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Chapter 8 – Why why why?

Liz balanced a plate of French fries on her 'I'm nine-months-pregnant-with-twin-boys' belly and groaned. "Remy!" She whined his name and waited.

"Should we?" Essex said, peering around the corner at Remy. "She might still be angry." Sinister and Remy whispered as they debated whether or not to come out and talk to Liz, who had an 'I'm fat' outburst earlier, to which Remy responded badly. "For the record," Sinister said. "The answer is always 'You are not fat. You are pregnant and beautiful,' not 'I like fat girls.' Okay?"

Remy smirked and nodded, unaware that the sudden, inconsistent loss of humor was a symptom of pregnancy. "So, we still hidin?"

"Yes," Essex said. "Wait until she has a 'needy' backlash and starts crying again."

A couple of hours later, after several trips to the bathroom, Liz fell asleep on the couch; both men snuck into the kitchen to enjoy all the things she had cooked the past couple of days in a hormone-induced nesting phase. "I am really quite pleased. Most women carrying twins do not make it to their due date, much less two weeks over. I do not believe Liz shares my opinion of this." Essex popped a piece of homemade candy in his mouth and laughed. "You really are an idiot. Never, ever acknowledge that a pregnant woman is fat. Unless you never want to see your children."

"Dis stuff is harder dan it looks." Remy said, looking bedraggled.

"You are too nervous to eat, aren't you?" Essex said, laughing at Remy, who gained quite a bit while Liz was pregnant and then lost most of it as he became more nervous. "Merde, twin boys."

"Fertility drugs are an interesting curse in that manner." Essex said. "I have a strong suspicion that rearing them is going to prove a formidable challenge. Like trying to domesticate you in your youth. While that was ultimately a failure, maybe your young sons will have better luck?"

"Domesticatin' Remy?" Remy shook his head. "Remy's domestic!"

"I saw you sleeping in a tree last week." Essex said. "Now, eat. We do not want to make Liz angry." He tossed a chunk of candy at Remy, who frowned and threw it back, charged. Not to be undone, Essex looked around for Liz, then turned around and took a jello mold out of the refrigerator, nailing it with a blast and covering Remy in jello. "Ha!" He exclaimed triumphantly to Remy, who picked an orange up and charged it letting it combust in the air, throwing it's acidic juice in Sinister's red eyes.

"Ha! Dat!" Remy said, smirking as Sinister opened his eyes and threw a glass of milk on Remy, who then commenced a full-blown food fight in the kitchen. "We actually doin' dis?" Remy said as he sprayed whipped cream on his old foe.

"Apparently." Essex said, tackling Remy to his feet and pouring a carton of buttermilk on Remy's head. Remy flipped him over into the mess they'd made on the floor and laughed, standing up slowly to leave.

Essex picked up a pie and smiled. "Remy…" Remy ducked just as the pie was thrown, neither responding quickly enough to stop it from hitting Liz in the face. "Remy, I think now would be a good time for us to run."

"Run? Why?" Liz said, angrily and she peeled the pie off her face. "What am I going to do? Waddle after you? Oh yeah! I have mutant powers!" She threw a blast at the floor and melted the tile, making Essex and Remy jump onto the table.

"Remy t'inks we done failed at not pissin' her off." Remy whispered to Essex, who nodded.

"Darling, it is not healthy for you to be so angry in your condition." Essex said, trying to calm her down.

"My condition? Which one? The fact that I'm covered in pie or the fact that I'm pregnant? Because, the same person is to blame for both!" She hissed, blasting the table leg, making Remy and Essex fall to the floor. "I think my real problem is that I live with two of the biggest idiots of all time!"

"Chere!" Remy said. "Remy's sorry, and he wants y'to calm down. He gonna let y'kill him when y'not pregnant no more. How 'bout dat?"

"Oh, so now you don't want to be a father? Great!" She said, blasting some of the cabinets as Remy ducked.

"Non, Remy wants t'be, but he t'inks y'gonna kill him anyway." Remy replied.

"Ha, you're in this with me." She said evilly. "If these monsters ever decide to come out!" Liz was about to blast them again when her hand suddenly made a detour to her stomach. "Owww!" She stumbled backwards in Essex's arms and suddenly made a mood swing into the realm of sad and frightened. "I'm sorry, Daddy!"

"It is alright, Princess." He said, staring angrily at Remy as he got the pie off her face with a washcloth. "It's okay to blame Remy. It really is all his fault." Liz nodded as Essex and Remy helped her into the lab.

"Ain' Remy's fault y'crazy," Remy muttered under his breath.