Rise or Fall

by Heiress Mellie

First Class: Charles and Erik have accepted their roles as guardians and headmasters over the young mutants but there is still work to be done for the greater than typical family. This is a familial and discipline, including spanking, centered fiction.

305. Chapter 305 Mouths of Babes

Chapter Three Hundred Five

Author's Word: Sickness, birthday, stuff, suck, read, review.
Oh and Merry Christmas to fam and to all fam a good lifetime!

Once they finished Erik's specially seasoned homemade hamburgers with Frank's melted cheddar fries, the brood of six found themselves engaged in outdoor activity again. Frank challenged Alex to skateboarding with the extra goading that the blonde could not handle a board that did not involve playing in water. To no one's astonishment, Alex accepted the native New Yorker's proposition. While they went inside to gather necessary equipment, Erik and Leon got out the football.

Coming through on her own wheels, Becky said of the apple red Stingray, "That looks incredible, Tommy. I can't believe it was ever Frank's and he went everywhere on that thing."

"It's the best," Tommy beamed then commented of her silver and violet Tiger Schwinn, "Yours is cool, too. For a girl's bike."

"You flatterer." Becky gave off a playful eyeroll. "Papa got it for my thirteenth birthday, too. I hadn't even outgrown my old one. He just said it was time for a change, so I gave the other one to Melissa's safehouse."

"Oh," Tommy remembered, digging his keychain out of his pants pocket, "here's mine."

"Perfect." Taking the cross-star, Becky used the foot of twine she had with her to secure it to the front of Tommy's handlebars the same way she hung her own emblem. "You like it?"

"Yeah!" Tommy hurriedly pedaled to where the other two played ball. "Erik, Lee, look, look, look!"

Unsure of what the child meant at first, Leon noticed the addition. Cupping the matching symbol that hung from his neck, Leon bobbed his head in approval.

Erik sent fingers through the little boy's hair. "Truly one-of-a-kind, boychick."

Becky sped past Tommy. "Betcha they move faster now."

"Hey!" Tommy hastened to catch up with the female.

Erik watched them in captivated fondness before resuming his game with Leon.

Individual battle cries signaled the returning boychicks. Alex crouched on his skateboard before rising in a kick. Frank glided with both arms out until he noticed the impending McCoys. Picking up speed, he took a leap and landed on one of the stone benches. Zooming across the seat, he performed another jump. Reaching ground level once more, he found himself before his target.

"Oh, hey, Rae." Frank kicked the base of his skateboard to flip it up into his grasp. "When did you guys sneak up?"

"We hotwired a mail truck," Raven quipped. "Looking good, love bug."

Carrying Kiki along with their skates, Hank noted, "Looks like you guys had the same idea we did."

"Rae, what do you say to a two on two race?" Frank proposed. "You twins vs me," he hoisted Trav high into the air, "and the little guy."

"Yes, yes!" Trav passionately seconded.

"You're on, Frankie." Locking wheels back into place on her sneakers, Raven made her way over to Alex. "Make me look good, twin."

"Bet on it, twin." Alex raised his hand to slap palms with her.

Becky left her bike propped on its kickstand to dash to Hank.

Giving her the tightest one-armed hug he could, Hank exhaled contentedly, "Becca Bear. Thanks for the cookies."

She informed importantly, "I used extra M&Ms for you."

"My biased bear." Hank reacted to Kiki further snuggling against his shoulder. "And my sleepy bear. Time for a little rest."

Walking alongside her large brother, Becky called over her shoulder, "Tommy, I'll be back!"

At that, the named boy began riding in a continuous circle.

Hand attached to Frank's as they raced, Trav sent a scowl the Virginian's direction.

II

When Hank got Kiki properly situated at the center of the wide McCoy bed, Becky started reading her the pop-up book version of Goldilocks. By the reciting lass' voice, Midnight wandered in. With one of his patented noiseless bounds, he made himself comfortable near Kiki's feet. Hank groaned inwardly at the screeching telephone and rushed down to the lab's extension to keep from further disturbing his drifting daughter.

"Hello?" he answered somewhat curtly.

"H-Hank?"

The scientist's tone shifted at the adolescent voice on the other end. "Who is this?"

"It's Ray Gallagher," came the trepadatious clarification. "Gina's having our baby. We wanted to go out just the two of us for Father's Day, but Gina got sick right after Padre Pal dropped us off. He's with his family and Shane is out with the other kids from our wing."

"Alright, calm down," urged Hank. Wordlessly descending the steps, Becky eyed him. "Where are you now?"

"At the hospital. A lady from the diner drove us. They took her screaming on that stretcher and they won't let me see her. They won't let me see my wife, Hank," Ray reiterated wretchedly. "What are they doing to her? What are they doing to our baby?"

"Ray," Hank spoke firmly but caringly, "you have to slow down and breathe. Gina's fine. This is all standard, albeit nerve-wrecking, hospital protocol." Snatching up a pen, he bent at his desk to write. "Give me the address." After getting him to repeat it twice, Hank vowed, "Consider me there."

Ray demonstrated his first form of even mild relief with, "Thanks, Hank. Can you bring Wolverine and Mrs. Howlett? I tried them three times."

"Yes, now sit and hold it together," Hank instructed. "We'll be right there for you."

When he hung up, Becky wanted to know, "Gina from the safehouse? Is she having the baby?"

Hank nodded, shoving the address into his pocket after memorizing it. "I have to get there now." Checking for wallet and keys, he raised his communicator to his lips. "Kayla, Logan, come in."

"Hank!" Rushing after him into the hall, Becky used both hands to grab his arm. "Hank, they're not here. I don't sense the Howletts or Maya." He released an agitated breath and she asserted, "I'll go with you."

"No, Becca," Hank shot down straightaway.

Becky reminded, "I met Gina before you did. I knew about Melissa's houses before you did."

"We're not talking about Christmas donations, Becca," Hank emphasized. "Ray is already too frantic—"

"And what good are you to him?" Becky cut in with voice and green eyes sharp. "You're thinking about Gina so much, what if your beast takes it out on him?"

Managing to keep his lower jaw from taking a plunge, Hank relented. "Be in the garage in ten minutes."

Becky nodded in compliance and moved to get ready.

Hank thundered down the stairs, but when his heightened ears picked up on the merrily conversing pair, he flipped over the banister. Scott's shoulders jumped at the young instructor's stout form landing before them.

"Vic," Hank addressed, "where is your brother?"

"The Maya and the Mite dragged him off to some charity event." Easily reading the distress Hank ever masterfully cloaked from most, Victor asked, "What's happenin', big guy?"

"If you see them, let them know we're at this hospital," he passed the paper from his pocket to Victor's palm, "Gina Gallagher's having her baby." Hank started off in another mad dash. "Scott, check on Kiki for me. She's sleeping in our room."

"No problem!" Scott shouted after him. He gazed up at Victor with an enthused smile. "Weekend for the record books, right? Almost up there with that Thanksgiving weekend we shut down the plant."

Victor noted glibly, "Another one that kid brother of mine snoozed through."

