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trouble writing this chapter, but I got some ideas from a few people, and I
thank them all as well. You're all helping me so much and making this so
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Oh, and I'm bringing Alex into this chapter, and I know his name in the
cartoon was Masters, but he did say in 'Adrift', that he was going to
change his name back to Summers, so that's what I did.
Chapter 4
Stepping out of the cab and looking up at the huge mansion before him, Alex Summers sighed and adjusted the shoulder strap of his bag, and began walking up the front steps. Unbeknownst to him, his older brother was watching from an upstairs window. A pair of arms slipped around his waist and Scott felt Jean's weight press against his back.
"What's wrong?" she asked quietly.
"Nothing."
"What are you looking at?"
"Alex is here." Scott turned away from the window.
"Wow, already, that was fast. He only e-mailed you, what three week ago?"
"Yeah." Scott slipped from her arms and crossed the room to sit on his bed.
"What's wrong?" Jean asked again tenderly as she sat down beside him. She slipped her fingers through his and squeezed gently. "Scott, what is it?"
"I don't know how to tell him." Scott said looking at Jean. "I really don't."
"You'll think of a way. Just come right out and tell him and get it over with. When you see him, say, "Ale, you're going to be an uncle,' and that's it. That's all you have to say." Jean reached out and cupped the side of his face and turned him to look at her. She stroked his cheek, feeling stubble from a few days of not shaving. Then she leaned in and kissed him.
Downstairs, Logan was lying on his back on a couch with his arms folded behind his head and was relaxing while watching a movie that was on TV. He was enjoying the peace and quiet around him and the time he was having to himself, when the doorbell rang.
"Gotta change that damn bell." He grumbled to himself as he arose from the very comfortable position he had been in. "That tune is just too damn cheery." He crossed the room and opened the glass front door. "What do you want?" he grumbled at Alex.
"Hi, I'm Scott's brother. You know me, I think."
"Yeah, so, you want a medal for that or something?"
"Huh?"
"It's about time, kid. Get in here." Logan shut the door behind him and resumed his position on the couch. "Scott should be down here in a few minutes. He undoubtedly was watching for you. You can wait here." Alex gulped and sat down on the couch across from the Canadian. "Yup, should be down here any minute now. Of course, he could be taking his own sweet time, which you and I get some more talking time together." Alex gulped again and let his eyes begin to wander around. This wasn't his first time to the institute, but this was first time inside it. It was bigger than it really looked. "So what' the weather like in Hawaii this time of year?"
"Same as it here, hot and humid." Alex answered. He heard movement on the stairs and turned to see Scott, with his arm around a girl's waist, walking down them. They were laughing.
"Hey, Alex!" Jean said hugging him.
"Hi, Jean, it's been a while."
"Yeah." Scott walked over and hugged his brother as well then stepped back and took Jean's hand.
"So are you two a couple now?" Alex asked.
"We've been a couple for a while. Almost eight months." Jean said sitting.
"Cool, so what's the big news you have for me?"
"Please sit." Scott said. Alex did. "Alex...you're going to be an uncle."
"No way." Alex said standing again. "You two are going to have a baby?"
Jean nodded. "But you have to promise not tell anyone, the adults already know, but you can not tell any of the other students."
"I swear."
Jean and Scott stared at him for a minute, and then said together, "Good."
"Put it down." Scott said walking into the kitchen. Jean scowled at him and put her coffee cup down.
"You know, this is very unfair." She said going over to a cabinet and taking down a canister. She retrieved a fresh cup and filled it with water then heated it up in the microwave. Next, she scooped out a little of the instant Decaf coffee and poured into the steaming water. Scott picked up her discarded cup of Regular and began drinking it. "Scott! That's cruel and unfair torture!"
Scott raised the cup to her. "Hey, it keeps you from drinking it."
"Oh, bite me, Summers." Jean snapped as she stirred her coffee. She felt Scott's arms wrap around her and his mouth nuzzle her neck. "Stop, I didn't mean it literally." Jean laughed.
"I guess those mood swings are starting, huh."
"Are you going to be this for the next seven months?" Jean sat down at the table with her coffee and looked at him. She reached for an apple from the communal bowl and set it down next to her cup.
"Yes, I am." Scott said sitting next to her. "Do you have any objections?"
"Yes, but the list is lengthy and I doubt you can sit still that long."
