A couple hours later at dinner time, everyone was at the table whispering to each other, across and opposite. Kitty and Piotr had just came in the room and were hounded by Amara. "Is it true? When are you having your baby?" Kitty immediately spotted where Rogue was hunched over her food and shot a glare at her. Kitty made no comment at that and just sat down, Piotr helping her all the way.

Through the dinner some of the girls came up to Kitty asking her the same time for the last half hour, "When are you going to have your baby?" "is it a boy or girl?" At the last straw, she got up from her seat and prowled over to Rogue and slammed her petite but firm hand by her plate.

"Not like those 'gossiping girls' huh?"

"Whata ya talkin' about. I haven't said anything," then both their eyes fell upon Piotr.

"What is this about you telling everyone, I thought we agreed as this being our secret for a while till we were ready to tell."

"I'm truly sorry Katya, but I couldn't help myself," Kitty held an unforgiving glare at him, much to Rogue's liking, but soon faded away as she spoke again.

"Well, I guess that now the cat's out of the bag," she stepped up onto one of the chairs. "Can I have everyone's attention please," the students stopped talking and looked at her.

Piotr got closer and whispered in her ear, "I haven't told everyone, and maybe it wouldn't be a good idea since Logan is in here," but Kitty payed no attention to him.

"I just want to make it clear that me and Piotr are having a baby." The whole room went silent as the dead. As Piotr looked around at everyone his eyes stopped dead at Logan, the fury on his face. A fork was rested in his hand but seconds later it became bent. It was stainless steel, but in the hands of his, nothing more than a piece of plastic.

Piotr dropped his head and said to himself, "These are going to be long months."

One month later. Kitty is now two months pregnant and back with her head in the toilet. "Do you think it would be reasonable to eat less so that you don't throw up." She whipped her head around and glared at Piotr.

"When you're carrying a baby and eating for two, you tell me if you'd eat less." Kitty sat on the couch and turned on the TV to the food channel. "Good, 'Good Eats' is on. Piotr can you hand me my notebook in the drawer," Piotr obliged and also handed her a pencil as the man on the television spoke about the different international cuisines. Kitty's mouth watered with each dish shown in the introductory, every once and a while she would get so caught up in the different meals that she forgot to write them down. Through the show Kitt's eyes also drooped from lack of sleep. Piotr was really concerned, but he wasn't the only one anymore. Everywhere he went with Kitty the guys have shown the upmost care and respect for her. Kitt's eyes instantly shot open at the sound of Piotr's exasperated breaths.

"Is there something wrong Piotr," her eyes staring into his. He blinked unknowingly of what to say.

"Katya, I was wondering. When you have the baby, how will we take care of it? What will people be thinking about us? Did you even tell your parents?" Piotr fired questions at her, one by one.

"Slow down. I'm sure the professor wouldn't mind us staying here with our family." Kitty got the sudden urge to giggle at this moment.

"Katya, this is serious."

Kitty made a mockingly serious face at him, trying to hold back further giggles. "I'm sorry Piotr. I'm just so excited, I just couldn't help it, but then," her voice dropped lower. "I'm also very scared. I wouldn't know the first thing about parenting. Sure, I've been taught it at school, but I never though it would happen so soon to me, like all those others." Kitty got into hysterical crying now. Her mood swings were coming on so quickly that she didn't stay on one for more than a minute. "I just want to wake up tomorrow and forget this ever happened. I'm not ready to be a mother yet, for God' sake, I'm not even married. What if you leave me because I won't be pretty anymore--"

"No, no Katya. Don't you ever think that. You will always be beautiful. Pregnancy is the most beautiful part in a woman's life, no man will ever be able to experience that," the tears from Kitty's eyes began to cease. Piotr's little encouraging speech had worked.

The television had just come back from a commercial. "Now let us travel to the cold tundra of Siberia, Russia--" Piotr immediately reacted to this. "Mmm, just smell that delicious pelmeni," the man on the television took a bit of the Siberian meat pie, while Kitty was vigorously taking notes again.

"If you would like to make that, I can ask my mama to give you her special recipe." Piotr suggested.

"That could be a wonderful idea. Our baby could then be introduced into two worlds of their heritage from the start and--" Kitty paused mid sentence. "Wait a minute. Does that mean you told your family about us?" She questioned. His eyes started to look away from her, but that only made her mad at him. "Piotr! Tell me, did you or did you not tell your family about us being in this situation." His head shook very slowly.

"I was meaning to. The words just never came out the way I planned when I wrote to them." He backed up with his reason, "Its not that easy you know. Not even my brother Mikhail has a family yet, and he's much older than me."

Kitty didn't seem too happy about this excuse. "That not really an excuse. I'm the one that has problems. I'm eighteen and got impregnated by a twenty-year-old, what would my parents think," Piotr was about to speak, but Kitty didn't let him. "I'll tell you what, 'Kitty we're very ashamed of you. You just had to be like all those other girls, all those other statistics,' "Kitty started to weep again. Piotr was getting very dizzy with this now. One minute she'd be happy, then sad, then happy, mad, and then sad again. He just didn't understand it.

"Katya, no. They would never think that," in his head he came up with a plan. "Let's decide to both tell our parents on Valentine's Day." Kitty looked up at him.

"That's only a couple of days from now," she said a bit scared.

"Yes, but better sooner than later. Don't you think? She smiled and he knew she was happy with his idea.