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I heard the sound of little footsteps approaching. I turned and saw Lara, a huge smile on her face, clutching Ororo's hand. When she saw that I noticed her, she tugged her hand free and ran forward, tail flicking back and forth behind her. She raised her arms as she drew near, and I complied to the unspoken demand, scooping her up and hugging her close. She hugged me tightly around my neck and gave me a sloppy, sticky kiss before pressing her small, blue-furred cheek to mine.
After a minute she began struggling to get down. Again, I complied. "I made you a sandwich, Daddy," she said proudly, pointing to the plate in Ororo's hand.
"Did you? What kind?" I crouched down so we were eye to eye.
"Peanut butter and jelly. I had one, too."
That explained her sticky face. Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches did not mix with fur. So of course, Lara absolutely loved them. She walked over to Ororo and reached for the plate. Ororo handed it to her with a smile before looking to me.
"Any news?" she asked as she stepped closer.
I shook my head, throat constricting, as I stood. Ororo embraced me. "We are all here for you, Kurt. You can talk to any of us if you need to." I hugged her back.
"Danke, mein Freund," I whispered in her ear. Lara started tugging on my tail to get my attention. I looked down at her, eyebrow raised. "Ja?"
"Your sandwich," she said, holding up the plate. I sat down, leaning against the wall, and took the plate from her. She crawled into my lap, making me wonder how I was going to eat the sandwich. I eyed the sandwich with globs of jelly oozing out and wondered if I could eat it without getting as sticky as my daughter.
Ororo walked over to Logan's side and quietly spoke to him. Lara seemed to see him for the first time, squealing at the sight of her Uncle Wolvie. Jubilee had taken it upon herself to see that Lara used the same pet name as she did. Lara scrambled out of my lab to go see Logan, kicking me in the stomach as she went, making me wince.
"Uncle Wolvie! Uncle Wolvie!" She tripped in her rush to get to him, but Logan caught her before she fell. He lifted her above his head, making her laugh.
I smiled at the sight of the two of them. I was very glad that she had not asked me about Catrina yet.
Catrina stood at the top of the stairs and smiled down at Kurt. She spun, making the skirt of her dress flare out. "What do you think?" she asked. Her dress was the same blue as Kurt's fur, and she had a silver shawl draped over her shoulders that she had knit.
"Sie sind schön," he told her warmly.
Her smile turned soft. "Danke, Liebe," she responded as she walked down the stairs. She had taught herself German. Kurt didn't know why she didn't ask him for help, but he was surprised and pleased by the dedication she showed to learning his native tongue. She kissed him in greeting. "You don't look too bad yourself."
He wore a pair of black slacks and a pale blue shirt. She scowled when she saw the image inducer on his wrist. She hated it when he wore the image inducer, hated that he hid himself. He simply told her that if she wanted to go nice places he needed to wear it. When she replied that she would be perfectly happy at the mansion with him, he replied that she deserved to be spoiled. She had decided not to argue that point, but still hated seeing him with the inducer.
She sighed and looked up at him. He watched as her eyes deepened from blue into purple. He loved watching her eyes change color. Especially when they turned purple. A year into their relationship, he had noticed that her eyes turned purple very often around him, and he finally asked what it meant. She said her eyes turned purple when she was feeling love for someone.
"Are you going to tell me what you have planned for the evening, Herr Wagner?"
"Nein, Fräulein Lewis," he offered her his arm, which she took with a grin. "It's a surprise."
They arrived at a nice Italian restaurant that Kurt knew Catrina loved. He made sure to check the image inducer before going in, knowing from experience that Catrina would not tell him if it wasn't on. Even if it meant the two of them being chased out of the restaurant.
They were seated fairly quickly, and Catrina ordered her usual, lasagna. Kurt teased her about her predictability, and she told him that she knew what she liked. She held his hand for a long time, smoothing his fur and tracing his fingers as if to reassure herself that he hadn't changed.
They sat and talked for a long time after eating. Kurt loved how they could still find things to talk about after being together for two years. During a pause in the conversation, he reached across the table and gripped her hand in both of his. She looked quizzically at him; he knew that she could sense his pulse racing with her powers.
"Catrina," he started slowly. She placed her free hand on top of his, eyes turning gray. "You don't have to be worried, liebchen. I have been thinking lately about how close we've been getting. And I realized that I don't want to loose you. So I have something important to ask you, mein Liebe." He pulled back one hand to dig into a pocket, bringing out a small box.
"Wille heiraten Sie mich?" Kurt opened the box as he asked the question, revealing a diamond ring.
Catrina gasped, eyes widening and changing colors faster than Kurt had ever seen. First they were yellow in surprise, then blue in happiness, then purple in love, and they kept flashing between the three. "Yes! Oh God, Kurt, yes." Tears welled in her eyes as he slipped the ring onto her finger.
Kurt stood, pulling Catrina up with him. He walked around the table so he stood at her side, and, holding her tight, kissed her. "I can believe you proposed wearing that stupid image inducer," she whispered as she half-laughed, half-cried in happiness.
"You ready to make a quick exit?" he asked. She nodded, smiling. He turned off the image inducer, and she kissed him deeply, both ignoring the gasps of the people surrounding them.
Translations:
German:
Danke, mein Freund—Thank you, my friend
Ja—Yes
Sie sind schön—You are beautiful
Danke, Liebe—Thank you, love
Herr—Mr.
Fräulein—Ms
Liebchen—darling
Wille heiraten Sie mich?—Will you marry me?
