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Chapter 6
After the incident at Christmas, Jean had been very irritable, and apparently right. Two days after telling Kitty and Amara to keep their mouths shut, the whole institute knew, and Jean and Scott both got pelted with questions and advice. After three days of it, she walked into his room, slammed the door shut, locked it, and collapsed onto his bed crying. Scott had immediately gone over to her, collected her in his arms, and held her until she stopped crying.
After, he dried her tears and kissed her gently. They talked for an hour or so about what to do, and finally decided, it was time to come clean. That afternoon, Logan and Hank gathered everyone into the foyer and Jean and Scott made their announcement. They also stated that they would be moving in together, and after the baby was born, they would be moving into the boathouse. Jean made it clear, very clear, that she did not want to be bothered by everyone about this, unless they were willing to pay the consequences; and Bobby being Bobby, just couldn't resist and had to ask what they were.
"Ten extra laps." Scott said, and looked to Logan, who popped his claws and stared straight at Bobby. Bobby had shut up immediately.
After they had spoken to everyone, Jean and Scott made plans to share his room until they moved into the boathouse, and the next day he helped Jean pack her things into boxes and bring them to his room. While they were unpacking, they began discussing how repairs on the boathouse were progressing.
"Well," Scott started as he began shelving her many books above his desk with his own. "The new siding is done. I made it clear to Logan and Hank that I wanted that done before winter started, and we got it done by the end of October. After, I wanted to start work on the flooring downstairs, and have Logan, Hank, Bobby, Remy, and Alex re-do the walling in the basement. I got all the tile and new floorboards down in two weeks and then helped them with the rest of the basement. After that, we started tearing down all the old wallpaper. You and I should look at some this weekend while we're out, and new carpet and paint as well. I know you want yellow for the nursery."
"I do, I think that's a very calming color for a baby's room."
"Me, too." Scott got down off the chair he had been standing on to retrieve more books. He climbed back and began shelving them. "After New Year's, I want to get back to work in the kitchen and den, and get rid of all those old appliances. I told Professor Xavier about them, and of course he already knew, and of course he told me that he was going to pay for all new appliances and counters. We should look at those, too. Then after that we'll start work upstairs. We have to tear up the carpet in all three bedrooms, and the tile in the both bathrooms, and take the nasty green wallpaper down in the hallway."
Jean turned from where she was putting clothes that she could no longer wear into boxes. "When you say nasty, how nasty?"
"Puke green."
"Oh, that is nasty."
"Yeah, it's a really disgusting shade of green. I think I'll spare you from having to see it."
"Thank you. How much longer do you think the repairs are going to take? I'm due in March, Scott."
"I know, not much longer, a month and a half maybe. We should be done by mid or late February."
"That's good news." Jean said standing up. She put her hand to her stomach and sat down on the bed. "Scott, come here." She said, a little breathy.
"You ok?" he asked sitting beside her.
"Yeah, give me your hand." Jean took his hand and placed it where she had had hers. "I think the baby just kicked." She whispered.
"Already?"
"Yeah, around six months you should start to feel the baby kick. Wait, maybe you'll feel it." Both were silent for several minutes. Jean held Scott's hand to her stomach while he waited. He finally felt a tiny tap against his fingers.
"Oh, Jean." He smiled at her and she returned it, her face glowing.
The following weekend the two walked around the mall, hand in hand in a joyous trance. They did the maternity shopping Scott had promised, and bought several shirts, jumpers, and a few pairs of pants. Scott wanted to treat Jean to ice cream, but she downright protested. Afterwards, Scott drove them to the local Lowes. There, Jean picked up a catalogue and circled in it, the models of appliances they saw that they liked. She also circled, tile, carpeting, and counters. Once they reached the paint area, Jean spent a good fifteen minutes choosing the shade of yellow that she wanted. Together they chose colors for the other two bedrooms, bathrooms, kitchen, den, and basement, lots of shades of blue, and cream, and off- white. All very simple, the way they both liked it.
"Are you going to let me do anything in the boathouse at all?" Jean asked as they walked out of the store and into the parking lot. The wind picked up around them and Scott wrapped his arm around Jean's waist for warmth.
