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Chapter 4

2 Months Later

Scott stood outside the dressing room with his arms crossed over his chest, leaning on one of the two posts. He looked at his watch, and then back into the dressing room.

"Jean, it's been ten minutes, how long does it take to put a dress on?"

"I'll be out in a minute." Jean called back. They were shopping for their senior prom. Scott had already bought his tux. Jean thought he looked "absolutely sexy and delicious,"

in it, as were her exact words. Now Jean was choosing her dress, and she was having a tough time picking the one she liked best. Scott looked at his watch again. It was almost 2:30, and he was starving.

"Jean, come on."

"Stop whining." Jean walked out of the dressing room and into the main store. Scott's jaw literally dropped when he saw her. Her slender body was draped in wine red fabric that ran straight down from the thin spaghetti straps, down the bodice, and down the long, flowing skirt that just brushed the floor. Jean walked up to him and turned her back to him and lifted her hair to one shoulder. "Lace it up for me please?"

Scott reached out with shaking hands, for he had never seen Jean so beautiful before, and laced up the back of her dress. The cords went up in a criss-cross fashion and were tied in a single knot at the top of her shoulder blades, then the ribbon-like ends were left hanging. She turned back to face him and let her hair fall. Scott's mouth was still hanging open.

"So I guess this one is the winner?" Jean asked him. Scott nodded. Jean leaned up and kissed his cheek then shut his mouth with her index finger. "I'll go change and be right out." Scott nodded again. He quickly unlaced the back of her dress and then watched her go. Jean returned a few minutes later, a gray zipped up bag over her arm. They paid for the dress and left hand in hand.

"You look really beautiful in that dress." Scott said as they got in his car.

"Thank you." And you look so yummy in that tux. I was ready to make love to you right there in the store." She whispered in his ear.

"Jean, shut up." Scott sputtered. He felt his body grow hot and a clenching feeling between his legs.

"Someone's aroused." Jean whispered again as she slid across the seat and began kissing his neck. All thoughts of hunger quickly left Scott's mind, and he had only one thought on his mind. He drove them back to the mansion and they brought their things inside. Scott didn't stop at Jean's door so she could put her dress away, he continued down the hall to his room, and shut and locked the door behind them. "Scott, calm down." Jean said as he set their clothing bags down heavily on his chair and began unbuttoning her blouse. He did, he slowed and began kissing her neck. He stepped behind her and unbuttoned her shirt from behind. Jean hadn't been wearing bra in the dress, and she hadn't put it back on afterward either. Scott slid her shirt off then pulled his off. Jean leaned back against him letting her head fall to his shoulder as he ran a hand up her body and cupped her right breast. Jean fell even more heavily against him, her hands reaching back against his legs and running up his thighs, and feeling between his legs. He was hard. Scott worked at the small amount of lacing at the top of the backside of Jean's pants, and that done, he reached around front, undid the clasp, and pulled the zipper down. Jean did the same. She reached behind herself unbuckled his belt and pulled the zipper down. Scott shuddered as Jean pushed his pants down, her hands just skimming the back of his shorts. Scott began kissing her neck again.

"Scott." She whispered his name then hissed it loudly as his hands became daring. Jean responded with the same actions, making Scott groan, and respond harder with his actions, making Jean gasp so loudly it was almost a shout. When they came down from their mutual high, they let each other go. They brushed down their underwear and made their way to Scott's bed. They reclined together, then they laid together, and the afternoon dwindled away as they left the world behind them and became focused on nothing but each other and the moment.

"What do you think about your future?" Jean asked some time later, as they lay in Scott's bed just staring at each other, and sometimes kissing and touching. Sunlight was still streaming in through the windows, it was late afternoon, and the sun was just beginning to dip behind the trees.

"I think about my future a lot now." Scott reached out and stroked her cheek. "I want to go to college, just not right away. I want to be able to stand on my own two feet first."

"What about…marriage, family?"

"Well, yeah, I mean I want to get married, probably to you." Jean raised her eyebrows. "What am I saying? Of course I'm going to marry you, I can't see myself marrying anyone else."

"Family?"

"I want kids."

"How many?"

"Two, at the most, maybe three."

"One of each?"

"Yeah, but I would really like to have a daughter." Jean smiled and nodded. "What about you? How have you got your future planned out?"