II

Though the third round of racing gave victory to the mutated blondes, no ill feelings retained. Raven and Frank nestled in the grass near the blooming tiger lilies. With Alex situating Trav on the former's skateboard, Raven raised her head. Alex caught and comprehended her scathing look that detailed what would become of him should her precious Pooh suffer even the slightest injury.

Hands on the tyke's shoulder, Alex coached, "Arms out, eyes up, and go get Uncle Erik." He gave the board the initial nudge. "Go get him, Bugsy."

Best shark countenance in place, Erik knelt in anticipation of the child. "If you dare…"

"Gonna get you, Uncle Erik," he grinned, the challenge making him lose any apprehension about being on the unstable wheels.

When Trav slid into him, Erik coiled arms around his small waist and toppled over into the lawn with him. They rolled about until Trav settled on the man's chest.

"Seems I'm at your mercy, Valiant."

Trav kissed the metal wielder's forehead. "Told ya I'd get you."

Erik used fingers to sweep loose brown hair back into the helmet. "Now, you're stuck with me."

Trav laid on him comfortably. "Kay."

Raven had to fight against another surge of maternal instinct as Tommy rode the two-wheeler. His extreme speed did not bother her, but his pedaling with arms spread like an eagle certainly did. Sitting up with Trav, Erik kept eyes on him as well. He decided not to interfere unless the boy took complete leave of his senses. The wizard of metal sat ready to intervene with his powers if necessary. Tommy came to a sudden stop, arched far back on the bike to make the front wheel rise, then seized the handlebars to perform a vertical spin. He lowered the bike on completion.

"Ohh, man." Frank jumped up to go to him. "Can't even lie. That was ten levels of slick, kid."

Standing together, an exchanged look between Alex and Leon expressed the same sentiment.

Tommy reacted to Frank, "Just ten? I had it at a hundred."

Frank released a teasing scoff. "Yeah, keep dreaming, pipsqueak. Maybe if I taught you a few of my moves…"

Carrying Trav on his hip, Erik made his way over. "See to it those moves stay out of the garage."

Frank replied impishly, "Dad, what kind of irresponsible little kid do you take me for?"

Alex piped up, "We'll lose too much daylight getting into that."

"Shu—" Remembering her very nearby son, Raven amended, "Zip your lips, Alex."

Frank looked to her with beaming features evident.

Trav regarded the bike skeptically. "Why'd you go and mess it up? It's supposed to be all blue like my mommy."

Tommy countered, "Well, red is like Magneto."

"And mine and Daddy's schools," Raven chimed in. "It's fine, Pooh Bear." She nearly fell back at the transparent figure appearing in front of her like a streak of lightning. "Okay, you telepaths need inner doorbells."

"Sorry, Big Bear's all over right now." The others flocked to the two females as Becky detailed the Gallaghers' situation. "I'm going, too."

"Anya," Erik named pointedly.

His daughter's image faced him. "Papa, please. The Howletts are… somewhere- I don't know. I've helped the safehouse kids before."

"She's right, Dad," Leon seconded. "I'd go, but I'm not exactly a source of comfort to the miracle of life."

Erik consented with, "Telephone us as soon as you get there and keep us informed."

"I will, Papa," Becky promised then turned back to the other original X-Woman. "We're in the garage."

"I'll meet you there."

When Becky's visual faded, Alex put forth, "Babes is getting scary good at that."

"Can I go with you, Mommy?" Trav requested.

"No, Pooh." Raven went to where Erik still held him to kiss her son's cheek. "You and the boys stay right here for Uncle Erik's Father's Day. Daddy, Becca, and I will be home as soon as we can."

"Kay," Trav complied.

At the way Raven took off next, Erik quipped, "Your mother is a blue bullet."

Trav smiled. "I bet my daddy delivers the baby all by himself."

Erik patted the little boy's belly. "Nothing he hasn't done before."

"Better call Melissa." Leon started for the mansion until he noticed Frank and Trav miming each other with eyes shut.

Alex questioned, "What are you doing?"

They finished creating twin air crosses with their fingers.

After they parted eyelids again, Tommy informed, "For the baby."

"Show me, show me," Trav implored eagerly.

Frank took him from Erik to stand in the grass. Getting to one knee, he redid the gesture. Erik watched with the same attentiveness as the wide-eyed seven-year-old.

IIIIIII

Even with the assortment of entertainment offered, a swarm of fair attendees crowded the corral pen. The contestants on top of the makeshift steeds consisted of a tall, stout man in about his mid-thirties and Logan, who used one hand to grip the contraption. Right outside the low fence, Kayla, Maya, and Cody stood among the spectators. Kayla held Mira and Todd watched from Cody's shoulders, pointing eagerly at the spectacle before them. When they passed the ten-minute mark, Logan's competitor had to request an end.

After deactivating the mechanical bulls, the announcer darted between them to proclaim, "And the winner is… the Wolverine!"

The people who groaned and jeered for losing their bet on the stockier man quickly got drowned out by the abundance of cheer. Naturally, the loudest shouts of praise came from Logan's personal audience. He and the other contestant shook hands. When he exited through the corral's gate, he hastened out of the way of the stampeding youths.

"You were unstoppable!" Maya beamed.

Logan lifted and spun the giddy girl. He lowered her to accept Mira in his arms and Kayla on his lips. At Cody's cat calling, Logan tossed his hair and ruffled Todd's.

"Hey, Wolverine," a teenage boy came their way with a camera aimed, "how 'bout a shot with the wife and kids?"

"You got it," Logan agreed.

"Oh, Lord." Kayla rolled her eyes, not entirely pleased to be documented in jeans and a tank top with her hair pulled back, but she posed beside her husband, anyway.

Logan supported Mira in one arm and sent the other around Maya. Cody carefully kept Todd on his shoulders and leaned against their father's pants leg. After the boy snapped two different angles, Maya intercepted before Logan could get his wallet out. The instant photos cost seventy-five cents each, but she gave the younger teen two dollars. Grinning ear to ear over the tip, he wished them a good day and went on to scout for other interested families.

Unsurprised by the narrowed blue eyes Logan sent her way, Maya only reminded, "Father's Day, remember? Deal with it." She handed him the pictures.

Logan gave off a mock growl, "You win this round, darlin'," and tugged on one of her pigtails, inwardly pleased to see her sporting the hairstyle.

Kayla took a picture from him and moaned. "I am so bloated."

"Get your eyes checked, woman," Logan automatically dismissed.

"You don't even know how not to be beautiful, Mama," stated Cody.

Kayla stroked his and Todd's cheeks. "You are the male opinions that count."

"Don't mind the chopped liver over here," Logan joked.

Maya offered, "I'll take your bloat for my boney if you want to swap."

Logan rolled his eyes and kissed Mira's head. "The only one of my women not completely off her rocker."

After they collected the prizes of their choice from Logan's win, they walked about the fairgrounds. They passed the ring toss, where Maya spotted a small boy completely dejected as, presumably, his father missed the target again. When he threw out his final ring, Maya stilled and as naturally as she could make it appear, directed the ring to land right on the portable TV he sought. Amidst the eruption of cheers, the shell-shocked vendor's jaw dropped. At Cody's offered fist, Maya bumped hers with his. Logan and Kayla quietly regarded the two with equally mischievous expressions.

