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Natural—First, thanks for reviewing! No, I don't take German. I'm trying to teach it to myself, although it's not going to well. I invite everyone to correct my translations. Hopefully, there aren't too many mistakes!
I tried my best to eat the sandwich Lara had brought for me. It was messy and not easy, but I managed not to get peanut butter and jelly everywhere. When I finished, Lara started squirming in Logan's arms. When he put her down, she came back to me, and climbed in my lap.
"Am I a jungle gym today?" I asked her, eyebrows raised, as I helped her to prevent unnecessary kicking.
"Nein," she said giggling.
"Well, that's good to know."
"Daddy," she said, quieting, brown eyes so like her mother's serious. "Where's Mommy?"
I took a shaky breath. "Mommy was hurt badly today, liebchen. Dr. Hank is working very hard to make her better, and everyone is praying for her." I brushed a lock of hair out of her face. "Do you understand, Lara?"
She nodded solemnly. "I'll pray, too."
That did it. I hugged her close and the tears that had been threatening all day broke loose. She hugged me back and gave me another kiss.
"Mommy will be ok, Daddy," she assured me. I didn't say anything, not wanting to promise anything I couldn't keep. I let her go, and she gave me one more kiss before climbing down.
I looked up and found Logan and Ororo watching us, Ororo will tears running down her face. Lara walked over and grabbed Logan's hand. "C'mon, Uncle Wolvie. We hafta pray for Mommy."
I raised an eyebrow at Lara's choice of the two. I couldn't remember the last time I saw Logan pray. He hesitated slightly before allowing her to lead him off. Ororo came over to give me another embrace and collect the plate before following.
Kurt was curled up in an armchair, relaxing and reading, when he heard someone approach. He glanced up and saw Catrina walking towards him. He smiled and marked his place.
"Guten Morgen, Frau," he greeted her.
"Guten Abend," she corrected. "And I have a name, which you seem to be forgetting more and more lately. Worried you'll say the name of another woman?"
"Oh, ja, you found me out."
She eyed the chair before settling on the arm. "I thought that was it." She paused before continuing. "Kurt, I'm going to ask you a question and I want you to answer honestly."
"All right," he said warily.
"What do you really think about having children?"
They had had this conversation before. "I've told you, Liebe. I don't think it's safe to bring a child into the world now."
She was quiet. "Is it because you're afraid they'll look like you?" she finally asked, softly.
He looked away, lips compressed in a tight line. "You don't know what it was like growing up looking like this. I don't wish that on anyone. Especially not my own child."
"You're right. I don't know."
They were both quiet for a time. Then Catrina spoke again, very quietly. "And if I told you I'm pregnant?"
Kurt looked at her, eyes wide. "Was?" he gasped. "Really?" She nodded, biting her lower lip. He shouted and leapt to his feet, pulling her up with him. He hugged her tight, and kissed her deeply.
"I guess that answers that question," she said, laughing.
"Ich liebe dich, Catrina," he whispered, cupping her face.
"So to get you to use my name, I have to say I'm pregnant," she mused. The she studied his face. "Are you really happy?"
"Ja," he said truthfully. "I really am."
"Good. I am, too."
I was alone again in the hall, the only one who had to face that ominous door. I do not know how long I stood there, staring into space with dark thoughts drifting through my head before the door opened once more. This time it was not Annie who came, but Hank. His cat-like eyes were tired, and his whole face sagged.
"Hank, tell me its good news," I said, voice barely more than a whisper.
"Kurt," he started slowly. "Her heart stopped during the operation..."
My howl cut him off and my knees gave out. My breathing became ragged and the laughing face of the man who had killed my wife appeared in my mind.
Translations:
German:
Nein—no
Liebchen—darling
Guten Morgen, Frau—Good morning, Wife
Guten Abend—Good evening
Ja—yes
Liebe—Love
Was—What
Ich liebe dich—I love you
Natural—First, thanks for reviewing! No, I don't take German. I'm trying to teach it to myself, although it's not going to well. I invite everyone to correct my translations. Hopefully, there aren't too many mistakes!
