ze cause." He said with a smile.
"Thanks, Kurt. Hey, can you put the dresser over there?" I asked and pointed at an unoccupied section of the wall. He pushed and found that he couldn't move it, so instead he teleported it and himself over to the spot it was supposed to be in. A cloud of sulfur filled the room and the horrible smell invaded my senses. I was gonna be sick... I rushed to the bathroom and fell down at the toilet before I upchucked my lunch and a good portion of my breakfast. Kurt looked panicked. He rushed into the bathroom and tried looking for a way to help. He then noticed that I'd worn my hair down today and it was falling around my face. He pulled it back for me and tried to stomach the smell of the vomit and sight of it coming from my mouth.
"Keety! I am sooooooo sorry!!!" He cried as I finished. I nodded weakly and flushed before heading for the sink. I swished some water in my mouth and spit repeatedly. I then cleaned my face a bit and washed my hands. While I was brushing my teeth, I turned to him.
"It's ok. It was gonna come up sooner or later." I said and shrugged.
"Oh... Still... I should 'ave known better than to teleport around you..." He hung his head. I frowned and hugged him.
"Don't worry about it!"
"But you vere feeling better before I did zat!" He insisted.
"Grr... If you, like, wanna make me feel better, then I guess you can finish helping me fix the room up, ok?" I suggested. He nodded. We spent 3 hours moving everything the old fashioned way. After that, we went downstairs and ate chili together. I actually saw Rouge down there without makeup!
TBC
So... How'd ya like it? I've been shooting these chapters out lately, haven't I? Anywho, my mom and grandma just started reading it! Oh no! They've been bugging me about it forever and I finally caved! So, this is officially parent approved! ^_^
GUESS WHAT!!! There'll be a baby next chapter!!! The next one will be the LAST monthly thing! I think... Don't sue me if I do another one! It's 9 months next chapter!!! YAY! It's what we've been waiting for, for about... 7 chapters! Wow! You guys (And girls! I'm not sexist! I'm female!) are patient! Personally, I'd have held the authoress at gunpoint by now and MADE her write!
//Piotra:// That's why she updated so quickly. She's afraid you'll start acting on your threats.
//Akurei:// Well, can you blame them?
//Piotra:// No. I blame you.
//Akurei:// It's nice to know I have such an active and supportive muse... Maybe I should get Sota, Jota, Mota, Aota, and Bota in here...
(Sota, Jota, Mota, Aota, and Bota are five purple penguins I created soon after Piotra. They love to "play" with Piotra. Jota's blind due to a blue penguin named Felize beating him up, but the rest are just wierd. Sota's the leader, Jota's the funny one, Mota and Bota are grunts and like to point out the obvious, and Aota's the got-to guy and most sencable one. They're all male, but Jota's my baby.)
//Piotra:// NOOOOOOO!!! I'll be good! I swear! Here! Take this! *Hands me a piece of paper.*
//Akurei:// *Reads paper.* Hey! This is a plan for what happens during childbirth! *Laughs* Hey, this is pretty good! Were you holding out on me???
//Piotra:// I was saving it until you hit 9 months...
//Akurei:// Wow! Were you working on this the whole time?
//Piotra:// Yes.
//Akurei:// I'm impressed! It's hilarious! If I tweak it a bit we can use it!
//Piotra:// REALLY???
//Akurei:// Why not? It's not like I've got many funny ideas for childbirth.
//Piotra:// AWESOME!!! So, who do we do first???
//Akurei:// I'll tell ya when the reviewers can't hear me, ok?
//Piotra:// Yeah! Ok, reviewers, we love ya, but go away! ^_^
//Akurei:// DON'T TICK OFF THE REVIEWERS!!! Ok, bye!!!
~ Akurei and Piotra ~
Chap. 7
Disclaimer- I wish I owned X-Men: Evolution, but alas, I do not... I envy Marvel...
Author's Notes,
Yay! I wrote 3 chapters in 2 days! I just feel so inspired! YAY!!! Anywho, it's a month later! They are 8 MONTHS PREGNANT!!! Wow... Anywho, I'm gonna put the craving Hiei Obsessed suggested in it. Magneto shows up in this one and he's more like the one in the movie than in the cartoon. Sorry! Now, TigerStorm had a question for me. He or she said:
"What's with the Magneto thing? I don't get it. If they all have different baby's daddies then why'd the prof. just say "it's Magneto", if before he said that they had different dads? Did I miss something?"
