Scott knocked on Jean's door and came in. She was lying on her bed crying into her pillow.
"Hey, babe. What's wrong?" he asked softly, sitting down on the edge of her bed and patting her back soothingly.
She sat up and wiped her eyes. "It's nothing, Scott."
He put his arm around her and pulled her to him. "It doesn't look like 'nothing'. Come on, you know you can tell me anything."
She pulled away a little bit and sighed. "You'll hate me."
"Jean, look at me." He requested, sounding very serious. "There is nothing you could ever do that would make me hate you. I love you."
She smiled weakly. "I love you, too."
"Now, what's wrong?" he wondered.
"Well..." She took a deep breath. "I'm pregnant."
Scott smiled and hugged her to him. "Is that all?"
She glared and pulled away. "What do you mean 'is that all'?! This is a big deal, Scott Summers!"
"No, no, I know it's a big deal." He replied, laughing. "I just thought you were going to tell me you were leaving me or something."
"Leave you?" Jean asked. "Scott, you are the biggest idiot I've ever met." She said, shaking her head.
"But I'm your idiot." He grinned.
"And you watch too much TV." She muttered. "Now, you're not mad, are you?"
"Of course I'm not mad. Maybe a little scared of what Logan and the Professor are gonna do, but why would I be mad? We got into this together, remember?" He stated.
She smiled. "I remember."
"Okay, then." He replied, kissing the top of her head. "Don't worry about it. We'll get through this."
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In case you're wondering, I already know the gender and name for the baby(s).