IIIIIII

Filling the plastic trinket with multiple tiny edibles, Nate closed and rolled it across the rumpus room floor. Alerted, Courage got up from the area rug and followed its path. He picked it up in his teeth to bring back to the viewing boys.

Nate opened it to feed him two of the treats. "He loves this. Keeps him on his toes."

A delighted Joey took the plastic bone and wondered something as he sent Courage off on another recovery mission. "Uncle Nate, have you ever gotten in trouble with Uncle Chris? Really big trouble?"

The older boy pondered the question. "One time, to keep him from sleeping through a meeting, I squirted a water pistol in his face. He threatened to bury my toolkit in the backyard. I could hardly sleep that night…" Joey laughed and Nate put forth naughtily, "There was one other little incidental time I thought he'd box my ears for sure."

"What'd you do?"

"When I joined," Nate lowered his voice significantly, "the Courtiers, it wasn't by invitation. In fact, the adults wouldn't even consider me. So, on the first mission Cor and Fabian went on, I finished perfecting the shields and rushed them to the gang right away… in my Count Domino armor."

"Whoa, Uncle Chris told me about you fixing the shields, but he never said… You snuck on a mission?" Joey had to take a moment to grasp such a concept. When Nate nodded, he next asked, "Did you get a spanking? Bet you were grounded."

"Actually, Chris not only thanked me, he covered for me with your grandfather."

Joey's countenance sank into disbelief. "You've got to be fooling me. If you'd done that as an X-Man, you'd have gotten a big time whippin'."

"I don't doubt that," Nate replied honestly. "But Chris is pretty easygoing. So, if you've done anything, just talk to him." He squeezed Joey's shoulder. "He won't be cross. Definitely not with you."

Joey exhaled dryly. "I know."

Nate quickly noticed, "You don't sound very relieved."

The blonde child merely shrugged and resumed playing with Courage. Nate decided to let it drop. At least for the time being.

IIIIIII

Wealth of goods in her possession, the slim figure skipped inside through the gentlemanly automatic door. Maneuvering through the halls as if fueled by her own personal supply of rapturous stardust, she gave many passing adults pause. All proved too preoccupied with their extensive duties to do more than stare a few seconds. The multitude of minds, many pained and burdened with woe, radiated towards her mind like wailing spirits. Becky had to mentally still every so often to focus breathing and release whatever bliss she could in turn. She felt her eyes filling, but before building aches and despair could have their way, she honed in on her target.

Dressed rather nicely for his planned day in ironed black slacks and tan collared shirt, Ray lingered in the waiting area. His head hung nearly low enough to make contact with the tacky gray-lime patterned floor tiles. His formerly neatly combed hair now closer resembled a bedridden vagabond. Hank managed to receive authorization for the delivery room after presenting records on Gina as her preferred physician. Raven got in as 'next of kin' to placate Gina's hysteria.

At the welcomed aromas, Ray lifted his head and managed something resembling a smile when presented with the foam cup. "Thank you." He took a sip and reacted in pleasure. "Is this hot chocolate?"

"Warm milk with sprinkles of cocoa," Becky clarified. "My grandmother's blend. Here." She handed him the Styrofoam container she also had with her.

Putting his drink on the coffee table in front of them, Ray opened it to find a layered turkey sandwich. Potato chips surrounded it with a slice of fudge cake in one corner.

Practically awe-struck, Ray asked incredulously, "You got this out of the cafeteria?"

"God no," Becky scoffed, taking the burnt orange chair next to his. "There's a delicatessen around the corner. I saw it on our way over here. I'm just glad they were open on a Sunday."

"Probably because they make a mint on these hospital people working overtime." That said, he snatched up a handful of chips and shoved them into his mouth.

Becky watched him in marvel. "Wow, it's like I'm still at home with my brothers."

Chewing, Ray drank more milk for swallowing assistance. "Geez, I'm a slob. Forgot how hungry I was. We didn't even get a chance to order lunch. Sorry."

Becky shook her head. "No, you're fine. Enjoy."

The encouraged enjoyment reduced the food to crumbs very shortly.

After removing traces of chocolate from his skin with a napkin, Ray faced the somewhat celestial girl beside him. "You're Hank and Leon's sister. You brought in all those toys last Christmas?"

She nodded twice, but also informed, "I wasn't the only one. My aunt and uncle, Leon, Melissa; a lot of us contributed."

"… So weird."

"Huh?" Becky looked at him in puzzlement.

"No, I mean, it's cool," he quickly reassured. "I just don't get it. The Howletts make sense, but the rest of you? Your aunt and uncle can't even get a tax deduction from us because we have to stay secret."

"We're not after anymore money," Becky told him. "We wanted to do it."

Ray asked curiously, "Why? You specifically I mean."

The girl stated, "Because not doing it goes against my beliefs. You know it was adults who made up that big joke, Santa Claus. Whether a kid is good or bad, rich or poor, not having toys is completely unacceptable. Because I say so and I want my way."

Ray laughed his hardest of the entire day. "You are the weirdest, coolest rich kid I've ever met." At yet another pair of hastened footsteps, he leapt to his feet. His shoulders instantly drooped when the speeding team of nurses hurried right by them. He sent an intense groan heavenly. "This is ridiculous! Why can't somebody tell me what's going on with my wife already!"

"Ray—" Becky noticed the disgruntled others in the waiting room eying them. She shot them a ferocious look back. "I beg your pardon, but he's worried about his family. By the way, it's rude to stare." The woman present touched her chest in shock while the men near her sat dumbfounded over the child's audacity. Becky ignored their resulting thoughts as she stood. "Ray, it's okay. And I'm not just saying that." She placed a gentle grip on his tense arm. "Hank's in there with them. When my aunt was having my Cousin Brian, they both probably would've died if not for him."

Ray regarded her gratefully, but still vexed, "All this waiting is killing me. I was climbing the walls before you guys showed up."

"Come on." Becky gave him a little tug. "Let's go outside for a while. Hank or Raven will hunt us down if anything happens."

With a nod, Ray followed her until they reached the hospital's exterior. The sun, surrounding garden, and breeze did next to nothing to soothe him.

"I can't believe I fell apart like that." Ray sunk down onto the nearby bench, slouching. "If Hank hadn't have picked up, I'd probably be laid up on a stretcher." He stomped his foot against the pavement in frustration. "Yeah, real heroic husband. Can't wait to see how I louse up being a dad."

"You're already a great dad," Becky spoke in a tone completely dismissive to his nonsensical self-depreciation. She sat as well, facing him. "Ray, you got married at sixteen to be the baby's father. You're here losing your mind because you're worried about them. The same as my dad would be if I was rushed to the hospital."

Ray quieted before inquiring, "Do you like being adopted?" He groaned inwardly and looked at her sheepishly. "You probably hate that really stupid question, don't you?"