"Jean, are you actually insulting my patience?"
"No, I'm insulting your-" Jean started, but she was cut off as the kitchen door swung open, and Kitty and Amara walked in chattering and twittering away.
"Good morning." They said to the couple sitting at the table. Jean smirked and rose from her seat.
"We'll continue this conversation later, ok." Jean bowed her head and kissed Scott softly. He returned and watched her go as she left the kitchen.
"What's her problem?" Amara asked stirring her herbal tea.
Scott looked at her and shrugged. "I don't think she's feeling well."
Jean coughed as she kneeled in front of the toilet, feeling her stomach wrench inside her, and then its contents were in the toilet. Coughing, she reached up and pushed the lever down. She began coughing again and a second round made its way back up through her esophagus and out through her mouth. She caught her breath as the vomiting stopped for a minute and she placed her hand on her abdomen leaning back against the peach tile wall and wiping her forehead with the sleeve of her robe. She breathed in and out for several long minutes, and then started again.
Scott heard as her in the bathroom as he was walking to his room and stopped outside the door. Apparently she had gotten it on her way to her room, but she hadn't made it there in time, and the hall bathroom had been safest. He could bet that she was in there praying that no one heard her. She walked out a few minutes later, one hand wiping her forehead, the other holding her stomach. She looked very flushed, like she had a fever. She smiled at him and was enveloped into his strong arms and they walked to her room.
"I'm not going to ask if you're ok, but do you want to talk?" Scott asked sitting down in her desk chair and setting her in his lap.
"No, not really, I'd rather just stay like this." Jean wrapped her arms around his neck and placed her head on his chest to emphasize her point. Scott looked at her curled up against him and smiled. This was how things were meant to be.
"Jean?" he asked after a few minutes of silence.
"Yes?"
"I was thinking..."
"Don't hurt yourself."
Scott smirked. "You're funny. I was thinking, after, or maybe even before, the baby is born, that we should move into a room together."
"Yeah, I was thinking that, too, but I realized that aren't any rooms big enough in the institute for the two of us and a baby."
"Right, so, I was talking to Professor Xavier about it, and he suggested that we could move out into the boathouse."
Jean picked her head and blinked at him for a minute. "But, Scott, that place is so old, and is in desperate need of repair."
"I know, and the professor thought it would be a good idea, because well, he admitted that it is embarrassing to have that on the grounds in the state that it's in, and he would be more than happy to pay for us to fix it up, any way we want."
"Really?"
"Yeah, any way we want. He said he'll let us choose new siding, walls, windows, everything. Carpeting, tile, wallpaper, paint, the works."
"Scott, that sounds great. Did he tell you how long he thinks it'll take to repair the whole thing?"
Scott looked away for a moment and went into thought. "Well, the whole place needs it, the bedrooms, the den, the kitchen, bathrooms, plus the balcony on the second floor, and the deck in the back. I think, if the guys and I work really hard at it, five months, maybe six."
"That's not so bad, that'll give us time to even move into it."
"Yeah, except by then, you won't be doing anything strenuous."
"Will you let me do anything at all to help?"
"You can paint the nursery."
"Yeah."
"So you think this is a good idea?" Jean nodded, "You definitely want to do this?" Jean nodded again. "Good. Well, I have one more question then." Scott fumbled with something in his pocket.
"Shoot."
He withdrew a ring and held it in his hand. "Jean, will you marry me?" Jean stared at him bug-eyed for a minute, and he mouth dropped open. She felt herself nodding her head and then she thought she heard her voice.
"Yes." She squeaked. "Yes, Scott." Scott slid the ring onto her finger, white gold with a heart-shaped diamond. "Scott, it's beautiful."
"It was my Mom's. She gave it to me before Alex and I jumped the plane. I want you to have it, Jean, because I love you so much, and I want you to have something that means as much to me as you do."
"Oh, Scott." Jean cupped his face in her hands and kissed him tenderly, a kiss full of passion and meaning, but with the gentleness of a caress. "I love you, I love you so much." Jean whispered hugging Scott fiercely when they parted.
"I love you, too, Jean, I love you, too. From the depths of my heart, I love you."