I tried my best to eat the sandwich Lara had brought for me. It was messy and not easy, but I managed not to get peanut butter and jelly everywhere. When I finished, Lara started squirming in Logan's arms. When he put her down, she came back to me, and climbed in my lap.
"Am I a jungle gym today?" I asked her, eyebrows raised, as I helped her to prevent unnecessary kicking.
"Nein," she said giggling.
"Well, that's good to know."
"Daddy," she said, quieting, brown eyes so like her mother's serious. "Where's Mommy?"
I took a shaky breath. "Mommy was hurt badly today, liebchen. Dr. Hank is working very hard to make her better, and everyone is praying for her." I brushed a lock of hair out of her face. "Do you understand, Lara?"
She nodded solemnly. "I'll pray, too."
That did it. I hugged her close and the tears that had been threatening all day broke loose. She hugged me back and gave me another kiss.
"Mommy will be ok, Daddy," she assured me. I didn't say anything, not wanting to promise anything I couldn't keep. I let her go, and she gave me one more kiss before climbing down.
I looked up and found Logan and Ororo watching us, Ororo will tears running down her face. Lara walked over and grabbed Logan's hand. "C'mon, Uncle Wolvie. We hafta pray for Mommy."
I raised an eyebrow at Lara's choice of the two. I couldn't remember the last time I saw Logan pray. He hesitated slightly before allowing her to lead him off. Ororo came over to give me another embrace and collect the plate before following.
Kurt was curled up in an armchair, relaxing and reading, when he heard someone approach. He glanced up and saw Catrina walking towards him. He smiled and marked his place.
"Guten Morgen, Frau," he greeted her.
"Guten Abend," she corrected. "And I have a name, which you seem to be forgetting more and more lately. Worried you'll say the name of another woman?"
"Oh, ja, you found me out."
She eyed the chair before settling on the arm. "I thought that was it." She paused before continuing. "Kurt, I'm going to ask you a question and I want you to answer honestly."
"All right," he said warily.
"What do you really think about having children?"
They had had this conversation before. "I've told you, Liebe. I don't think it's safe to bring a child into the world now."
She was quiet. "Is it because you're afraid they'll look like you?" she finally asked, softly.
He looked away, lips compressed in a tight line. "You don't know what it was like growing up looking like this. I don't wish that on anyone. Especially not my own child."
"You're right. I don't know."
They were both quiet for a time. Then Catrina spoke again, very quietly. "And if I told you I'm pregnant?"
Kurt looked at her, eyes wide. "Was?" he gasped. "Really?" She nodded, biting her lower lip. He shouted and leapt to his feet, pulling her up with him. He hugged her tight, and kissed her deeply.
"I guess that answers that question," she said, laughing.
"Ich liebe dich, Catrina," he whispered, cupping her face.
"So to get you to use my name, I have to say I'm pregnant," she mused. The she studied his face. "Are you really happy?"
"Ja," he said truthfully. "I really am."
"Good. I am, too."
I was alone again in the hall, the only one who had to face that ominous door. I do not know how long I stood there, staring into space with dark thoughts drifting through my head before the door opened once more. This time it was not Annie who came, but Hank. His cat-like eyes were tired, and his whole face sagged.
"Hank, tell me its good news," I said, voice barely more than a whisper.
"Kurt," he started slowly. "Her heart stopped during the operation..."
My howl cut him off and my knees gave out. My breathing became ragged and the laughing face of the man who had killed my wife appeared in my mind.
Translations:
German:
Nein—no
Liebchen—darling
Guten Morgen, Frau—Good morning, Wife
Guten Abend—Good evening
Ja—yes
Liebe—Love
Was—What
Ich liebe dich—I love you