To his surprise, Becky laughed a little. "The one I really hate is "do you ever think about your 'real' parents". Right, because my adoptive family is a mirage or something."

"That is retarded," Ray agreed.

She answered his actual question with, "And yes, I love being adopted. Just this morning, I was in the kitchen with my brothers. Baking cookies while Frank was putting together a deluxe Jewish brunch. After we ate, we sat around his den- our cave- talking about my grandfather. My dad has trouble talking about the past sometimes, but he was really happy. I thought he was going to cry seeing Grandpa's picture after all these years."

Taking in her every syllable, Ray responded with a feeble curve about his lips, "I think you had a better morning with them than I had with my folks for years."

Becky's whimsical expression faded at his crestfallen one. "Ray, I am so sorry. I didn't mean to go on like that."

Ray shook his head. "You didn't do anything, Becky. It's just, as much as I hate it, I've been wishing on and off that my mom was here right now. Only way to get her to care worth a crap is to wave a bottle of tequila in front of her."

"Hm," Becky hummed thoughtfully. "I only ever wish mine would get beheaded with a dull blade." She nearly giggled at the utterly stunned countenance the boy developed. "She was going to sell me because my birth father wouldn't marry her, but he got away with me. I didn't know anything about this until last year."

"Wait," Ray tried to grasp. "What happened to your birth dad then? Did she do something to him?"

"No," Becky replied. "He was a CIA agent. He was killed in a terrorist attack when I was ten. If my family hadn't taken me, I'd probably be worse off than any of the safehouse kids."

Initially speechless, Ray eventually uttered, "I had no idea…"

"That I wasn't just some rich girl taking pity on the needy?" she filled in wryly.

Exhaling in good humor, Ray said, "I'm so glad you're here, Becky. You hardly know me, but you've made me feel better about all these fears. Not just being a husband and a father, but being a father for this kid. I've been terrified he'll hate me if he ever finds out the truth."

"Tell him the truth," Becky urged. "When he's three or four; the second he's old enough to understand. Ray, adoption is not something to hide in shame. It's supposed to be celebrated with a full marching band. I write sometimes and I don't think I know enough words to describe how much I love my father. Your baby is going to be grateful to you the same way, but not if you keep the truth from him like he's some dirty secret."

"You're telling me it never gets to you?" Ray wanted to know next. "The way people look at you? Saying adoption can never top blood?"

"People?" Becky echoed the word sourly. "What people? The ones who consider me trash because my birth parents weren't married? The ones who made fun of how I look for not having straight golden hair? The ones who forced the safehouse residents into hiding in the first place? The ones who look down on single dads like mine? Forget people, Ray and tell your baby to do the same. If they're so stuck on their blood, let's make them choke on it."

Ray bowed his head in a snort. "Oookay, no way in the world are you just some rich girl. Fess up." He looked at her with faux suspicion. "You got CIA training, too, didn't you?"

"That's classified," Becky answered impishly.

IIIIIII

Stopping outside the door to his middle host sister's quarters, Nate kept a snicker contained upon peering inside. He marveled at the sight of the Oxford Legend snuggled in among Emma's delicate cream-colored linens and teddy bears. Tipping in, Nate laid down and nudged shoulders with him.

Trying to get us both grounded, are you? I promised Father I'd rest before dinner.

Startled at first, Nate quickly reconnected with the mental voice. As the younger brother, I'm fairly certain I'm spared the brunt of Father's wrath should we co-conspire.

Youngest brother, Charles felt the need to emphasize. What's on your mind?

Clasping the man's left hand, Nate pressed the palm to his own head. You tell me.

Charles needed only a surface scan. Joey and Chris.

Nate nodded into his touch. Chris is very protective- I know this for sure- but he's not quite like your average grownup.

Tyrannical?

Exactly, Nate joked before growing slightly somber. When I visited for Cor's senior year spectacular, I was so eager to meet you. I never would have imagined we'd hit it off the way we did.

Charles brushed a thumb across his cheek. I have missed you, Nate. That was a special time for me as well. More than you know.

Nate's eyes shined. So, you can guess how gutted I was when you had to take the time to chew me out on the way to the college. Right after Erik smacked me for acting like a royal git.

Charles opened his eyes to look into the boy's face. It was far from my favorite part of that day, either. Though I do admit to getting a chuckle thinking about that dreamy-eyed tourist face of yours.

Thanks for that, Nate laughed lightly. I felt like a royal git. There are these bright ideas I get that kick out my common sense to make room in my head. And it doesn't dawn on me until I've really stepped in it. That's how I wound up living here in the first place.

That's what one calls a blessing in disguise.

Like getting punished. Nate elaborated with, even though I hated messing up with you and getting popped for dangling out of the car, I also felt… worthwhile I guess; wanted, cared about. Like the X-Kids are. I know they mean the world to you and in that moment, I really felt like one of yours.

You are, Charles vowed. Erik once pointed out to me that whenever I reprimand someone, it's because I've made a claim on them. Even without realizing it at first.

And that's what I know Chris wants Joey to feel, but the poor squirt's so baffled in the head.

My Joey, Charles laid in fondness of his little one, he's growing so well, but there's still that bit of my baby in there. Most children have aunts and uncles who exist solely to fill their rooms with new toys and smuggle in sweets when they've been denied dessert. But once Joey and Erik got closer, Erik essentially became another father to him. Third father after Alex's second if I'm being honest. Chris is an entirely different uncle.

Maybe I should talk to him, Nate considered.

Surprisingly, Charles disagreed, no. Chris has made great efforts in becoming a better brother, son, and uncle. I don't want him feeling unfairly criticized, as if he falls short no matter how much he tries. Considering the wall that used to stand between Joey and Erik, I don't doubt Joey and Chris will grow improve the same way.

Nate concluded, so, best not to henpeck?

Exactly. Charles then mentioned, though I personally appreciate your care and attentiveness and not only towards Joey.

Now jubilant, Nate made the telepath's shoulder into a pillow. Must be a Brit thing.

IIIIIII

Sprawled across the entirety of the island, the tall frame with red hair and limbs dangling held the kitchen extension to his ear.

"Why do you sound like you just got out of bed five minutes ago?" Liam wondered from his end.

In a continuously wry tone, Sean informed, "Right around ten minutes ago."

"Please don't tell me you've been spending your free days sleeping summer away."

"Of course not," Sean denied. "More like coming in late from triple monster features and enjoying a well-rounded three PM breakfast of Lucky Charms, Frosted Flakes, and Trix all in the same bowl."

Liam's amused exhaling spread through the receiver. "Breakfast of bachelorhood. Enjoy these fleeting moments because very soon three hot meals a day, pre-drawn baths, tension massages, and dryer fresh pajamas and slippers will be inflicted upon you."

Sean came back with, "Quit giving me cold feet, old-timer."

"Speaking of which," Liam put forth, "did you two remember Grandpa?"

Hearing as he passed through searching for another writing utensil, Tommy scoffed. "We mailed off his Father's Day cards before yours."

"Why do I bother to ask these things?" Liam questioned himself. "What'd you get up to today, sport?"

