"Mom, dad. You remember my boyfriend Piotr right? Well, we have something very important to tell you." Kitty paused, and gave a deep breath. "We're pregnant . . . well, I'm pregnant anyway," there was a silence. "I hope you'll understand that we are going to keep the baby and --"
"Katya, are you ready yet?" Piotr called to her. Kitty turned her back on the full size mirror in her room.
Kitty was practicing all morning what she was planning on telling her parents. "Coming," she called back. She grabbed her purse and jacket then zipped out the door with Piotr. Piotr took Kitty's hand and helped her into the van, that Professor Xavier loaned him, to drive across town to Kitty's parents' house.
"This is it," Piotr put on his seat belt and looked at Kitty. "Are you ready for this?"
"Not, but like you said, better now then later, right?" Piotr watched Kitty put her seat belt on and then she placed her hand on her abdomen. "This is really going to happen, isn't it?"
"Da," Piotr started up the car and drove out of the driveway.
It was a long silent thirty minutes, but that's only because Kitty had gotten hungry on the way and needed to stop at a drive-threw. Piotr had no objection, treating her to what she wanted and what she could keep down. At long last, Kitty pointed down the street that her parents lived on, and guided him to her old home. They both got out of the car and walked up to the front door.
"Kitty honey, its so good to see you sweet hear." Kitty's mom embraced her in a hug. The middle-aged woman looked at Piotr. "You must be Peter my baby always talks about," Kitty blushed and Piotr smiled with a little chuckle. "Please come in," Kitty took Piotr by the hand and followed in after her mother. Kitty's mother walked away into some hallway and started talking to her husband, while Kitty and Piotr sat down on the couch in the living room.
"My little girl has come home," a deep male voice, Kitty's father, said excitedly. He rushed out of whatever room he was in and hugged his daughter tightly when she stood up. Then after that everyone sat down on either the couch or the recliners.
"The two adults looked at the two younger adults. Panic arose in the pit of Kitty's stomach. "Mom, dad," she looked at both of them when she said this. "Me and Piotr have something very important to tell you--"
"You may be mad with Kitty but we are both adults and have made our decision on this together." Already, from the moment Piotr spoke, Kitty's father did not like where this conversation was headed.
"What are you trying to say to us Mr. Rasputin." His voice was full of daggers and his eyes were unblinking like a venomous snake. Kitty's mother, however, did not steer into the direction her husband was going in, even though she also knew where this conversation was going.
"Now dear, remember what the doctor --"
"Are you getting what this walking sperm is saying? You expect me to calm down and let them say what they have to say, when I already know what they're trying to say." His face grew res as his body heated up with anger.
"Well, if you know so much then you should know that now, more than ever that your daughter needs you!" His wife screamed back.
"What daughter?" Kitty's face turned sadder and she looked at Piotr.
"Sir, with all do respects you wife is correct. Now we aren't asking for anything, we just thought it important to inform you --" he broke him off.
"Are all of your people this way?"
"Daddy!" Kitty squealed shrilly.
"What do you mean of 'my people'?" Piotr asked him back.
"Let me rephrase that as so your simple mind can understand better."
Piotr gritted his teeth in anger at this insult. His hand clenched into a fist and his muscles flexed. "Sir, I love your daughter and I will do nothing to harm her. We are having this baby and you can like it or not." Piotr stood up about to go for a swing, Kitty pulled back on his arm.
"Maybe we should go," Kitty suggested.
"I think that would be best for the both of us," her father stood up and walked away. Her mother on the other hand approached Kitty and Piotr.
"Give your father some time dear, he may come around. You know how he gets sometimes." Kitty hugged her mother with lots of love. They looked into each others' eyes. "I hope you can ask me about anything and everything," she kissed her daughter's forehead.
"Thanks mom, I will," Kitty and Piotr walked over to the front door and opened it. "We are so sorry for this intrusion --"
"Not Peter, these will be the best years of your life. Do not be sorry, I can see that you love Kitty and will love your baby just as much."
They both stepped outside and walked to the van. "Well, that went better than expected." Kitty said behind hidden tears. They got into the van and drove away.
In the next few hours Piotr sat in his room writing out a letter to his parents. He was planning on it to be short and simple, but just like his encounter with Kitty's parents, well rather father, he went into a long explanation. Kitty was in the room also, giving out suggestions that Piotr could include. She would occasionally peer over at his letter to see if he wrote what she had said, but because the letters were so strange looking that she didn't understand any of it.
"Piotr, can you teach me Russian," Kitty climbed all over him as he tried to write. Piotr started to bite the end of his pencil, leaving teeth marks and then looked at Kitty.
"Katya, I can't concentrate with you distracting me. It takes several weeks for my parents to get me letters, so I want to finish this as soon as possible." Kitty climbed off his back and sat next to him grumpily.
All was quiet for the next two hours. Piotr was now re-reading his letter and then looked over to Kitty who had fallen asleep sometime as he was going over his letter. He gently shook her to wake her from her slumber. "Katya. Katya, wake up," but she did not wake. He did not pursue any further, but gently planted a kiss upon her forehead and brought the blanket over her body.