AN: Sorry for the delay but I was having computer issues….again. My dad had to take the tower into the shop for a bit because we were having problems with the machine freezing up on us and getting all sorts of nasty pop up ads and things like that. Strange thing is that this is like the second or third time this has happened to the computer. Maybe we need to get someone else in to fix the computer! Anywho, I'm going to try to get myself back on track here and update all of my on going misadventures. Please, keep reading and reviewing! A review or two always surprises me and makes me feel better!

Disclaimer: I own nothing except a handful or two of made up characters. All of this wonderful stuff belongs to the geniuses at Marvel Comics. I'm just playing in their world. I'm broke and in graduate's school. All I own are my Pointe shoes.

Meanwhile In Xavier's Office…

"I've been thinking…actually, we've been thinking of sending Hope to a regular nursery school," Angelina broached, as she averted her gaze to stare at her hands in her lap.

She and Matthew were sitting the Charles' office, across the desk from the wheelchair bound headmaster. They had been "discussing" the topic of sending Hope to a school away from the Xavier School for a few days. It seemed like a good idea on paper and in their minds but, as soon as the words left Angie's mouth, she was starting to have second, third, and fourth thoughts.

Part of Hope's genetic disorder was the fact she was overly friendly. Friendly to the point that she was annoying to children her own age- the few she played with if someone took her down to the local playground- but not to the older children in the school. They were patient enough to deal with the babbly and bubbly little girl.

Charles looked at the young couple, sitting side by side at his desk, trying to blot out the sense of worry coming off of both of them. Both were worried of how he was going to react to their inquiry and what would happen to their daughter if she were to go someplace away from the school.

That and there was something underlying their worry but he couldn't quite place it. It was a fleeting feeling that he was having trouble tamping down. At the moment, it didn't seem all that important nor was it related to their request on their daughter's behalf.

"Do you have a reason for wanting this?" he asked, templeing his fingers and propping his head on top of the peak created by his fingers.

The headmaster was unsure about sending an already budding mutant in an unsupervised environment. One where they were not going to understand how to deal with a unique situation even he and his staff were having trouble understanding.

Plus, there was the ever present fear people had of mutants.

"Charles, her Williams' Syndrome notwithstanding, Hope does have a clue about how to act around children her own age. All she knows is this school and its students. She's surrounded by teenagers who put up with her," Angelina answered.

With something of a stronger voice, Matthew added, "She needs to be a kid and see what kids her age do. Besides, there's not really a lot for a two-year-old to do around here. She lurks in people's classrooms and gets in their way sometimes."

Matthew was the only nonscientist directly involved in the care of Hope. He was on the outside, so to speak, looking in on all the science surrounding his young daughter. Though he was just as concerned as everyone else about his daughter's health, he had more of an interest in his daughter's mental well being. He wanted her to a normal kid, despite the fact she was not meant to be normal. He wanted her to do things that every kid her age did, regardless of the fact she was a mutant.

Besides, he had read in one of Angelina's fancy science books- Where he was good at cooking, chemistry and things like that were never part of his repertoire- that is was good for kids to go to nursery school instead of being sequestered at home. Something about exposing them to diseases so their immune systems built up or something strange like that.

"And," he added, knowing he was going to sound like a fool for spouting science where his specialty was cooking and things like that, "there's some strange thing about immune systems, right? I mean, I read it but I'm not as brilliant as the rest of you."

"No….you're right," Angelina commented, "but then there's the problem that Hope's nearly always having respiratory issues. We don't want to make that problem worse. Maybe it's best she stay here because her immune system is still, obviously, getting exposed to all sorts of interesting pathogens and other things."

Getting a very confused look from her husband, Angie added, "The lab accident today….she was exposed to something that's left her with a bad cough and runny eyes."

Charles sighed, watching the young couple talk. He had to agree with Matt's point. A school full of teenagers did not provide many friendship opportunities for a child her age. His point about her immune system, as his wife had pointed out, was valid too. Even if they lived in a school, there was a need to have Hope exposed to the more common of childhood illnesses.

"I am inclined to agree with sending Hope," he, slowly, stated, "so long as she understands that she is in no way allowed to use her psychic abilities within the school setting. To whatever degree that can happen, all things considered."

"She knows that, sir," Matt pointed out, as he and Angie were trying to get Hope to understand the idea of privacy in someone's mind, "and she really does try. It's just that she sometimes can't help it. It's instincts, you know."

"I understand completely," Charles answered as the pair got up to take their leave.

Catching the pair off guard, though, the headmaster asked, "Is there anything else you'd like to tell me? I'm sorry but I'm picking up something strongly from the both of you."

Aside from their worry, the undercurrent he had felt before, had taken on a whole other feeling. It was a happier emotion. In some places, it was moving along with the worry but free floating in other places. He wasn't sure if this had to do with them sending Hope to school but, as they were broadcasting the feeling very loudly, he was picking up on them.

Angie giggled and buried her head in Matthew's arm. Matthew, for his part averted his eyes and refused to meet the professor's pointed gaze.

"We just found out, sir. Hope doesn't even know yet," Matthew murmured, almost blushing himself.

"What did you just find out?" he wanted to know, trying to get the pair to openly admit to what they had found out.

Things were always better out in the open, in this case. Especially since the first time didn't go as smoothly as anyone would have liked.

"I'm having another baby," Angie admitted.

The pair waited for some sort of sharp rebuke from Charles. Some sort of angry comment about bringing another, possibly, completely mutant child into the world. Another strange case like Hope.

"Congratulations, both of you," Xavier stated, shocking Angelina and Matthew.

With a genuine smile he added, "Please, try not to have any issues with this one Angie. As much as I know it wasn't your fault as relates to Hope's early birth, I do not want to repeat that sort of event. Seeing you and Matt like that was painful for me."

Turning red in the face, Angie replied, "I'll try not to sir and thank you. Now we just have to figure out how to tell Hope all this good news."

That was a problem for the pair, indeed. One they knew they had to address sooner rather than later.