Accepting the receiver from Sean, Tommy detailed excitedly, "Tell Mom I helped bake today. We rode bikes and E- Mr. Lehnsherr showed us how to play Peter Pan his way and it was even better than the movie. Or seeing Sean in those goofy tights."

"Sounds it," Liam approved. "I'm glad you're having fun on this trip- well, mostly. Mom and I can't wait to have you back before we're too used to this peace and quiet."

"Uh huh. Here's Sean." Tommy returned the mouthpiece to him on his way back to the table.

Sean held it high enough for them both to hear.

"Alright, your mother and I need to get going for these reservations," Liam determined. "I love you, bonehead boys."

"Love you, Dad," his sons chorused.

After putting the telephone to the side, Sean sat cross-legged on the island top. "Okay, while you're working on that," he indicated the art supplies scattered on the table, "I need to try to make sense of these lyrics." He slid onto his feet. "Thirty minutes." Tommy regarded him with a sideways look. "Give or take forty."

Entering the kitchen with Trav attached to his back, Frank affectionately bumped shoulders with the departing redhead.

When Frank placed him on his feet in order for the teen to rummage through the chest freezer, Trav went to peer at Tommy's work. The older boy carefully cut pieces of green construction paper. The white poster board before him depicted a sketch of a massive tree with limbs stretched in every direction.

"What's that for?"

Not taking his eyes off the scissors and paper, Tommy replied, "Erik's Father's Day present. He's the great big oak and these are us." He frowned at his less than satisfying try at creating another leaf. "Joey makes this stuff look way too easy."

"Yeah, I've seen him make skyscrapers and everything out of paper mache," Trav raved. "You should ask him to draw you a real tree. Yours is all lopsided and just look at all those eraser marks."

"So, what?" Rolling his eyes, Tommy got up to go to the middle drawer on the sink's left-hand side. "It's art, not typing class. That penmanship stuff is for girls. And my brother- so, girls."

Frank stayed hunched over the freezer, unable to choke back his snickering. "Here, little guy." He gave Trav one of the popsicles and carried a spare over to the other brunette boy present. "And wise guy, want one?"

Tommy took it but somewhat vexed, "We're not gonna get chewed out about spoiling dinner, are we?"

"Nah, none of that formal stuff for Dad Day, even though we still can't get Becky to budge on that hand washing thing. Besides," Frank brought up next, "bomb pops are roughly eighty percent water. You'd have to eat at least half a box to get too full for real food." At the surprised yet intrigued blue eyes from Tommy, Frank smirked. "I know the fun parts of science Hank "forgets" to mention."

"Oops!"

At the seven-year-old's exclamation, the other two swiftly turned his way. Tommy's humored face morphed into horror as he tossed the popsicle and ran to his project. A red-white-blue lump now covered a significant portion of his sketch and splattered frozen specs of color in different spots.

Following a distressed Tommy to further review the damage, Frank demanded, "Trav, what did you do?"

Trav lifted his head, showing shining brown eyes. "It was an accident, Frankie."

"Fucking liar!" Tommy hissed, turning an intense glower on him. "You did that on purpose."

Trav gasped and pointed at him accusatorily. "I'm telling Uncle Erik. He's gonna get you for that word."

Frank started to verbalize, but had to lift Trav up and out of the way in a hurry as the irate visitor swept both arms violently across the table. The poster board, construction paper, and other drawing aides crashed to the floor with many parts scattering.

"I don't care what you do!" Tommy near-screamed before stalking off.

Frank tried to hurry after him. "Tom—"

"Leave me alone!" Footsteps that contained rage in every movement sounded on the ascending staircase.

Too taken aback by all actions in addition to the abrupt shift in the amicable air, Frank could only stand in place for a few seconds. Trav's lips formed a stunned circle at the massive mess left behind.

Words returning, Frank took him by the chin. "First off, you're not telling anything or I'm telling your Uncle Erik what made Tommy curse in the first place. Now, I need to clean this up before anyone sees." He lowered Trav to stand again. "Go up to my room. And I mean straight there. If I have to come looking for you, you better hope I go blind again."

With a deep whimper, Trav bulged his bottom lip and hung his head as he complied.

Not wanting to have to offer any explanations about the chaos, Frank worked as rapidly as he could to make the floor immaculate again. He collected and organized the stray art supplies, making especially sure to grab the scissors before any fun-sized fingers found them first. He returned everything to the drawer Raven kept them in for Trav and Kiki's use whenever they wanted to hover at her heels while she cooked.

When Frank finished the impromptu chore, he left and made his way upstairs. He closed the door as soon as he reached his room. There, he zeroed in on Trav on top of the covers, wriggling uncomfortably and clutching his stomach.

"Trav?" Frank went straight to him in concern.

"My tummy," Trav moaned, "it hurts, Frankie…"

"Easy, be still." Squatting at the side of his mattress, Frank pressed his ear to the small belly. "Oh boy, hold on." Rising, Frank brushed the little boy's hair with his hand. "I know what you need. Just stay put." He started for his door again.

"Medicine?" Trav frowned, sitting up a bit. "Frankie, no."

"Lay down, Travis." The unyielding order got the unhappy tot to return his head to the pillows and Frank took his leave.

Trav remained in a heavy sulk until the teenager came back with something that caught his attention. "What's that?"

"What's good for you." Frank touched the plastic cup to his lips.

Not missing the smell, Trav identified, "That's vinegar."

"Yep," confirmed Frank. "Don't swallow it. I want you to hold it in your mouth."

"What?" The tyke's eyes increased in size significantly. "Why? Tommy used the bad word."

"Only because you were mean to him on purpose and this isn't for bad words." Frank next clarified, "The swear kind, anyway. This is for lying to me." Frank indicated the cup again.

Trav immediately denied, "I didn't lie to you, Frankie."

"Yeah, you did," Frank countered matter-of-factly. "You lied to me downstairs when you said you didn't mean to mess up Tommy's poster. And worse than that, you just lied about your stomach feeling sick to get you out of trouble. Look, I don't expect you to tell the perfect truth all the time- I definitely don't- but you can't ever lie about being sick, Trav. You scared all of us the last time it happened."

Face in utter ruin by the time the older one stopped speaking, pools developed in Trav's eyes. "I'm sorry, Frankie…"

"And I believe it, little guy, but you still used your tongue to be bad and you were really mean downstairs." Frank raised the clear substance again. "Open up." At the tot's hesitation, Frank said nonchalantly, "If that's the way you want it, I'm not prying your teeth apart. Besides, how do I know you need vinegar? I'm just a lab assistant. We better wait on your dad. He's the real doc around here."

"No!" With a strong shake of his head, Trav opened his mouth.

Relieved the situation did not turn into an exhausting fit, Frank tilted the cup for him to take in. "Don't swallow." He pulled back when Trav took in hardly a fourth of the vinegar, not wanting to give him anywhere near the amount one of the instructors would use. "Hold it." Cheeks puffed out, Trav moaned in dissatisfaction. At twenty seconds, Frank raised the cup. "Okay, dump."

Trav gladly returned the extremely potent liquid to its container. "Uck!"