I'm so sorry, TigerStorm! Actually, the 3 pregnant chicks were asking who JEAN'S baby's daddy was. I might not have written that clear enough. Sorry! I would have written this in the last chapter but I didn't see your review until after I wrote that! So, as a recap for everyone who's confused:
They each have different baby's daddies.
The babies are all mutants.
Jean's baby was the spawn of Magneto.
The prof. was able to tell them, using cerebro, that all of the baby's were genetically different so he didn't suspect the same father for each of them.
AND-
I'm an idiot. ^_^ Sorry! Maybe I can clear it up a bit in this chapter!
+++ Telepathic Communication... +++
8 MONTHS PREGNANT! One month later...
Chap. 7
Seafood Salad... Yummy!
~*~ Xavier's P.O.V. ~*~
"Charles, what do you want?" Magneto asked. He sat down in the large leather chair across from my desk boredly.
"To talk to you." I said calmly, despite my excitement. Finally he was here! After giving me the run around for months he gave in to my request to speak with him.
"I know that, Charles!" He laughed and his booming voice filled my study.
+++ Rogue, Ororo, and Kitty! I need to see you in my study! +++ I called telepathically. "Of course..." I muttered and shuffled the medical reports on my desk.
"Alright. What do you wish to speak with me about? I'm sure you didn't bug me for a month to have tea."
"Two months, actually..." I grumbled. "And I did not call for tea. I wish to speak with you about a student of mine and ask you if you're actually so sick that you'd do this to her." I said and held up a picture of Jean while pregnant. Magneto looked at it and laughed.
"You've got to be kidding!" He said and his laughter filled the room once again. He leaned in. "I assure you, Charles, I have no interest in this child of yours. Perhaps you should blame one of the males at the institute." He laughed again and sat back in his chair.
"Magneto! Do NOT toy with me! She was artificially inseminated and the baby contained your DNA!" I snapped.
"Liar! Is this some kind of game of yours Charles? Where is this girl? I'd like to speak with her." Magneto said with a sour look of malice on his face.
"You can't." I said, venom dripping from my words. "She's dead."
"Died in childbirth?" He asked.
"No, she committed suicide because of you. She couldn't handle having the baby and jumped to her death. We did a DNA test on the dead baby's skin tissue and found your DNA. The baby also, according to Jean's diary, was able to float things. She listed everything the baby floated." I handed him Jean's diary entree.
"Pens, bras, earrings, paperclips, a computer mouse, hair ties, a camera... Is the child's ability to make women's underclothing float in the air supposed to mean something to me?" Magneto asked.
"Grr... All of those items contain metal of some sort! The child had your powers!" I cried. Magneto frowned.
"I don't believe you. This woman did not jump to her death, she was not pregnant with my child, and you have become a liar!" He jumped up and turned. He stopped when he saw Ororo, Kitty, and Rogue all standing in the doorway. He gasped when he saw their inflated stomachs.
"Professa? What's he doin' here?" Rogue asked angrily.
"They... I... No! I didn't do it! I have too many brats already! Why would I???" He turned back around and asked me.
"Hmm... I didn't think so. But just incase, I'll need to look into your memories to see what you were doing 8 months ago." I said.
"No! You will not look into my memories!" He insisted.
"It's the only way to prove your innocence."
"I can't trust-- Ugh!" He was cut off my Rogue's ungloved hand catching his throat. She held on for several seconds before letting go and collapsing into the chair. She looked dizzy and disoriented but started picking through the memories.
"8... months ago he was tryin' ta build... a workin' tank from tin foil... there ain't any memories of... this..." Rouge said slowly.
"Thank you, Rogue." I said, surprised by her plan.
"No prob..."
~*~ Ororo's P.O.V. ~*~
(2 Hours Later)
"A little to the left." I told Logan. He was helping me move all of the baby stuff into the left side of my room. After it'd been extended Xavier brought the bassinette he bought for the baby in and had it dressed in a creamy tan color. Then he said it didn't look right empty and placed a little stuffed bear in it. The students in the institute pooled their money together and got each of the expecting mothers a dresser for the baby's clothes. They were made of a beautiful lightwood and matched my bassinette perfectly. I went out and bought some beautiful baby clothes last week and laid them carefully in the dresser.
"Yeah, yeah..." Logan groaned and moved the dresser a bit more to the left. "Where do you want the diaper thingy?" He asked and gestured to the baby-changing table, which was already holding diapers, wipes, and baby powder. A tan cushion lay on the top and everything was ready for the baby.