"Of course I will, you can paint."
"And..."
"And you can bring light boxes out. Jean, you know you shouldn't be doing strenuous work. I know you want to help, but you're pregnant, and I'm not letting you do hard work."
"Is that what's wrong with her? From here she looks fat, Summers!"
Jean and Scott both looked up to see Duncan and his gang of football cronies walking up to them.
"What are you doing here, Mathews?" Scott demanded, keeping a tight hold on Jean.
"Buying firewood, my Mom's boyfriend is too lazy to chop it, and he won't tell me where the axe is."
"Come on, Duncan, I know you're stupid, but even you can come up with a better excuse than that." Jean retorted.
"At least I'm not the one who got knocked up."
Jean gasped and her mouth formed an 'O'. "Hey, don't talk to her like that!" Scott shouted.
"What are you going to do about, Summers, blast me across me the parking lot? You know if you do, I'll have you charged with attempted murder, and you'll go behind bars and never see your precious tease, or your stupid kid ever again."
"First of all, Dunc, Jean is no tease, and don't you ever call her that again. Second, I'm not going to do that because no matter how hard I try, I'll never be able to sink as you, Mathews. You're lower than low. You're just a sad, sorry excuse for a man, and a pseudo-jock. You cheated on all of your tests to stay on the football team, and paid people off to keep their mouths shut."
"Too late now, isn't it, we're out of high school."
"Yeah, but I just happen to know that you also cheated on your S.A.T.s as well. I don't know how that's even possible, but you managed it, because there is no way a guy like you can get into Harvard with your grades. I'm betting you copied off of one your 'friends', or switched the tests, so they went to the wrong college, and you went to the better one. Probably just to do what you're good at. Ruin girl's lives. You seem like the kind of guy to me that would rather date an academic girl so you can cheat off her. You probably did switch the tests, because I know that these guys you call friends are smarter than you, and you know how I know that? They don't cheat on their 'girlfriends'. Come on, Jean." Scott took her hand and led her away to his car. Behind them they could hear Duncan's goons cursing him out. Jean looked to Scott and smiled at him.
"I bet you've been wanting to do that for a long time."
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that for, Jean."
"I bet I have an inkling."
"I like these, they're top of line." Hank said as he flipped through the catalogue with Jean and Scott and looking at the appliances they had chosen.
"You think you'll have any trouble installing them?" Scott asked.
Hank shook his blue furry head. "Please, Scott. Don't insult me."
"Yeah, Scott, don't insult Hank, he's the real McCoy. Literally." Jean said with a light laugh in her voice. Hank and Scott burst with laughter.
"Ok, how's this for a question? How's that balcony?"
"Why, what's wrong with it?" Jean asked looking from Scott to Hank and back to Scott.
"It's very unstable." Hank said closing the catalogue. "It's so old, and the supports are rotted out. I don't know much longer it'll stay up for."
"Is it reparable?"
"No, we have to tear the whole thing down and rebuild it." Scott said. "From scratch. Oh, we should've looked at wood for it while we were out. Shit."
"Don't worry about it, Scott. Once you talk the rest of this over with Charles," Hank motioned to the catalogue, "you, Jean, and Logan can go back and order all this, and pick up the tile and carpeting, and you can pick out the wood you two want. Pick something out for the deck as well, and a sealer for it, too."
"What's wrong with the deck?" Jean asked.
"Nothing, it just needs to be patched up in a few places and power-washed to the extreme." Scott said. "I know there's a power-washer in the garage somewhere."
"Is there anything else you want to share with me about the boathouse?"
"No, not really, Jean, I don't think there's anything else that's wrong. The plumbing and the electric work just fine." Hank said.
"What about the heat?"
"Yeah, that's fine, too. I checked everything while I was down in the basement. It's all fully functional."
"Is there air-conditioning?" Scott asked.
"No, but it shouldn't be a problem to install." Hank said confidently.
"Then we can call this meeting adjourned?" Jean asked standing. "I think I'm going to be sick."