"Yeah, I know," Frank could not help sympathizing. "You're not used to it, either and I want to keep it that way."

Trav vowed, "I won't lie to you ever again, Frankie."

"Sorry to break it to you, little guy, but no one can keep a promise like that all the time," Frank informed kindly. "I just don't want you telling really bad lies like with your tummy or lying about something we both know isn't true like you dropping the bomb pop and calling it an accident. Do you get me?"

The younger boy nodded in firm compliance. "Uh huh."

"Good. Now, lay down." Frank stood as Trav stretched himself out against the pillows. He put the light blanket over him. "Naughty nap. No toys, no talking, no taking off from the room without my say-so."

"Kay, Frankie," Trav responded sullenly.

When he closed his eyes, Fran rubbed his hair a little. He then walked to his desk to preoccupy himself while the time passed.

II

When Leon left his private bathroom, he reacted to sudden knocking. The source did not come from his door, but beyond the windowpanes. Melissa roosted on the ledge, looking at him. With a confused raised eyebrow, Leon gestured for her to enter.

Once she disappeared and rematerialized in front of him, Leon wondered, "Since when do you need to knock to come in here? You could literally walk in on me in the shower and I wouldn't expect a knock."

"Don't be a tease to my mental images," she smirked slightly. "I know today is this big event around here. Didn't want to intrude on your daddy's boy-ing."

Understanding, Leon told her, "Erik Kids don't have to spend every waking moment together. Just in the Cave, training, holidays, bathroom breaks, that sort of thing."

"You guys are the picture of psychiatric health."

"Don't insult us." Leon next brought up, "Take it Marko gave you my message about Gina."

"Yeah, but trust me," Melissa took a few steps, staring at the bulletin board, "the real McCoys are better equipped for this. That delivery room, passing the nursery…"

Leon came to stand directly behind her. "I know. I also know you care about Gina. Whatever guilt you're feeling, knock it off. You're ruining the otherwise warm fuzziness we bring to this room."

Melissa's lips twisted into a wry smile. "You always know what a girl wants to hear."

Leon next asked her, "Is there another reason you came home?"

She cast her eyes on the carpeting. "I did whatever possible to keep today out of my head. Everything going on lately. Maya and Gina. Wolverine didn't supply a single chromosome for either one, but he was there for both in huge ways."

"However crude and disagreeable, the Private keeps his word." Leon touched a few fingers to her arm, making her turn. He directed them to sit on the side of the bed. "Even if you don't say it out loud, I know there's a part of you that blames yourself for your father's betrayal. That if you'd been a more ideal child, things would've stayed perfect. I know because I've wrestled with the same thing about Jared. Whether we were saintly or sinful, Melissa, it wouldn't have made a difference. They spat on us, dug the knives into our backs because that's who they are. They put on a façade our entire lives that came crumbling at the first real test of loyalty. We didn't fail. They did."

When her response brought her head to his shoulder, Leon in turn laid a hand on her knee.

Stilled beyond the door, the small knuckles finally rapped on the wood.

At Melissa's startled eyes, Leon looked at her in assurance that she need not leave. He detached from the mattress to go to the doorknob.

"Tommy," Leon reacted to the short visitor. He noticed the child's bizarre lack of vibrant energy in his posture. "You okay?"

Little person in anguish activating her senses, Melissa wanted to know, "What's wrong?"

Shaking his head, Tommy walked in and sat beside her. From his pocket, he presented her with the wrapped sucker. Letting off a pleasant exhale, Melissa accepted the watermelon flavored candy and ran fingers through his hair in appreciation.

IIIIIII

When the tyke stirred after thirty minutes, Frank left his desk. He joined him under the blanket as Trav rolled over to his direction. His brown eyes revealing themselves made him the picture of Bambi for a moment and Frank tried to keep from cooing over him when he yawned.

"Hey, little guy."

"Hi, Frankie," Trav returned brightly until full recollection settled in. "Do I have to sleep some more?"

"No, you're good," Frank replied. "Are you ready to act good, too?" Trav nodded and Frank tugged the little boy towards him. "So, level with me. Why were you starting stuff with Tommy? Are you mad he's gotten so close to Erik?"

"Mmhmm," Trav admitted. "Brian's always crying for Uncle Erik and when I get mad about it, everybody's all "he's just a baby", blah, blah, blah. Every time we're all together, Tommy always hogs Uncle Erik and he's teaching him how to use real swords. He's not even one of us. He's supposed to be Seanie's company."

Finding every word all too familiar, Frank said, "I get what you're feeling, little guy, big time. When Charles brought Joey home, I got crazy jealous. I didn't bother taking a second to think about what he'd been through. All I saw was Joey getting all the attention, even from Erik. Same thing when Lee moved in. I was majorly mean to them."

Disbelief showed on Trav's face and in his tone. "You were?"

"Yep," Frank confirmed. "I still feel bad about it. I didn't get along so well with my brothers back in the city and I wound up taking it out on the guys around here. You're not a mean kid, little guy. Don't act like one the way I did."

"But I want to be like you."

Frank smiled somewhat sadly. "I seriously appreciate that, pal. I just don't want you to have my regrets. You're too good for that."

Trav hugged him around the neck. "I'll say sorry to Tommy."

Frank eyed him fondly. "That's my little guy. Since you learned your lesson, I don't think we need to bug your folks. Besides, it's Father's Day."

Trav formed an ear to ear grin. "Thanks, Frankie. I'll go find Tommy."

"Not yet." Frank repositioned them to prop Trav on top of himself. "Let him cool off a while longer."

Nodding, Trav lowered to nestle against Frank's chest.

IIIIIII

To ensure that his commuters did not return to New York State at an ungodly hour, Winston ordered dinner on the table much earlier than normal. Though they knew it to be special circumstances, Adrienne, Chris, Emma, and Cordelia still experienced a dose of surrealism at the change in mealtime. They dined in the backyard again. The children received an additional surprise when they received permission to leave the table to relax poolside with their cups of gelato. Their group enjoyed themselves until the time to prep for the cars arrived.

After chatting in his office, Angel made her way to the front of the house while linked to the elder Frost's arm. "Thanks again for always having me. I know how much you go out of your way to keep me guarded."

"Angela, how many times must we go over this?" Winston faux vexed. "If you want to fit in with the rest of this family, you have to do away with that incessant consideration." She smiled and he said, "After that pound of fudge you bestowed on me, expect a monument in your honor on your next visit."

Beaming, Angel leaned on his arm.

Stationed near the front entrance, Cordelia savored the sensation of the small, warm body in her arms. "I hate leaving you."

Nate rubbed the fur under Beauty's collar. "She misses you all the more every time."

Cordelia gave him unamused eyes. "You two are really going to dissolve me into a puddle of guilt, aren't you?"

Nate blinked at her innocently. "Is it working by any chance?"

Cordelia spared an arm to bring around him. "I will be home permanently and we'll be angels in air again."

Careful of Beauty, Nate shifted for a proper embrace.

A jingling Brian charged through next with an eruption of giggles.

"Brian Henry," Charles darted after, kneeling to his level with hand extended, "give Daddy those keys at once."