"Right there." I smiled and pointed. He moved it while trying not to knock any diapers off. I couldn't move the new furniture into place last night but decided to put everything up anyways. I smiled when he dropped it into place and surveyed my room. Plants lined the balconies. (I was given another balcony when they knocked down the wall.) The bed was covered in the same shade of tan as the bassinette and the curtains matched. With all of the windows and the sunroof open the room was airy and clean and I had a sudden urge to sing. I restrained myself, thankfully.
"That it?" Logan asked.
"Yes. That should be all. Thank you, Logan." I smiled. He just huffed and left my room.
~*~ Rogue's P.O.V. ~*~
"A lil bit more blue cheese..." I muttered as I fixed my salad.
"What's dat, chere?" Remy asked and gestured to the dish I was preparing.
"This, dear swamp rat, is a seafood salad with freshly boiled shrimp, crisp lettuce, carrots, banana slices, grilled fish, blue cheese, and nuts." I listed off the ingredients and added more blue cheese.
"Shrimp? Grilled fish? Banana? Nuts? De belle makin' a salad or a buffet?" Remy asked. I laughed.
"Hey, Ah didn't ask to have strange cravings! Ah just got 'em an' now Ah gotta put up with 'em." I assured him. I placed a few more baby carrots on top. "You gonna make yerself some lunch?" I asked.
"Nah. Rem's not hungry." He said and pulled my stool back. I smiled and sat. I started to eat a baby carrot and looked over at him. The Cajun charmer. He was famous for getting any girl he wanted. Of course, having empathy as one of his powers might have something to do with that.
"Hey, Rem?" I asked.
"Yes, chere?" He turned to me and met my gaze.
"Why... Ah mean... Why are ya here?" I paused and looked at his puzzled expression.
"Well, de chere invited Rem over for lunch, remember?" He asked. I frowned and dropped my fork.
"Not that... Ah meant ta say, why are ya here with me? Ah mean, ya could get any girl ya wanted easy, so why'd ya pick me? Ah can't touch, Ah'm gothic, unpopular, not all that pretty, and right now Ah'm pregnant and about to have a kid..." I listed all of these things off on my fingers and suddenly felt like ugly old used toilet paper that'd been rotting in a sewer for a month. Man, I've got NOTHING going for me! He frowned and I swear, it looked like he was about to scream at me and storm off.
"How can de beautiful belle ask Remy LeBeau such a t'ing?" He asked and I felt his gloved hand slip into mine. He slid off his ever-present shades and I noticed that his deep red eyes almost glowed.
"I just... I'm not pretty like the other girls that flirt with you... And... God, Remy! I'm pregnant!" I cried. I swung myself around to face him fully and my salad knocked over and fell to the ground. I disregarded the salad and stared at him. A few tears slid from the corners of my eyes and ran down my powdered cheeks.
"And Rem don' care, belle! Yer de most beautiful, kind, and witty person Ah eva met, chere! An' Ah love ya!" He said and rapped his arms around me. I rested my face on his shoulder and cried into his shirt silently.
"You do?" I asked and lifted my head to look at his face. My gothic makeup was smeared and I looked like a piece of trash.
"Yes, chere. Ah love ya." He said and kissed my hair. I broke down in sobs after that. Who could blame me? The finest guy I'd ever seen had just proclaimed his love for me twice and h*ll, I was about due for a hormonal mood swing!
"Ah... Ah love ya too, Rem..." I whispered. He gave me a comforting squeeze and pulled back. He grabbed my napkin and started dabbing it on my face. After a few seconds, all of the makeup had been washed off and I was left without the dark and paling makeup that I was never seen without. He smiled and stood.
"Now, since de chere's food's ruined, why don' she let her bo cook her some food? How's de belle feel about chili?" He asked and started to clean up my mess of a salad. I nodded. Remy was one of the best southern cooks you could find up in Yankee country. I smiled weakly and he set to work.
"Thank ya, darlin'." I told him. He smiled.
~*~ Kitty's P.O.V. ~*~
(I don't put enough Kurtty in, do I?)
"Oh, I just love my room!" I squealed and looked around. Kurt smiled and scratched his head before resuming the moving process. He hung a net in the corner of the baby's side of the room slowly.
"Vy does ze baby need a hammock?" He asked. I smiled.
