Please, remember that I'm French so I had to translate the whole fic before making correct it (thanks to ET and Double27) and mistakes always goes through.

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Like each morning since Scott's death, Jean had woken in this bed became too big, cold and hostile. The scent of the man she loved was beginning to disappear and this feeling of loneliness was growing. Only one thing helped her to hold on : the child she was carrying, Scott's child, the fruit of their love.

Her pregnancy wasn't detracting Jean's attention and was not sparing her these perpetual nauseas. Jean was fastened to this baby, it helped her to accept the idea of getting up each morning to spend another day and this despite her soul-mate's absence.

Jean was beginning to see a slight budge taking form under her waist; her breast had swelled too, but ample clothes were enough to camouflage these metamorphosis. Little by little, her future child was developing and, the telepath she was, strengthened the link which were weaving between she and it.

Nevertheless, she still couldn't resolve herself to announce her pregnancy to her friends, she didn't feel herself able to, even if she was aware she would not be able to hide it for a long time. Despite it, she could only survive, taking her responsibilities for this baby who didn't have to pay for the tragedy which had cost its father's life. Jean had to strive to construct a new life without Scott, each day equalled its pain, each day was a fight, but she had to do it for their child

Jean acted like usual and ate something before getting up –some twenty minutes later– to prevent having her stomach turned round by getting to her feet. Having said that, despite this precaution, after having washed and slipped on something ample, it was still as much nauseating when she went out of her bedroom, unwilling to stay here alone.

It was not yet 8a.m., but she could hear noises coming from the kitchen. Despite her illness worsening with the scents of the pan-cakes or, worse, eggs, she resolved herself to slowly make her way to it ; she won't stay alone in the living room, not today.

It was Ororo. Listening absentmindedly the program broadcasted on TV, she was preparing the breakfast for the instructors.

- "Jean…!" startled Storm when she became aware of her presence "you've surprised me; do you want to eat something ?"

The telepath shook her head, suppressing the nausea engendered by this simple suggestion. She silently sat down to the table, looking at the television's program without really seeing it, while listening Ororo making her best to engage a conversation.

- "Today is the first day of the students' holidays, so I think we'll be quiet for a while, all of them will sleep late, overall after yesterday with Wolverine."

Jean couldn't help to remember that, at this period of the year, she and Scott used to take the opportunity of this free day to get away from the Institute to spend time together only both of them…

Ororo, noticing that her friend had just lost herself in her memory, let her some instants, dealing with the coffee until she heard her slightly sigh. Storm cast a comprehensive glance to her, and said:

- "I don't know if you have noticed it –or if Hank or Logan had told you about that–, but Rogue had made really good progress in achieving to control her powers"

Jean temporarily turned her eyes away from the TV'screen, without looking up at her friend for all that, and said in a neutral voice:

- "…that's good for her, I knew she'd achieve it…thanks to that she won't be afraid of herself anymore…"

Ororo knew that Jean's lack of enthusiasm wasn't to take literally and that the whole sentence she had just formulated proved that she was glad for the young mutant. Moreover, a day like this one, a month after Scott's death, Storm knew that Jean's emotional state was at its lowest level; and furthermore, since the tragedy, she was always most withdrawn on Mondays.

- "I've heard you get up last night" said the Weather Witch by switching off the coffee maker before coming closer of her friend "You've been sick again, haven't you ?"

The telepath nodded:

- "…it's nothing..." she answered in the hope of ending the discussion.

- "All the same, it's going on" made notice the mutant in a calm voice "Jean, I'm worried about you, not only emotionally, but also physically. You eat almost nothing and, what you agree to swallow in addition, you don't keep it all the time; you couldn't bear some scents anymore, you're as white as a sheet, you spend your time sleeping, but you seem to be as much tired; you…" Ororo cut herself opened mouth. Associating all these symptoms, something had just occurred to her, something so obvious that she asked herself how she could not have understood it earlier… "…Oh my god Jean, you're pregnant, that's it ?" she asked, hoping not to make a mistake.

The young woman became taut at these words, but Storm hadn't the intention to give the game away overall that Jean's reaction was only accentuating her presumptions.

- "That's it, isn't it ? Jean, please, look at me" she asked in a soft voice "Jean, look at me"

The telepath closed her eyes some instants, sighed softly to give herself some courage, before slowly turning her head toward Ororo and looked up at her for the first time since weeks.

- "Am I right ? you're pregnant ?"

Jean looked down again, slightly bit her lower lip and nodded.

- "…about three and half months…" she said even before Ororo could ask her the question "…I know it since a month, day for day…" She added as a tear, soon followed by another one, had escaped at her control and was clearing its way down her cheek.

Storm had just slowly sank into a chair near her and took some instants to recover from her emotions.

- "One month day for day…but that means…oh my god, the day you were so radiant without us knowing why, the day of…"

Jean didn't even bother to hold back her tears which had begun to silently flow out. Storm saw here the answer of her question, but another one came:

- "Why haven't you told it to us Jean ?" she asked by placing her hand on her friend's one.

- "…I…I dunno, I couldn't…" articulated Jean by pressing her other hand on her cheeks, wiping her tears away, at least temporally, "…something was preventing me from doing it…I was afraid…afraid that by making it official I risk to lost it too…" she said before choking back a sob "…this baby…it's the only thing remaining from him… it's all Scott had left to me …"

Storm felt the tears came in her eyes.

- "Did…did HE know about it?" she asked tactfully.

To be continued….

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