It has been another month. Piotr didn't call or write Kitty, the depression about the news of his parents was devastating, for the both of them.
It was one rainy afternoon that there came a knock on the front door. Kitty, who was starting to get some stomach, was heading toward the door thinking that she was going to open it, but instead, it was Kurt. In the doorway stood a soaking wet Piotr, Kitty saw his face and immediately broke down in tears. His clothes dripping on the floor but Kitty didn't care, she threw her arms around his waist.
Professor Xavier wheeled over to them and approached Piotr. "Piotr, its good to have you back," he said with sincerity. "If there is anything I can do for you ..." Piotr looked silently over to the still open front door and two other people walked in the mansion.
"Shelter, professor?" Piotr asked.
A man that was about Piotr's height and a little girl, that Kitty suspected were Mikhail and Illyana. "Of course," Xavier nodded his head. "Kurt, could you take them to a room, and maybe some dry clothes to change into?" Kurt nodded his head as he looked at the little girl who gripped a stuff bear tightly. Mikhail took hole of his sister's hand as he followed behind Kurt up the stairs. Kitty and Piotr tagged behind Kurt, but turned into Piotr's room.
When Piotr walked into his room he took off his jacket and plopped down on his bed, running his fingers through his black hair. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"I've lost everything."
"Not everything. You still have your brother and sister. Not to mention me," she put her hand on his shoulder," and our baby."
"Piotr–sorry. I'll come back later," Mikhail backed away from the door, but Piotr stopped him.
"Nyet, its alright. We were just talking." Kitty looked back and forth as they talked, trying to understand what they were saying.
"We got settled in. Illyana is still a bit shaken up," Mikahil said. Kitty looked at Piotr puzzling.
"Illyana is feeling a bit scared. I should go talk to her--"
Kitty stood up. "Let me." He felt a little insecure about this after what had already happened to his parents. He just felt that he could only make things okay it he personally checked on it. "Don't worry Piotr. Everything will be alright now. I don't think there will be any more surprises." Kitty then went out with Mikhail.
"So, you and my brother are having a baby," Mikhail's accent ran thickly in his speech. Kitty smiled. "I'm going to be an uncle and have nephew?"
"I'm not sure about that yet. I'll know in about two months." Kitty and Mikhail stopped in front of a slightly opened door. Mikhail pushed the door open, announcing his and Kitty's presence in his native tongue.
Kitty took one look at Illyana, trying to put on the right face for her. She mostly understood Russian, but Piotr said he taught her some English, like he did with his brother. "Illyana, my name is Kitty. I'm Piotr's girlfriend," the little girl was brushing the fur of her teddy bear, then roughing it up again by using her hand. "Do you understand what I'm saying," Kitty approached closer.
"My mama and papa are dead. That's why Piotr took me and Mikhail to live with you. Said you people were safe , and didn't hurt each other." This sort of disturbed Kitty. Illyana looked about seven, maybe eight. How hard it must be to learn about death so early in life, especially for a little child like herself.
"Piotr really cares about you."
"He cares about you too," Illyana responded. "Says when you get to be a mommy, we'll all be a family." Kitty smiled from ear to ear, and knew that with all the pain they have went through, a rainbow still shimmered over their heads..