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Chapter 7 – Morning Sickness

8 weeks later…

"What the hell is that awful smell?" Liz said.

"Good mornin' t'ya too, mon amour." Remy said. "And dat smell would be mon cookin'."

Essex said nothing and walked over to the cabinet, then removed a plastic bag and opened it, watching the young couple.

"It's disgusting." Liz said, as Essex grabbed the pan of eggs and poured it down the sink. He walked over and took out a bottle of water and some crackers, catching Liz as she turned around and barfed in the bag. "I think I'm sick."

"I think you are…how is it they say it now? Knocked up?" Essex said, glaring at Remy with disapproval. "Go and sit in the lab, hun, I will be there in a minute." Liz nodded and dragged her feet behind her as she left the kitchen. Sinister turned to Remy, who was baring one of the biggest smiles that was physically possible for Remy to have. "Why Remy, what are you so happy about?"

"Y'even need t'ask?" He said, about to leave.

"No." Essex turned the bag over and dumped the vomit on Remy's bare feet. "You…" Essex growled and left Remy.

"You look depressed, Daddy." Liz said, watching Essex as he took a blood sample from her.

"Your chances of leaving Remy just decreased significantly. Statistically, your pregnancy will decrease the risk of divorce." Sinister glumly put the sample in a machine and sat down, looking at his daughter as she laid on the long table.

"Daddy, we both know that's a lie." Liz said, almost patronizing the older man.

Essex held her hand. "I do not know…you are going to grow and change so much, and I just don't want you to. I wish you could stay eight-years-old, forever. Instead, you got married, to Remy no less, and now this."

"Awww…Mr. Sinister doesn't want his baby to grow up?" Liz teased Essex, who scowled and then answered her.

"More or less." Essex said. "Feeling better?"

"No…Where's Remy?"

Sinister smirked deviously. "Shirking responsibility?"

"Daddy! Did you choke him again?" Lizzie asked.

"I would never do that!" Sinister said.

"Notice the use of the word 'again,' indicating you've already done it once! My baby needs a Daddy!" She laughed at the use of 'baby' and 'Daddy' in the same sentence and then called out to him, secretly offending Sinister, who disliked his little girl wanting anyone else to be near her when she wasn't feeling well. And so the great competition began.

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Remy washed the vomit off and found Liz in the lab, where Sinister confirmed the pregnancy, then carried his wife back to bed. Sinister and Remy spent the remainder of that morning contending for Liz's attention; very rarely did she actually need either of them.

"Hun, would you like a footrub?" Sinister rubbed the girls feet as she relaxed a little.

"How 'bout a backrub? Y'know Remy gives da best!" Liz rolled over, enjoying the drama the two men were causing (and the massages). By the time noon came around, She'd had several massages, cuddles, several offers of food and gifts, and the unwavering attention of two servants.

"Y'lookin' belle, Lizzy." Remy bent down and kissed her.

"As always." Sinister said, kissing her forehead. "You will make a great mother." Liz rolled her eyes and closed them, giving Remy just enough time to shove Essex out of the way. He sat down on the edge of the bed and rested a hand on her stomach, rubbing it lightly.

'Too much attention for one girl.' Liz thought, smiling. "You know what I really, really, really want? A girl's night in."

A few hours later, Essex and Remy found themselves giving back and foot massages to all the bikini-clad X-Women outside the lab on the rocky hillside. They chattered non-stop about Liz's pregnancy, occasionally giving Remy congratulatory looks.

"Wow, Dr. Essex, you give good backrubs." Jean said. "You should give up this whole medical science things and...oohhh…become a masseuse." Startled by Jean's borderline sexual moan, he jerked back and exchanged a horrified look with Remy, who began laughing at him.

"Shut up, Remy." Psylocke told him. "You're ruining my massaaaaaage." Liz giggled and allowed Jean to telepathically connected them.

"Are they like this all the time?" Jean asked.

"Sometimes. Keep complimenting them in turns and they'll give you the best massage of your life trying to outdo the other." Liz instructed. They did so and soon Remy and Essex were throwing insults in an attempt to win the favor of the X-Women.

"Remy don' blame y'femmes f'likin' Sinister. Y'both dig chick flicks." Betsy and Jubiliee giggled as Sinister rubbed massage oil into Jubilee's shoulders.

"Remy, did you know that the word 'the' actually has three letters and that 'd' is not one of them?" Sinister shot back, making the girls laugh harder.

Remy shrugged. "Remy forgot…who fucked y'daughter an' got her pregnant? Oh, silly me! Dat was Remy!"

Sinister cocked an eyebrow and squirted massage oil on Remy, and the floor, then slipped in it as he lunged for Remy, landing in Jubilee's lap. "EEEK!" Jubilee screamed really loud in his ear and pushed him off onto Betsy, who used a psychic blade on him as Jean floated him up and away from them. "OMG, Mr. Sinister just SAT in my LAP." Jubilee said, horrified.

"Not by choice." Essex said, slipping and falling again because of the oil on his shoes. "Trust me, I am as disgusted as you are."

"Disgusted?" Jubilee suddenly looked hurt. "Am I that bad? No wonder I can't get a date, even Mr. Sinister gets grossed out by me!"

Essex cringed and frowned. "No!...Wait! You are not disgusting. Sitting in your lap is disgusting."

"So you'll cut up dead people but sitting in my lap is gross?" She looked like she was about to cry. "What is so wrong with me?"

"Good Job! Keep him going, Jubes, we're all enjoying this!" Jean told Jubilee.

"Nothing!" Essex said. "I am sure there is some man your age that wants to sit on your lap."

"So am I manly or something? Why do I have to be the lap? I want to sit in a guy's lap!" She mock cried as Sinister groaned and walked away from them. Roars of laughter erupted when he shut the door and went into the lab.

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Next Chapter: Fast forward a few months, Essex and Remy hide from a very pregnant Liz. There is a food fight, some of the food explodes. Second to last chapter.

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