Thanks to Summers Groupie, The emo princess DiazF and Danae for their reviews, it means a lot !
Diaz F: don't give me ideas…
The Emo Princess : yellow with red-hair ? she would look as a street lamp…
Sorry for the delay. It's really by respect for you that I carry on to update cause if I was listening to myself, I wouldn't go on the web at all, I'm really not well morally in these times, but I know you were waiting; So, enjoy, read and review
Wen
"I'm sorry Jean, but it's not over yet" answered Ororo by turning for looking herself on another angle.
"Thanks! But I don't know how much more my back can take. And without telekinesis I'd have to contort myself like a pretzel just to tie my shoes. In addition, everything I eat gives me heartburn and I have the impression that someone had parked a semi-trailer on my bladder. And you dare tell me that it'll get worse!"
Ororo restrained herself from laughing and answered:
"Jean, you're a doctor…"
"I know it, and I want this baby, but for the moment it's stronger than me"
/ Hormones…/
/ I heard that! /
"Your mood swings are getting more and more unpredictable, you know that?" said Storm as they returned to the dressing rooms to try on another set of clothes.
"I know…Thanks for bearing with me," admitted Jean more calmly as she came out and looked at herself in the mirror again.
"Friends are here for that" answered Storm by rejoining her "Listen Jean, if I use my sister's pregnancy as any indication, soon you'll look like a beached whale, you'll waddle like a duck, at the end of the das you'll have feet so swollen that your toes will look like sausage, and I don't even want to being talking about varicose veins, the stretch marks, and…"
"STOP! I get the picture…Reluctantly I might add"
Ororo burst in laughter:
"Don't worry, I don't speak from personal experience and I'm surely exaggerating a little…And don't worry, your troubles will be forgotten the very instant you hold your daughter in your arms"
Jean smiled wildly at this though before coming down on earth:
"But while I'm waiting I look like an airship …"
"But Scott doesn't seem to be shocked…"
"No…" she admitted with a naughty smile "I dunno how he still finds me beautiful in this state"
"But he does, he said it this very morning. And he's right, you're having a baby, you're beautiful, the pregnancy suits you wonderfully" answered Ororo.
"Hum, it seems that your maternal instinct is working you…" said Jean.
"Let my maternal instinct aside" smiled the weather witch "You should take this dress. I think it suits you perfectly"
"I agree" answered the young woman.
They made other purchases such as a maternity swimsuit and the mother-to-be could go with clothes comfortable and still be elegant.
Scott rejoined her in their apartment around noon while Jean was tidying some books on the book shelves.
"Wow…" he said upon seeing his wife.
"Well, what do you think?" she asked by turning on herself in order to better show him her crimson tunic ensemble.
"You look splendid" he answered by coming closer to her, laying his hands on her waist "Do you have other things like this to show me?"
"Yes, I've bought what was needed to be dressed until the delivery, and it's true that, in clothes adapted to my seven and a half month of pregnancy, I feel less fat, but…"
She was interrupted by a kiss.
Stop saying such absurdities madam Summers he sent her If you were any more desirable than this moment, I think I'd go crazy
Oh really?
You bet
Well I regret to inform you, mister Summers that, past this month, you'll have to refrain your impulses she teased him.
I guess I'll have to be content with holding, kissing and cuddling you in my arms
Hmm, compromise accepted
"So how was the danger room session?" asked Jean after some minutes passed as she leaned forehead against forehead with Scott.
"Not much to say about it really…No one was really hurt or wounded. So, when will I have the pleasure of seeing the remaining additions to your wardrobe?" he resumed as he lay a loving hand on Jean's belly, caressing the rounded shape.
"You'll see the swimsuit during the afternoon, since we'll have to jump into the water my love. But we'll have to wait until after 6 p.m, otherwise the students will take the swimming-pool by storm"
"Will that leave enough time for just a little nap near of the swimming pool?"
"I'm sure we can arrange it" she smiled.
A month melted away and now Jean was eight and a half months pregnant. At this stage, she easily got out of breaths and that's not getting into her constant tiredness and heavy legs. Fortunately, she had the swimming-pool sessions to help her relax. There, the water made her forget her heaviness and in the weightlessness it offered, she could move easily, breathe deeper, and swim, which also helped to facilitate her blood-circulation. It was in the lukewarm waters of the pool that she also started the preparation for the delivery with Scott as she had for a month now (even though she should have began on her 6 month of pregnancy, both she and Hank had decided that it would be safer to wait), before the swimming pool was besieged by the students later this July month. It was now one of those simpler moments, between tenderness and relaxation, where she simply enjoyed swimming breast strokes under water, simple floating into her husband arms, with each of their hands on her belly.
At the last scan, they had seen that their daughter was now positioned head down, showing that she was in good condition for the delivery and no one contra-indication for doing it into the little basin of the infirmary. Since Hank had been informed, he had the time to do the proper research on this procedure.
Scott was the first one to get out of the water and helped Jean to do the same before wrapping her into her bath robe.
"Are you alright?" he asked her after having kissed her.
"A little tired, but I'm fine"
"Are you hungry?"
"No, not really, but I'll probably nibble something this evening"
"Well, why don't we let the others know and we'll head back home, ok?"
Once in their apartment, Jean changed out of her suit, wrapped her soaking hair in a towel, and laid down on the bed and let out a deep sigh.
"Look at these feet…Ororo was right, I don't have toes anymore, I have sausages," joked Jean with bitterness.
Scott rejoined her and heightened her wife's legs with cushions to help with the blood-circulation.
"Does that feel better?"
"Yes, you're an angel, I don't know what I would do without you"
Scott settled near her and she laid her head on his chest.
"Hey look!" she said as a shape was drawing itself the young woman's belly and was creating a bump.
Scott laid his hand on it, the bump went as if to curl up in his palm before disappearing.
"She's making herself comfortable…" smiled Jean.
Scott wrapped his wife into his arms and said:
"You should give birth in six weeks, maybe it's time we think about names, don't you think?"
"I have thought about it, and I found one which I like particularly"
"Me too" admitted Scott
Jean looked up at him. Their bond was now opened and they discovered with surprise that they had found the same name.
Now all we have to find out if it suits her said Scott.
We only have to ask her…but let us do with a little suspense…
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