Author's Note: Wow, that took me a while to write, but I finally got it done, and I'm so happy that I can finally post it, because I've been getting a lot of grief from my friends, who went online and read what I have done, to update soon, and so I finally did. YEAH! I hope you liked it, I know I did. Please review, if you want to, and I will post chapter 5 as soon as possible! (
Chapter 4
Stepping out of the cab and looking up at the huge mansion before him, Alex Summers sighed and adjusted the shoulder strap of his bag, and began walking up the front steps. Unbeknownst to him, his older brother was watching from an upstairs window. A pair of arms slipped around his waist and Scott felt Jean's weight press against his back.
"What's wrong?" she asked quietly.
"Nothing."
"What are you looking at?"
"Alex is here." Scott turned away from the window.
"Wow, already, that was fast. He only e-mailed you, what three week ago?"
"Yeah." Scott slipped from her arms and crossed the room to sit on his bed.
"What's wrong?" Jean asked again tenderly as she sat down beside him. She slipped her fingers through his and squeezed gently. "Scott, what is it?"
"I don't know how to tell him." Scott said looking at Jean. "I really don't."
"You'll think of a way. Just come right out and tell him and get it over with. When you see him, say, "Ale, you're going to be an uncle,' and that's it. That's all you have to say." Jean reached out and cupped the side of his face and turned him to look at her. She stroked his cheek, feeling stubble from a few days of not shaving. Then she leaned in and kissed him.
Downstairs, Logan was lying on his back on a couch with his arms folded behind his head and was relaxing while watching a movie that was on TV. He was enjoying the peace and quiet around him and the time he was having to himself, when the doorbell rang.
"Gotta change that damn bell." He grumbled to himself as he arose from the very comfortable position he had been in. "That tune is just too damn cheery." He crossed the room and opened the glass front door. "What do you want?" he grumbled at Alex.
"Hi, I'm Scott's brother. You know me, I think."
"Yeah, so, you want a medal for that or something?"
"Huh?"
"It's about time, kid. Get in here." Logan shut the door behind him and resumed his position on the couch. "Scott should be down here in a few minutes. He undoubtedly was watching for you. You can wait here." Alex gulped and sat down on the couch across from the Canadian. "Yup, should be down here any minute now. Of course, he could be taking his own sweet time, which you and I get some more talking time together." Alex gulped again and let his eyes begin to wander around. This wasn't his first time to the institute, but this was first time inside it. It was bigger than it really looked. "So what' the weather like in Hawaii this time of year?"
"Same as it here, hot and humid." Alex answered. He heard movement on the stairs and turned to see Scott, with his arm around a girl's waist, walking down them. They were laughing.
"Hey, Alex!" Jean said hugging him.
"Hi, Jean, it's been a while."
"Yeah." Scott walked over and hugged his brother as well then stepped back and took Jean's hand.
"So are you two a couple now?" Alex asked.
"We've been a couple for a while. Almost eight months." Jean said sitting.
"Cool, so what's the big news you have for me?"
"Please sit." Scott said. Alex did. "Alex...you're going to be an uncle."
"No way." Alex said standing again. "You two are going to have a baby?"
Jean nodded. "But you have to promise not tell anyone, the adults already know, but you can not tell any of the other students."
"I swear."
Jean and Scott stared at him for a minute, and then said together, "Good."
"Put it down." Scott said walking into the kitchen. Jean scowled at him and put her coffee cup down.
"You know, this is very unfair." She said going over to a cabinet and taking down a canister. She retrieved a fresh cup and filled it with water then heated it up in the microwave. Next, she scooped out a little of the instant Decaf coffee and poured into the steaming water. Scott picked up her discarded cup of Regular and began drinking it. "Scott! That's cruel and unfair torture!"
Scott raised the cup to her. "Hey, it keeps you from drinking it."
"Oh, bite me, Summers." Jean snapped as she stirred her coffee. She felt Scott's arms wrap around her and his mouth nuzzle her neck. "Stop, I didn't mean it literally." Jean laughed.
"I guess those mood swings are starting, huh."
"Are you going to be this for the next seven months?" Jean sat down at the table with her coffee and looked at him. She reached for an apple from the communal bowl and set it down next to her cup.
"Yes, I am." Scott said sitting next to her. "Do you have any objections?"
"Yes, but the list is lengthy and I doubt you can sit still that long."
"Jean, are you actually insulting my patience?"
"No, I'm insulting your-" Jean started, but she was cut off as the kitchen door swung open, and Kitty and Amara walked in chattering and twittering away.