A few days later Scott and the other guys got back to work on the boathouse and worked hard for the next four weeks. In that time, they completed tearing up the rest of the carpet and tile, and tearing down the wallpaper. The new appliances were ordered and arrived, and were installed, (along with an AC system), by Hank and Logan. Also in that time, the baby furniture was ordered, Jean and Scott, and Logan got the paint, new tile, and carpet, and wood, and repairs on the deck were completed. The last things that needed to be done were the balcony, painting, and the installment of the carpet, and tile.
Scott had promised Jean that she could help paint, and he kept that promise, but since the paint gave off fumes, he didn't let her paint at long intervals. They waited until all the painting was done before putting in the tile and carpet. Jean looked at the rooms proudly and just couldn't wait to move in.
"Now, for that dreaded balcony." Hank said a few days later as they were cleaning up the left over supplies. Logan snorted and Scott smirked at him.
"Come on, it shouldn't be that bad."
"No, but I don't want, Bobby helping with it. Alex and Remy, fine, but Bobby is just way too crazy to help with it. It's already unstable already, and I don't think adding an unstable kid to the equation wouldn't equal out just right."
Scott and Hank just laughed.
"Alex, watch it!" Scott yelled as he pushed a new beam up against the side of the house. The plan for the balcony was, to take it apart piece by piece and completely rebuild it. What Scott and Jean had decided was to double the original size of it to match the size of the deck, and support it underneath with beams so that they could have shade on the deck. Jean was so excited about it; it was all she could talk about.
"Oh, I can't wait, Scott." She said as they went to bed that night.
"Yes, Jean." Scott said with a smile. He reached over onto his nightstand and switched the light out. Jean cuddled up beside him. She was now seven and a half months pregnant, and finally showing. Scott could still manage to wrap his arm around her at night, and he did this night. Jean made a sound of contentment and quickly fell asleep...
...He was in pain, immense amounts of pain. He lay crumbled, broken, bleeding... Pain, so much pain, so much pain. Then, he fell into darkness, he fell from her sight, and he was gone...
Jean shot up in her sleep in a cold sweat. Scott stirred beside her and sat up as well. "Sweetheart, what's wrong?" he asked stroking her hair. "Jean?"
"Hold me, Scott." She said turning and clinging to him. Scott wrapped his arms around her and laid them back down on the bed.
"Jean, what happened, tell me what's wrong?" he asked quietly, looking into her eyes.
"Please don't do any work on the boathouse tomorrow, Scott, stay here with me."
"Jean, all we have left to do is take down the balcony and build the new one. We're taking it down tomorrow. That's it, and putting up the beams for the new one. It'll be ok. Why, did you have a vision or something?"
"I don't know what I saw, Scott. But you were in so much pain... and then you fell into darkness, and I couldn't feel you anymore. Please, don't go tomorrow, Scott. Please."
"Ok, ok, relax, don't cry, sweetheart." Scott said gently as he rubbed her back. "Jean, just take a deep breath, and try and go back to sleep, ok. I'm right here."
Jean did and shut her eyes. "Good girl." Scott whispered, and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. Then he shut his eyes as well and fell asleep.
Jean woke in the morning and opened her eyes slowly. She expected to find Scott lying beside her, but when she didn't, she got up immediately. She found a note on the nightstand from him.
Jean, Good morning, honey, hope you slept well. I got up early to go out and work on the balcony with the other guys, and you were sleeping so peacefully I just couldn't wake you. You looked too beautiful. I promise I'll be careful, and I promise I'll be back around noon. How about we go out for lunch, unless you're still too sick. Whatever you want to do.
I love you. Scott
Jean clutched the note to her heart and felt it crinkle in her grasp. After reading it through another two times, she folded it up and placed it in the nightstand. Then she showered and dressed and went down to the kitchen for breakfast.
She was just beginning to wash the dishes when Hank walked into the kitchen. "Jean?"
She looked up. "Yeah, you guys done already?" she asked.
"Jean, there's been an accident." He said quietly. Jean gasped, and she heard her plate shatter on the floor.