Coming in along with Winston and Angel, Samantha reminded, "You're supposed to say please, Uncle Charles."

Giving her a brief look, Charles spoke to his baby again. "Pretty please, little lamb." At the tyke continuing to use the keys as a musical instrument, the Professor threw his head back. "Fine, fine, you're probably better equipped to drive back, anyway."

Alongside Emma, Chris laughed without shame. "He's in a hurry to get back to the one and only Uncle Erik."

Emma stepped forward and dipped to meet her small son's eyes. "Brian…" He deposited the keys in her waiting palm and she picked him up. "Thank you, sweet boy."

Charles stared at the ceiling in exasperation.

Cordelia went to him for a side hug and he kissed her head.

"Almost ready to take off?" Winston asked the gathered.

Appearing in the archway, Adrienne informed, "Not all of us."

They went to see her meaning and found Joey seated on the bottom step, nuzzling with Courage.

Chris raised a hand to keep the rest of them in place while he approached the pensive boy and pooch. "Every time you're here, I see why this big lug lights up around you." Chris touched the top of Courage's head. "You two will get more time together, Sprite, especially now that you're done with that nuisance known as school for a while."

"… Okay." Joey kissed Courage's ear and received a lick to the cheek before rising.

Chris hoisted the shorter blonde high. "Remember what I always tell you. Be good for your mom and dad and especially your Uncle Erik."

Gripping the man's shoulders, Joey attempted a defiant expression. "Or what?"

"Or I'll find out and be upset with you for a long time to come," Chris came back with. "I'm talking ten, maybe even fifteen full seconds."

Joey drooped a little. "… Right."
Once final goodbyes commenced, Winston, Chris, Nate, and the dogs walked outside with the departing bunch. They watched them load into and take off in the X-Van and Cordelia's vehicle of gleaming gold.

IIIIIII

Hours dragged on in the waiting room, despite the endless hospital activity. Becky dozed off more than once, partly to rest her mind from the surrounding suffering. She awoke for a third time, discovering the seat next to hers vacant. Hopping up, she sensed and found Ray right around the corner. He paced furiously, stopping every so often to go into a trembling squat. At the numerous adults who simply bypassed him with hardly a second look, Becky developed her own fury.

It simmered in order for her to approach the frantic older teen. "Ray, come on." She attempted to help him up by gripping his arm. "It's alright. Let's sit back down."

"No, I can't, I can't," he chanted, shaking his head vigorously. "God, Becky, I'm scared. I can't take any more of this."

Becky lowered to bring arms around him as best she could. "Then I'll stay right here with you."

Ray squeezed her wrist and requested in desperation, "Pray with me, Becky, please."

"Of course." Becky gave her hands over to his clutch and they dipped their heads.

At the images that radiated from him into her, Becky let off soft grunts. She saw the teary-eyed woman pleading with the irate man towering her, unable to distinguish the few heated words that came through. She next felt the defenseless body flung against a wall before being throw into and breaking a table while the larger boys laughed together like a pack of hyenas. Becky shivered upon seeing the park bench with the stone material feeling more like jagged chunks of ice from the extreme cold. Maintaining her closed eyes, Becky pried one hand free to bring to Ray's head. Keeping her strained moaning internal, she commanded new thoughts to ascend and eclipse the current ones like a mountain over an anthill.

"Okay, I have to- I need to ask you something."
"You're way too serious right now. Should I be scared?"

"No, but I've got some of that going on. Okay, um, y—" Pausing, he moved from his chair to go to one knee before her. "Do you think maybe- no, God, I'm screwing this up."

Gina's urgent eyes looked into his. "Ray… what is this?"

Finding some form of strength in lacing their fingers together, Ray finally collected his words. "Will you marry me, Gina?"

"… Is that supposed to be funny?" Angrily, she tried to pull away from him.

Ray held on. "You think this is a joke? I've never been more serious in my life. I have never cared about anybody the way I do you and this baby. I had no idea I could care this much. I want to be with both of you. Forever."

Gina's hands and lips trembled. "Oh, my God, Ray…"

Ray reiterated with greater emphasis, "Will you marry me? Gina, please. We can be a family. We already are."

Still shaking, she did not trust her voice with the tears rolling and only nodded at first. "Y-yes."

Relief and euphoria filling him in a simultaneous feat, Ray arose high enough to meet her lips.

Done with the silent petition to divinity, Ray's eyes shot open, reflecting a vibrant blue. He looked to the girl with unmatched emerald orbs, growing a big smile.

Becky spoke first with, "Are you okay?"

Bobbing his head, Ray squeezed her hands. "Thank you, Becky."

Unsure as to which act on her part he referred to, she received no time to probe as the call of, "Ray," made them both gaze up.

"Shane!" Rushing to his feet, Ray ran at the new arrival.

Shane let him latch on and he locked arms around him in turn. "Oh, my God, buddy, I'm so sorry. I got here as quick as I could. Also, grabbed this." He showed the camera dangling around his neck.

"I'm so glad you're here, man," Ray uttered ecstatically, biting back another crying surge.

Watching them in delight for a moment, Becky said, "Be right back, guys," and made a path for the bathrooms.

Once inside the ladies' facility, the girl dashed for and practically threw herself against the sink's vanity. Her face lowered, sobs vibrated throughout her thin frame and everything blurred as fighting the stinging tears proved non-optional.

"Becca?"

With a gasp from the abrupt jarring of her present mindset, Becky cleared her throat before responding to her communicator. "Big Bear, what's going on?"

In the waiting area, Shane left an arm around Ray, who continued clinging to his shirt front. Both lifted their heads when the petite female rejoined them.

"I just heard from my brother." Becky's entire body appeared ready to float on air. "The baby's here!"

Shane instantly grinned while Ray hurried to stand and insist, "I have to see them."

"Ray, hold on." Getting up next, Shane gripped both the teenager's shoulders as he spoke to him. "We need to head over to the nursery. Once the baby is cleaned, they're going to show him to you through the glass."

"What?" Ray came close to screaming, exasperated beyond measure. "What the hell is with this joint? They left me out here forever and I still have to wait to see my own wife and kid in the flesh?"

Before Shane could answer, Becky did so with, "Nope," and took Ray by the wrist. "Let's go."

"What do you think you're doing?" Shane moved to keep up with the resolute pair. "If we go charging in there, we'll have security on our backs in two seconds."

"No, we won't," Becky countered simply. Planting seeds of mental suggestions as they passed staff members, she nonchalantly ordered, "Excuse us, excuse us, please get out of our way, move."

Shane looked on in amazement at the obedience from every adult.

They very quickly reached the designated delivery room.

Bundle at last in her possession, the sweat-streaked Gina flashed a massive smile. "Ray!"

The primary doctor stepped over to admonish the young bunch. "You are not perm—"

"Get out," Becky directed with her thumb, "now," she faced the two nurses as well.

Shane raised an eyebrow, getting out of the way for them to file out in orderly fashion.

Seated in a chair by the bed, Raven glanced up at Hank secretively.