"Good morning." They said to the couple sitting at the table. Jean smirked and rose from her seat.
"We'll continue this conversation later, ok." Jean bowed her head and kissed Scott softly. He returned and watched her go as she left the kitchen.
"What's her problem?" Amara asked stirring her herbal tea.
Scott looked at her and shrugged. "I don't think she's feeling well."
Jean coughed as she kneeled in front of the toilet, feeling her stomach wrench inside her, and then its contents were in the toilet. Coughing, she reached up and pushed the lever down. She began coughing again and a second round made its way back up through her esophagus and out through her mouth. She caught her breath as the vomiting stopped for a minute and she placed her hand on her abdomen leaning back against the peach tile wall and wiping her forehead with the sleeve of her robe. She breathed in and out for several long minutes, and then started again.
Scott heard as her in the bathroom as he was walking to his room and stopped outside the door. Apparently she had gotten it on her way to her room, but she hadn't made it there in time, and the hall bathroom had been safest. He could bet that she was in there praying that no one heard her. She walked out a few minutes later, one hand wiping her forehead, the other holding her stomach. She looked very flushed, like she had a fever. She smiled at him and was enveloped into his strong arms and they walked to her room.
"I'm not going to ask if you're ok, but do you want to talk?" Scott asked sitting down in her desk chair and setting her in his lap.
"No, not really, I'd rather just stay like this." Jean wrapped her arms around his neck and placed her head on his chest to emphasize her point. Scott looked at her curled up against him and smiled. This was how things were meant to be.
"Jean?" he asked after a few minutes of silence.
"Yes?"
"I was thinking..."
"Don't hurt yourself."
Scott smirked. "You're funny. I was thinking, after, or maybe even before, the baby is born, that we should move into a room together."
"Yeah, I was thinking that, too, but I realized that aren't any rooms big enough in the institute for the two of us and a baby."
"Right, so, I was talking to Professor Xavier about it, and he suggested that we could move out into the boathouse."
Jean picked her head and blinked at him for a minute. "But, Scott, that place is so old, and is in desperate need of repair."
"I know, and the professor thought it would be a good idea, because well, he admitted that it is embarrassing to have that on the grounds in the state that it's in, and he would be more than happy to pay for us to fix it up, any way we want."
"Really?"
"Yeah, any way we want. He said he'll let us choose new siding, walls, windows, everything. Carpeting, tile, wallpaper, paint, the works."
"Scott, that sounds great. Did he tell you how long he thinks it'll take to repair the whole thing?"
Scott looked away for a moment and went into thought. "Well, the whole place needs it, the bedrooms, the den, the kitchen, bathrooms, plus the balcony on the second floor, and the deck in the back. I think, if the guys and I work really hard at it, five months, maybe six."
"That's not so bad, that'll give us time to even move into it."
"Yeah, except by then, you won't be doing anything strenuous."
"Will you let me do anything at all to help?"
"You can paint the nursery."
"Yeah."
"So you think this is a good idea?" Jean nodded, "You definitely want to do this?" Jean nodded again. "Good. Well, I have one more question then." Scott fumbled with something in his pocket.
"Shoot."
He withdrew a ring and held it in his hand. "Jean, will you marry me?" Jean stared at him bug-eyed for a minute, and he mouth dropped open. She felt herself nodding her head and then she thought she heard her voice.
"Yes." She squeaked. "Yes, Scott." Scott slid the ring onto her finger, white gold with a heart-shaped diamond. "Scott, it's beautiful."
"It was my Mom's. She gave it to me before Alex and I jumped the plane. I want you to have it, Jean, because I love you so much, and I want you to have something that means as much to me as you do."
"Oh, Scott." Jean cupped his face in her hands and kissed him tenderly, a kiss full of passion and meaning, but with the gentleness of a caress. "I love you, I love you so much." Jean whispered hugging Scott fiercely when they parted.
"I love you, too, Jean, I love you, too. From the depths of my heart, I love you."
Author's Note: Wow, that took me a while to write, but I finally got it done, and I'm so happy that I can finally post it, because I've been getting a lot of grief from my friends, who went online and read what I have done, to update soon, and so I finally did. YEAH! I hope you liked it, I know I did. Please review, if you want to, and I will post chapter 5 as soon as possible! (