Kurt stared at Morgan, shocked. Pregnant? Morgan? It couldn't be! Stupidly, he sat there blinking, mind racing as he contemplated the irrevocable impact this would have on their lives. A father! It was something that he'd never expected to find in his own life, never thought he would have the chance of being. An opportunity to raise a child, his child. It was amazing. But was he ready for it? More over, was Morgan? Did she even intend on keeping the child? That thought made his blood run cold. It was not only her decision, and if she tried to make it so, he would fight her on it. The idea pained him, but he would not be able to idly stand by while she destroyed their child.

"Kurt, say something." Morgan said, her voice cracking with emotion. She stood with her back to him, and he could see that she was shaking slightly.

With a jumble of emotions tangling up his mind, Kurt said "I'm not sure what to say."

Morgan turned to him, and he saw tears sliding down her cheeks. "Ach, Liebe, please. Do not cry." He rose, and took a step toward her.

She took a step back from him, and held up a hand to fend him off. "Kurt, please. I need to know how you feel about this."

He sighed, and scrubbed a hand through his hair. "Ja. How I feel. Well," he paused, thinking. "I've got mixed feelings. I am shocked, certainly. I believe I need more time to contemplate this."

Silently, she regarded him for a moment, and then nodded, scrubbing at her eyes. "I suppose that's fair. It's all I've been able to think about for the past two days."

"How long have you known?" Kurt asked gently.

"I found out the night before last." She confessed. "I would have said something last night, but, I was having such a good time, I didn't want to ruin our date. I couldn't let another day go by without telling you though."

While he didn't like it, he certainly couldn't argue with the when of being told. "Ja. I understand. Have you, um." He paused. "What have you decided to do?"

Morgan shrugged. "I haven't really." She said. "Most of it depends on you. There's only one thing I'm sure about, and that is if possible, and Goddess willing, I will carry it to term. I couldn't bear the thought of getting rid of it."

Kurt released an inward sigh of relief. "And after it is born?" he asked.

"I don't know." She said. "I guess, if it's obviously a mutant, then either I'll keep it, or I'll find someone else who wants a child that can't have one."

Kurt took another step towards her, and was pleased when she didn't move away. "How do you feel about me, Schatz?"

Morgan looked at him sharply. "I don't blame you, if that's what you're trying to ask me. It takes two to make a child, and it would be unfair of me to place the blame solely on you. No, I blame statistics."

"Statistics?" he took another step, and was nearly within arms length.

"I was on the pill." She said. "So, either it stopped working, or you've got some amazing sperm."

Despite himself, he laughed. Taking the final step, he pulled her unresisting into his arms, and held her. "I will be there for you." He said softly, murmuring into her hair. "I will be there for you, and for our baby. You are right. Things will change. But I do not believe it will change how we feel about each other. I care for you very, very much Morgan."

"But you don't love me?" She asked softly, and he pulled away, catching her eyes with his and looking deeply into them.

"Can you honestly, right this minute and with no doubts, say that you love me?" He asked.

She sniffled. "Honestly? No. I do care for you a great deal, but I can't say one hundred percent for sure it's love."

"Well, neither can I." Kurt said. "That's not a bad thing, or a good thing. It just is."

Morgan nodded, then wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her face in his shoulder. "Oh, Kurt. I don't know why I was so afraid of telling you. I guess, I thought you'd be angry, or you'd insist that I keep it without asking me what I wanted to do, or you'd want to get married, or something."

Kurt paused. Married? That hadn't even occurred to him! It was absolutely, positively the right thing to do. He knew it, deep down inside, that if he wanted to do the right thing, that he should ask Morgan to marry him. However, it sounded as if that was the last thing that Morgan wanted.

Still, it wasn't as if he didn't have time to sway her around to his line of thinking. At the very least, they had four months, and that was if the child was born extremely premature. In which case, it would be lucky if the baby survived at all.

"Have you gone to a doktor yet?" he asked, and she shook her head.

"No. I'm pretty sure I'm not going to be able to just go to any old doctor for this." She said. "I mean, between the two of us..." she trailed off.

"Ja, it's what I was thinking. Well, perhaps you could come and stay with me? Well, not with me, but at Xavier's?" he asked tentatively. "We have a doktor on staff you know, and there would be plenty of things for you to do there. It is a school after all."

"I hadn't really thought about. I don't know if that's necessarily a good idea?"

"Why not?" He asked. "There is a doktor there, to be sure. Most of your needs will be seen too, room and board certainly. Then, of course, there's me," he gave her his most devilish smile. "What more could a girl want?"

Finally, a smile cracked on her face, and she giggled. "Let me think about it, okay?" She said, and he nodded.

"Of course." He said. Then, he bent, and kissed her softly. Hesitantly, she kissed him back. It sent tingles through him, and his tail coiled around her waist, drawing her closer. She shivered against him, and her hands slid up into the tangle of his hair, drawing him down for another kiss.