Author's Note: Uh, oh, what happened? I'm scared, too, and I'm the one writing it! I'm working on the next chapter right now! Don't worry. Please review. RedPhoenix1821
Chapter 6
After the incident at Christmas, Jean had been very irritable, and apparently right. Two days after telling Kitty and Amara to keep their mouths shut, the whole institute knew, and Jean and Scott both got pelted with questions and advice. After three days of it, she walked into his room, slammed the door shut, locked it, and collapsed onto his bed crying. Scott had immediately gone over to her, collected her in his arms, and held her until she stopped crying.
After, he dried her tears and kissed her gently. They talked for an hour or so about what to do, and finally decided, it was time to come clean. That afternoon, Logan and Hank gathered everyone into the foyer and Jean and Scott made their announcement. They also stated that they would be moving in together, and after the baby was born, they would be moving into the boathouse. Jean made it clear, very clear, that she did not want to be bothered by everyone about this, unless they were willing to pay the consequences; and Bobby being Bobby, just couldn't resist and had to ask what they were.
"Ten extra laps." Scott said, and looked to Logan, who popped his claws and stared straight at Bobby. Bobby had shut up immediately.
After they had spoken to everyone, Jean and Scott made plans to share his room until they moved into the boathouse, and the next day he helped Jean pack her things into boxes and bring them to his room. While they were unpacking, they began discussing how repairs on the boathouse were progressing.
"Well," Scott started as he began shelving her many books above his desk with his own. "The new siding is done. I made it clear to Logan and Hank that I wanted that done before winter started, and we got it done by the end of October. After, I wanted to start work on the flooring downstairs, and have Logan, Hank, Bobby, Remy, and Alex re-do the walling in the basement. I got all the tile and new floorboards down in two weeks and then helped them with the rest of the basement. After that, we started tearing down all the old wallpaper. You and I should look at some this weekend while we're out, and new carpet and paint as well. I know you want yellow for the nursery."
"I do, I think that's a very calming color for a baby's room."
"Me, too." Scott got down off the chair he had been standing on to retrieve more books. He climbed back and began shelving them. "After New Year's, I want to get back to work in the kitchen and den, and get rid of all those old appliances. I told Professor Xavier about them, and of course he already knew, and of course he told me that he was going to pay for all new appliances and counters. We should look at those, too. Then after that we'll start work upstairs. We have to tear up the carpet in all three bedrooms, and the tile in the both bathrooms, and take the nasty green wallpaper down in the hallway."
Jean turned from where she was putting clothes that she could no longer wear into boxes. "When you say nasty, how nasty?"
"Puke green."
"Oh, that is nasty."
"Yeah, it's a really disgusting shade of green. I think I'll spare you from having to see it."
"Thank you. How much longer do you think the repairs are going to take? I'm due in March, Scott."
"I know, not much longer, a month and a half maybe. We should be done by mid or late February."
"That's good news." Jean said standing up. She put her hand to her stomach and sat down on the bed. "Scott, come here." She said, a little breathy.
"You ok?" he asked sitting beside her.
"Yeah, give me your hand." Jean took his hand and placed it where she had had hers. "I think the baby just kicked." She whispered.
"Already?"
"Yeah, around six months you should start to feel the baby kick. Wait, maybe you'll feel it." Both were silent for several minutes. Jean held Scott's hand to her stomach while he waited. He finally felt a tiny tap against his fingers.
"Oh, Jean." He smiled at her and she returned it, her face glowing.
The following weekend the two walked around the mall, hand in hand in a joyous trance. They did the maternity shopping Scott had promised, and bought several shirts, jumpers, and a few pairs of pants. Scott wanted to treat Jean to ice cream, but she downright protested. Afterwards, Scott drove them to the local Lowes. There, Jean picked up a catalogue and circled in it, the models of appliances they saw that they liked. She also circled, tile, carpeting, and counters. Once they reached the paint area, Jean spent a good fifteen minutes choosing the shade of yellow that she wanted. Together they chose colors for the other two bedrooms, bathrooms, kitchen, den, and basement, lots of shades of blue, and cream, and off- white. All very simple, the way they both liked it.
"Are you going to let me do anything in the boathouse at all?" Jean asked as they walked out of the store and into the parking lot. The wind picked up around them and Scott wrapped his arm around Jean's waist for warmth.