I heard the sound of little footsteps approaching. I turned and saw Lara, a huge smile on her face, clutching Ororo's hand. When she saw that I noticed her, she tugged her hand free and ran forward, tail flicking back and forth behind her. She raised her arms as she drew near, and I complied to the unspoken demand, scooping her up and hugging her close. She hugged me tightly around my neck and gave me a sloppy, sticky kiss before pressing her small, blue-furred cheek to mine.
After a minute she began struggling to get down. Again, I complied. "I made you a sandwich, Daddy," she said proudly, pointing to the plate in Ororo's hand.
"Did you? What kind?" I crouched down so we were eye to eye.
"Peanut butter and jelly. I had one, too."
That explained her sticky face. Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches did not mix with fur. So of course, Lara absolutely loved them. She walked over to Ororo and reached for the plate. Ororo handed it to her with a smile before looking to me.
"Any news?" she asked as she stepped closer.
I shook my head, throat constricting, as I stood. Ororo embraced me. "We are all here for you, Kurt. You can talk to any of us if you need to." I hugged her back.
"Danke, mein Freund," I whispered in her ear. Lara started tugging on my tail to get my attention. I looked down at her, eyebrow raised. "Ja?"
"Your sandwich," she said, holding up the plate. I sat down, leaning against the wall, and took the plate from her. She crawled into my lap, making me wonder how I was going to eat the sandwich. I eyed the sandwich with globs of jelly oozing out and wondered if I could eat it without getting as sticky as my daughter.
Ororo walked over to Logan's side and quietly spoke to him. Lara seemed to see him for the first time, squealing at the sight of her Uncle Wolvie. Jubilee had taken it upon herself to see that Lara used the same pet name as she did. Lara scrambled out of my lab to go see Logan, kicking me in the stomach as she went, making me wince.
"Uncle Wolvie! Uncle Wolvie!" She tripped in her rush to get to him, but Logan caught her before she fell. He lifted her above his head, making her laugh.
I smiled at the sight of the two of them. I was very glad that she had not asked me about Catrina yet.
Catrina stood at the top of the stairs and smiled down at Kurt. She spun, making the skirt of her dress flare out. "What do you think?" she asked. Her dress was the same blue as Kurt's fur, and she had a silver shawl draped over her shoulders that she had knit.
"Sie sind schön," he told her warmly.
Her smile turned soft. "Danke, Liebe," she responded as she walked down the stairs. She had taught herself German. Kurt didn't know why she didn't ask him for help, but he was surprised and pleased by the dedication she showed to learning his native tongue. She kissed him in greeting. "You don't look too bad yourself."
He wore a pair of black slacks and a pale blue shirt. She scowled when she saw the image inducer on his wrist. She hated it when he wore the image inducer, hated that he hid himself. He simply told her that if she wanted to go nice places he needed to wear it. When she replied that she would be perfectly happy at the mansion with him, he replied that she deserved to be spoiled. She had decided not to argue that point, but still hated seeing him with the inducer.
She sighed and looked up at him. He watched as her eyes deepened from blue into purple. He loved watching her eyes change color. Especially when they turned purple. A year into their relationship, he had noticed that her eyes turned purple very often around him, and he finally asked what it meant. She said her eyes turned purple when she was feeling love for someone.
"Are you going to tell me what you have planned for the evening, Herr Wagner?"
"Nein, Fräulein Lewis," he offered her his arm, which she took with a grin. "It's a surprise."
They arrived at a nice Italian restaurant that Kurt knew Catrina loved. He made sure to check the image inducer before going in, knowing from experience that Catrina would not tell him if it wasn't on. Even if it meant the two of them being chased out of the restaurant.
They were seated fairly quickly, and Catrina ordered her usual, lasagna. Kurt teased her about her predictability, and she told him that she knew what she liked. She held his hand for a long time, smoothing his fur and tracing his fingers as if to reassure herself that he hadn't changed.
They sat and talked for a long time after eating. Kurt loved how they could still find things to talk about after being together for two years. During a pause in the conversation, he reached across the table and gripped her hand in both of his. She looked quizzically at him; he knew that she could sense his pulse racing with her powers.
"Catrina," he started slowly. She placed her free hand on top of his, eyes turning gray. "You don't have to be worried, liebchen. I have been thinking lately about how close we've been getting. And I realized that I don't want to loose you. So I have something important to ask you, mein Liebe." He pulled back one hand to dig into a pocket, bringing out a small box.
"Wille heiraten Sie mich?" Kurt opened the box as he asked the question, revealing a diamond ring.
Catrina gasped, eyes widening and changing colors faster than Kurt had ever seen. First they were yellow in surprise, then blue in happiness, then purple in love, and they kept flashing between the three. "Yes! Oh God, Kurt, yes." Tears welled in her eyes as he slipped the ring onto her finger.
Kurt stood, pulling Catrina up with him. He walked around the table so he stood at her side, and, holding her tight, kissed her. "I can believe you proposed wearing that stupid image inducer," she whispered as she half-laughed, half-cried in happiness.
"You ready to make a quick exit?" he asked. She nodded, smiling. He turned off the image inducer, and she kissed him deeply, both ignoring the gasps of the people surrounding them.
Translations:
German:
Danke, mein Freund—Thank you, my friend
Ja—Yes
Sie sind schön—You are beautiful
Danke, Liebe—Thank you, love
Herr—Mr.
Fräulein—Ms
Liebchen—darling
Wille heiraten Sie mich?—Will you marry me?