"It's not a hammock, silly! It's, like, a net for all the baby's toys and stuffed animals!" I laughed.
"Oh. But de baby has no stuffed animals." He pointed out.
"No, but it will soon enough!" I said. Oh, I was in a good mood! I just... I felt so energized!!! I giggled and twirled around a bit, which is pretty difficult for a pregnant girl.
"Alright..." He said.
"Kurt, thanks for, like, filling in for Logan! I can't believe he got called away on a mission so quickly!" I said and sat on my bed. Logan was supposed to help me move in but he was apparently "busy" or something. Personally, I'd bet 20 bucks that he just went out to get some smokes or liquor.
"It's no problem, Keety. I'm just glad I can help ze cause." He said with a smile.
"Thanks, Kurt. Hey, can you put the dresser over there?" I asked and pointed at an unoccupied section of the wall. He pushed and found that he couldn't move it, so instead he teleported it and himself over to the spot it was supposed to be in. A cloud of sulfur filled the room and the horrible smell invaded my senses. I was gonna be sick... I rushed to the bathroom and fell down at the toilet before I upchucked my lunch and a good portion of my breakfast. Kurt looked panicked. He rushed into the bathroom and tried looking for a way to help. He then noticed that I'd worn my hair down today and it was falling around my face. He pulled it back for me and tried to stomach the smell of the vomit and sight of it coming from my mouth.
"Keety! I am sooooooo sorry!!!" He cried as I finished. I nodded weakly and flushed before heading for the sink. I swished some water in my mouth and spit repeatedly. I then cleaned my face a bit and washed my hands. While I was brushing my teeth, I turned to him.
"It's ok. It was gonna come up sooner or later." I said and shrugged.
"Oh... Still... I should 'ave known better than to teleport around you..." He hung his head. I frowned and hugged him.
"Don't worry about it!"
"But you vere feeling better before I did zat!" He insisted.
"Grr... If you, like, wanna make me feel better, then I guess you can finish helping me fix the room up, ok?" I suggested. He nodded. We spent 3 hours moving everything the old fashioned way. After that, we went downstairs and ate chili together. I actually saw Rouge down there without makeup!
TBC
So... How'd ya like it? I've been shooting these chapters out lately, haven't I? Anywho, my mom and grandma just started reading it! Oh no! They've been bugging me about it forever and I finally caved! So, this is officially parent approved! ^_^
GUESS WHAT!!! There'll be a baby next chapter!!! The next one will be the LAST monthly thing! I think... Don't sue me if I do another one! It's 9 months next chapter!!! YAY! It's what we've been waiting for, for about... 7 chapters! Wow! You guys (And girls! I'm not sexist! I'm female!) are patient! Personally, I'd have held the authoress at gunpoint by now and MADE her write!
//Piotra:// That's why she updated so quickly. She's afraid you'll start acting on your threats.
//Akurei:// Well, can you blame them?
//Piotra:// No. I blame you.
//Akurei:// It's nice to know I have such an active and supportive muse... Maybe I should get Sota, Jota, Mota, Aota, and Bota in here...
(Sota, Jota, Mota, Aota, and Bota are five purple penguins I created soon after Piotra. They love to "play" with Piotra. Jota's blind due to a blue penguin named Felize beating him up, but the rest are just wierd. Sota's the leader, Jota's the funny one, Mota and Bota are grunts and like to point out the obvious, and Aota's the got-to guy and most sencable one. They're all male, but Jota's my baby.)
//Piotra:// NOOOOOOO!!! I'll be good! I swear! Here! Take this! *Hands me a piece of paper.*
//Akurei:// *Reads paper.* Hey! This is a plan for what happens during childbirth! *Laughs* Hey, this is pretty good! Were you holding out on me???
//Piotra:// I was saving it until you hit 9 months...
//Akurei:// Wow! Were you working on this the whole time?
//Piotra:// Yes.
//Akurei:// I'm impressed! It's hilarious! If I tweak it a bit we can use it!
//Piotra:// REALLY???
//Akurei:// Why not? It's not like I've got many funny ideas for childbirth.
//Piotra:// AWESOME!!! So, who do we do first???
//Akurei:// I'll tell ya when the reviewers can't hear me, ok?
//Piotra:// Yeah! Ok, reviewers, we love ya, but go away! ^_^
//Akurei:// DON'T TICK OFF THE REVIEWERS!!! Ok, bye!!!
~ Akurei and Piotra ~