"Of course I will, you can paint."
"And..."
"And you can bring light boxes out. Jean, you know you shouldn't be doing strenuous work. I know you want to help, but you're pregnant, and I'm not letting you do hard work."
"Is that what's wrong with her? From here she looks fat, Summers!"
Jean and Scott both looked up to see Duncan and his gang of football cronies walking up to them.
"What are you doing here, Mathews?" Scott demanded, keeping a tight hold on Jean.
"Buying firewood, my Mom's boyfriend is too lazy to chop it, and he won't tell me where the axe is."
"Come on, Duncan, I know you're stupid, but even you can come up with a better excuse than that." Jean retorted.
"At least I'm not the one who got knocked up."
Jean gasped and her mouth formed an 'O'. "Hey, don't talk to her like that!" Scott shouted.
"What are you going to do about, Summers, blast me across me the parking lot? You know if you do, I'll have you charged with attempted murder, and you'll go behind bars and never see your precious tease, or your stupid kid ever again."
"First of all, Dunc, Jean is no tease, and don't you ever call her that again. Second, I'm not going to do that because no matter how hard I try, I'll never be able to sink as you, Mathews. You're lower than low. You're just a sad, sorry excuse for a man, and a pseudo-jock. You cheated on all of your tests to stay on the football team, and paid people off to keep their mouths shut."
"Too late now, isn't it, we're out of high school."
"Yeah, but I just happen to know that you also cheated on your S.A.T.s as well. I don't know how that's even possible, but you managed it, because there is no way a guy like you can get into Harvard with your grades. I'm betting you copied off of one your 'friends', or switched the tests, so they went to the wrong college, and you went to the better one. Probably just to do what you're good at. Ruin girl's lives. You seem like the kind of guy to me that would rather date an academic girl so you can cheat off her. You probably did switch the tests, because I know that these guys you call friends are smarter than you, and you know how I know that? They don't cheat on their 'girlfriends'. Come on, Jean." Scott took her hand and led her away to his car. Behind them they could hear Duncan's goons cursing him out. Jean looked to Scott and smiled at him.
"I bet you've been wanting to do that for a long time."
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that for, Jean."
"I bet I have an inkling."
"I like these, they're top of line." Hank said as he flipped through the catalogue with Jean and Scott and looking at the appliances they had chosen.
"You think you'll have any trouble installing them?" Scott asked.
Hank shook his blue furry head. "Please, Scott. Don't insult me."
"Yeah, Scott, don't insult Hank, he's the real McCoy. Literally." Jean said with a light laugh in her voice. Hank and Scott burst with laughter.
"Ok, how's this for a question? How's that balcony?"
"Why, what's wrong with it?" Jean asked looking from Scott to Hank and back to Scott.
"It's very unstable." Hank said closing the catalogue. "It's so old, and the supports are rotted out. I don't know much longer it'll stay up for."
"Is it reparable?"
"No, we have to tear the whole thing down and rebuild it." Scott said. "From scratch. Oh, we should've looked at wood for it while we were out. Shit."
"Don't worry about it, Scott. Once you talk the rest of this over with Charles," Hank motioned to the catalogue, "you, Jean, and Logan can go back and order all this, and pick up the tile and carpeting, and you can pick out the wood you two want. Pick something out for the deck as well, and a sealer for it, too."
"What's wrong with the deck?" Jean asked.
"Nothing, it just needs to be patched up in a few places and power-washed to the extreme." Scott said. "I know there's a power-washer in the garage somewhere."
"Is there anything else you want to share with me about the boathouse?"
"No, not really, Jean, I don't think there's anything else that's wrong. The plumbing and the electric work just fine." Hank said.
"What about the heat?"
"Yeah, that's fine, too. I checked everything while I was down in the basement. It's all fully functional."
"Is there air-conditioning?" Scott asked.
"No, but it shouldn't be a problem to install." Hank said confidently.
"Then we can call this meeting adjourned?" Jean asked standing. "I think I'm going to be sick."