A key jangled in the lock, and abruptly, she sprang away from him, flushing crimson. Kurt felt his own cheeks coloring, and coughed. The door opened, and Margaret stepped into the house. "Morgan? Oh, there you are." She said. "Oh," her eyes widened. "why, hello Kurt! I had no idea you were coming over tonight! Oh dear, I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

"No!" Morgan said hastily. "No, not at all. We were just, ah-"

"Watching a movie." Kurt said. "Pirates of the Caribbean. Have you seen it?"

Margaret laughed. "Oh yes, only about a thousand times. It's Morgan's favorite movie you know." She set her purse down on an end table near the door, and heaved a heavy sigh. "Oh, I'm tired. I swear, Bingo night gets more and more tiring as the years go on."

"Oh, do you play Bingo?" Kurt asked.

Margaret dropped into a chair and kicked off her shoes, stretching her legs out in front of her. "No. But I help keep it organized down at the church. All those sweet old ladies can get really mean tempered sometimes. It's my job to make sure they've got everything they need and keep them happy."

"It's one of many things she does for her church." Morgan said. She sank down into the sofa, and Kurt sat next to her, carefully keeping space between them. "Mom is really active with the church."

"Ja? I do some work for the church myself." He said conversationally.

"Another one?" Kurt turned to see Morgan's father entering from the kitchen. Had he been there the whole time?

"Your home early dear." Margaret said. "Everything okay?"

"Larry's sick, and Ernie's being his normal whiney self. Most of the other guys are on vacation." He answered. "So Kurt, what brings you here."

"Ed, don't be hostile." Margaret chided. "The boy's just here to see Morgan."

Ed shrugged. "Hmph."

Morgan glanced at Kurt, and then took a deep breath. Was she about to do what he thought she was about to do?

"Mom, dad, there's something I, well, we, need to tell you." She said.

"Oh? What's that dear?" Margaret asked.

Deliberately, Morgan took Kurt's hand in hers, and shifted a bit closer to him. "Well, there's no easy way to say this so I'll just say it." She muttered. "I'm pregnant."

There was a moment of agonized silence, and then Ed turned to his wife. "Honey, I'll be right back." He said calmly. "I'm going to go get my gun."

Kurt's hand tightened on Morgan's in alarm as Ed turned and headed for the stairs.

"You get back here mister!" Margaret snapped. "You will do nothing of the kind." Ed sighed, and turned to his wife, then looked at Kurt. It was not a friendly look. "Morgan dear, are you sure?" she asked.

"Yes." Morgan said. "I'm positive. You should know, I'm going to keep it."

"Well of course you are!" Margaret said, clearly shocked that anything else might have occurred to her daughter. "Oh dear. It's not the most ideal situation is it?" She continued. "You two better get married soon then. There's nothing more unattractive than a pregnant bride."

"Married?" Morgan said. "No, mom, I'm not ready-"

"If you're ready to have a baby, then you're ready to get married." Ed said roughly. "Kurt, haven't you asked her yet?"

Kurt spread his hands helplessly. "It did not seem like a good time to bring it up." He answered, and Morgan rounded on him. He held up both hands to fend her off. "You did not seem to want to get married now, so I thought I wouldn't bring it up until you were ready to discuss it!"

"Ready to discuss-"She rose, shaking. "Well, any thoughts you were entertaining about bringing me around, you can just forget, Mr. Wagner." She hissed, and Kurt flinched. "And you two! How DARE you insinuate that me having this child under my terms, even if those terms don't include a wedding, are wrong! There is absolutely nothing wrong with not being married! I WILL not let some upstart, one way thinking religion that I don't even practice dictate to me what I can and can not do with my life!" Kurt winced. She was near yelling now, and his ears ached dully from the volume. "You!" She turned, and jabbed a finger at him. "You can just forget about me coming to live at Xavier's! There's absolutely no way that's going to happen now! And you two! Don't expect me to be here when you wake up in the morning, because I can garun-God-damn-tee that I won't be!" With that last furious statement, she fled the living room and up the stairs, slamming a door in the process.

"I think you should go now, Kurt honey." Margaret said. She rose, and went to him, taking his hands and urging him up. "She'll come around, she's just upset. She knows what the right thing to do is, I'm sure of it. You just go home, and I'll take care of her."

"But," Kurt said, and he took a step in the direction of the stairs. Ed planted himself firmly in front of him.

"No buts, Kurt." Ed said firmly. "Go. Don't worry, she'll calm down." Slowly, he cracked his knuckles. "Unless, of course, you'd like to discuss this with me outside."

Kurt shook his head. Again, he could understand Ed's point of view. "No sir." He answered. "Please, will you ask Morgan to call me?"

"Of course dear." Margaret said.

Kurt cast one longing look at the stairs, and with a heavy sigh, teleported out of the Flannigan home, and into the night.

Thanks for bearing with me everyone. I'm afraid I outright removed this story, because I wasn't happy with a few things. I'm currently undergoing a MAJOR overhaul of the last seven chapters I've written, but these first six were good enough for posting, so I re-posted them and left it at that. Sorry if this has messed anything up for some of you, but it was something that I absolutely had to do.

Might be a week or two before the next chapter comes up, but don't worry, it'll be a doozy!

-Gialia Spiritdancer