Jean cuddled closer to him and pressed herself to his chest feeling his arms wrap around her. "I want to go to college, and same as you, not right now. I want to get married young, so we can enjoy a couple years together before we start having kids. Then we'll raise them, watch them grow, and grow old together."

"Sounds perfect." Scott whispered gazing into her eyes. He leaned in and kissed her passionately rolling onto his back and taking her with him. Jean nestled herself in his arms and laid her head on his chest. They fell asleep like that, cuddled tight in each other's arms, safe and warm.

2 Weeks Later

Morning…

Jean coughed once more and let her nausea settle. She had been doubled over the toilet in her small bathroom for the last fifteen. It had come out of nowhere. She was sitting at h desk working on her last term paper for her senior year, and she felt the strongest sensation of nausea she had in a long time. She ran to her bathroom and knelt in front of her toilet just in time. And what really got her that was that barely vomited. The nausea receded, and left her where she was now, sitting against her cabinet holding her stomach. Another wave of nausea succumb her and she threw up once more.

"Oh God." She grunted sitting back against the cabinet once more. Once she was sure nothing more would happen she stood and stared at herself in the mirror. She opened the cabinet and looked around. She pulled Scott's box of condoms off the shelf and searched behind it. There, she found her security blanket, as she called it. She'd bought it weeks ago when she and Scott had first decided to sleep together. It was a pregnancy test. She spent the next ten minutes working up the courage to actually do the test. She exited the bathroom five minutes later wringing her hands. She was suddenly by the knock on her door and jumped with a squeal of shock.

"Jean, can I come in?" Scott's voice asked.

"Yeah, sure come in."

Scott opened the door slowly. "You ok?" he asked looking at her. "You're very pale, you look a little flushed. Jean, are you sick?" Jean sucked in a deep breath as Scott took her hands. "Sweety, you ok?"

"I'm pregnant, Scott." Jean whispered as she picked her head to look at him, tears brimming in her eyes

Scott stared at her. "You're… really?"

"Yeah, I just took a test. I bought one a while ago, you remember?"

"Yeah." Scott nodded and began thumbing away the tears that were falling down her face.

"It was positive." Jean cried, tears falling faster. Scott pulled her close and kissed them away. "It was positive, Scott. I' pregnant." Jean cried hard into his shoulder. "Why?" she looked at him.

Scott brushed the rest of her tears away. "Don't worry." He said gently.

"Don't worry! Scott!"

"Shh… it's ok, Jean."

"How can you say that?" Jean screeched. "Scott, this is horrible."

"Jean, relax." Scott held her shoulders. "Jean, sweetheart, relax. Listen to me, this is a wonderful thing." Scott said gently as he brushed away a few more tears. "All this is, Jean, is our lives taking an unexpected turn down the road we had planned. It's going to be ok, Jean. I promise." Scott held her close rubbing her back and stroking her hair.

"How come you have everything figured out?" Jean cried.

"Since I fell in love with you and I knew, no matter what happened, that we would always be together." Scott kissed her and brushed a piece of hair out of her eyes. "We'll be ok." He put his palm on her abdomen. "All of us."

"Aren't you scared?" Jean asked. She and Scott were sitting out by the lake taking advantage of the fact that everyone was still inside and asleep, and enjoying a very quiet and secluded lunch together.

"Yes, I'm horrified, but I know that it will all turn out in the end because we'll be together through all of it. I never expected this to happen, but I have to admit, it is a nice surprise."

"We have to promise to each other that we won't tell anyone, except the adults. Professor X, Logan, Ororo, and Hank, only they can know."

Scott reached over and took Jean's hand. "I promise, no one will find out until we're ready to tell them, because you know, Jean, you can't hide it forever."

"I know." Jean breathed sadly. "Scott, do you really want this baby?"

Scott looked at her with a look of shock on his face. "Jean, you don't mean you're considering…"

"No, never, I don't believe in abortion, but say if I carried the baby to full term, and we decided we aren't capable of handling it, what would you do?"

Scott stretched out on the blanket and pulled Jean down alongside him, cuddled her close and stroked her hair. "I would talk to you about it, and I would find a way for you to see that this happened for a reason, everything does, and that we're supposed to have this baby, and that we're going to keep it."

Jean reached out and touched his cheek. "You're right." She whispered. "We'll keep the baby."

Scott smiled and cupped her jaw bringing her into a kiss. "Good, I'm glad you see it from the bright side of things."

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