A few days later Scott and the other guys got back to work on the boathouse and worked hard for the next four weeks. In that time, they completed tearing up the rest of the carpet and tile, and tearing down the wallpaper. The new appliances were ordered and arrived, and were installed, (along with an AC system), by Hank and Logan. Also in that time, the baby furniture was ordered, Jean and Scott, and Logan got the paint, new tile, and carpet, and wood, and repairs on the deck were completed. The last things that needed to be done were the balcony, painting, and the installment of the carpet, and tile.
Scott had promised Jean that she could help paint, and he kept that promise, but since the paint gave off fumes, he didn't let her paint at long intervals. They waited until all the painting was done before putting in the tile and carpet. Jean looked at the rooms proudly and just couldn't wait to move in.
"Now, for that dreaded balcony." Hank said a few days later as they were cleaning up the left over supplies. Logan snorted and Scott smirked at him.
"Come on, it shouldn't be that bad."
"No, but I don't want, Bobby helping with it. Alex and Remy, fine, but Bobby is just way too crazy to help with it. It's already unstable already, and I don't think adding an unstable kid to the equation wouldn't equal out just right."
Scott and Hank just laughed.
"Alex, watch it!" Scott yelled as he pushed a new beam up against the side of the house. The plan for the balcony was, to take it apart piece by piece and completely rebuild it. What Scott and Jean had decided was to double the original size of it to match the size of the deck, and support it underneath with beams so that they could have shade on the deck. Jean was so excited about it; it was all she could talk about.
"Oh, I can't wait, Scott." She said as they went to bed that night.
"Yes, Jean." Scott said with a smile. He reached over onto his nightstand and switched the light out. Jean cuddled up beside him. She was now seven and a half months pregnant, and finally showing. Scott could still manage to wrap his arm around her at night, and he did this night. Jean made a sound of contentment and quickly fell asleep...
...He was in pain, immense amounts of pain. He lay crumbled, broken, bleeding... Pain, so much pain, so much pain. Then, he fell into darkness, he fell from her sight, and he was gone...
Jean shot up in her sleep in a cold sweat. Scott stirred beside her and sat up as well. "Sweetheart, what's wrong?" he asked stroking her hair. "Jean?"
"Hold me, Scott." She said turning and clinging to him. Scott wrapped his arms around her and laid them back down on the bed.
"Jean, what happened, tell me what's wrong?" he asked quietly, looking into her eyes.
"Please don't do any work on the boathouse tomorrow, Scott, stay here with me."
"Jean, all we have left to do is take down the balcony and build the new one. We're taking it down tomorrow. That's it, and putting up the beams for the new one. It'll be ok. Why, did you have a vision or something?"
"I don't know what I saw, Scott. But you were in so much pain... and then you fell into darkness, and I couldn't feel you anymore. Please, don't go tomorrow, Scott. Please."
"Ok, ok, relax, don't cry, sweetheart." Scott said gently as he rubbed her back. "Jean, just take a deep breath, and try and go back to sleep, ok. I'm right here."
Jean did and shut her eyes. "Good girl." Scott whispered, and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. Then he shut his eyes as well and fell asleep.
Jean woke in the morning and opened her eyes slowly. She expected to find Scott lying beside her, but when she didn't, she got up immediately. She found a note on the nightstand from him.
Jean, Good morning, honey, hope you slept well. I got up early to go out and work on the balcony with the other guys, and you were sleeping so peacefully I just couldn't wake you. You looked too beautiful. I promise I'll be careful, and I promise I'll be back around noon. How about we go out for lunch, unless you're still too sick. Whatever you want to do.
I love you. Scott
Jean clutched the note to her heart and felt it crinkle in her grasp. After reading it through another two times, she folded it up and placed it in the nightstand. Then she showered and dressed and went down to the kitchen for breakfast.
She was just beginning to wash the dishes when Hank walked into the kitchen. "Jean?"
She looked up. "Yeah, you guys done already?" she asked.
"Jean, there's been an accident." He said quietly. Jean gasped, and she heard her plate shatter on the floor.
Author's Note: Uh, oh, what happened? I'm scared, too, and I'm the one writing it! I'm working on the next chapter right now! Don't worry. Please review. RedPhoenix1821