Not concerned with the exiting physicians in the slightest, Gina urged, "Honey, look. Look at her."

Despite everything around him going into an intense swirl, Ray somehow powered his legs forward. "H-her?"

"Our daughter," Gina confirmed, voice cracking. She peeled back a portion of the white blanket to unmask the newborn's face. "You see, sweetie? Daddy's here, look."

Nearly stumbling on his way to be close to them on the bed, Ray could only gape at the miniscule body of creamy beige with pink about the cheeks. Shane remained in place, taking the opportunity for his first picture. Becky went around to stand by Hank and Raven. Ray dared extend a hand to feel the smooth skin. He tried to touch her infinitely smaller palm, only for her to capture his pinky with eyes still closed.

"She's so beautiful, you guys," Becky asserted.

"A little doll," swooned Raven.

Sniffing and keeping at bay additional crying for the time being, Gina emphasized, "She is… everything; just everything."

"I can't believe you're here," Ray addressed the tiny one directly. "I wanted to see you. I wanted to meet you so bad."

Shane wanted to know, "Is she healthy?"

"Five pounds, eight ounces. Her heartrate, breathing, and muscle tone are normal," Hank reported. "They still have tests to run on her, but those are standard procedure."
"Ray," Gina breathed joyfully, "oh, my God, she has your eyes." She raised her delicate bundle marginally for a better view of her face.

When Gina indicated for him to take hold of her, Ray exercised great gentleness in completing the transfer. As soon as his arms cradled her, a warmth spread from her and continued throughout him.

Through her partially parted eyelids, Ray caught glimpses of the blue irises. "Ohh wow, I can't believe it. They are just like mine."

"Actually, many babies are born with blue eyes that eventually cha—" At the menacing glares from his wife and sister, Hank decided not to continue that train of thought. "Change them. Blue-eyed babies change into the biggest clingers."

Shane turned his head to hide his amusement.

Ray declared, "She can cling all she wants," unable to stop marveling over her pudgy cheeks.

"What's her name?" Becky asked with immense curiosity.

Gina formed a proud smile. "Since she is our firstborn, I wanted her to be named for her daddy, Raymond Louis Gallagher, who loves her and gave her a family. So, everybody say hello to Ramona Louise Gallagher."

While the on-lookers reacted in support, Ray deemed, "No way." He then calmed Gina's stunned countenance with, "You gave me a family." His attention went to their resident director as well. "All of you."

"We are a family," Shane stated plainly. He made his way over to kneel by them and fully gaze upon the newborn. "No matter what, we're going to take care of you. You're in the best of hands, Ramona."

When the slim girl leaned on him, Hank repositioned his right arm to tuck Becky under it.

IIIIIIII

Sufficiently sweat soaked from taking in the Havok's Hovel gym with his eldest boychick, Erik started upstairs to his own quarters. His plans to shower and change into comfortable evening clothes instantly paused at the rapid yet delicate footsteps he heard next. Entire expression lighting up, the man lowered in time to catch the speeding body. He kissed the top of the baby's head twice as he lifted him.

"Uncle Erik!"

Holding Brian to his front, the metal wielder gave the other arm to the older little blonde who raced into the room next. "An escaping mouse and kangaroo." Joey giggled when Erik hoisted him. "We have our very own cartoon in the making."

Joey latched onto the man around his neck. "How do you keep getting stronger?"

Erik informed, "Those worrisome vegetables you and Cody despise."
"They work too slow for us," Joey claimed. "We're still short."

Entering, Emma laughed at her son's remark. "Someone needs his bath." She tapped Brian's foot.

"I'll see to that." Erik touched cheeks with each boy. "Let me ready them for bed. I know you and my brother are eager to unwind from that drive."

Emma gratefully agreed and instructed her sons, "Be good to your uncle. Daddy and I will say good night later," and kissed them both before taking her leave.

At the particularly tight squeeze Joey gave him next, Erik sat on his bed with the pair in his lap. "Now, what's all this, kangaroo?" He moved enough to look the child in the face for even the most marginal traces of potential harm done. "Did something happen at your grandfather's?"

Joey shook his head hard. "I just really missed you today."

Bringing each fanciful small one nearer to him, Erik said, "Call it greed or all-out selfishness on my part, but all is never well without you home with me. I know you must get to know your mother's side of the family, but you're still mine regardless."

"We know it," Joey smiled then considered something. "Hey, Uncle Erik, am I too old for time-outs?"

The elder arched an eyebrow. "What in the world or elsewhere gave you that notion, hm?"

"No, just wondering."

"Ah, well, I'll tell you the same as I do the bigger children. You'll be too old when you no longer do anything to earn yourself a little quiet time."

"Yes, sir." Joey nestled against Erik's neck, untroubled by the perspiration buildup.

II

So preoccupied by his present doings, the abnormally pensive child flinched at the pair of arms that briefly captured him.

Catching sight of his tormenter, Tommy lightly jabbed at him. "Get off me, you crummy creep."

"Anything you say," Sean messed his hair briskly, "cutie creep." Retracting his hand from the ten-year-old's snapping teeth, he noticed the white parchment propped beside the desk. "Aw, isn't this what you were making for Erik?"

"I guess," Tommy shrugged. "Frank helped Trav clean it up with some science gobbly gook and they painted over the sticky crap."

"Good. Glad Trav tried to make it up to you." Taking the chair by the top, Sean spun it so that his brother faced his direction. "But I'm way prouder of you. I know Trav ticked you off big time, but you didn't try to swing at him."

Tommy scoffed. "Like I was trying to listen to that little peapod wail. Get enough of that from you."

Sean softly bopped the top of his head with his fist. "If you're working on this late, you've got company." He took his portable typewriter to the bed. "I won't fink if you won't."

"Deal. I'm gonna stash this for now." Tommy picked up the poster board in addition to the notes he jotted as he stood. "I'm doing devotion, too."

Sean nodded in respectful understanding. He kept quiet as he maintained attention on his typing, not wanting to be a disturbance in the least.

Going into the closet, Tommy placed the large paper in the very back. He shut the door and made himself comfortable on the floor with his small sheets, which contained names or short descriptions.

Dear Father, hear my cry, for everyone they've hurt, for every lie, please answer my wish so that they may die.

IIIIIII

Almost as soon as he finished easing Brian back into slumber, the dutiful elder detected another youthful distressed mine. He faced where the dark-haired lass lingered silently in the doorway.

Princess, what's the matter? Did your cousin wake you?

Becky shook her head as she made a path for him into the nursery.

Charles accepted her into his embrace and eased them both into the rocking chair. He covered his niece with one of many baby blankets gifted to his smallest son. At the waves of tension she emitted, Charles pecked her temple and spoke into her psyche.

It seems my tiny telepath pushed her powers a bit overboard.

Becky sent back, you and Papa gossip all night, don't you?

Gentlemen don't gossip. We compare notes. Specifically, how we hate seeing our little girl suffer through aches and strain. Charles kept his admonishing tone gentle for the adolescent mind, gingerly rocking her.

I used my powers a ton earlier when we were having practice-play. I didn't know I'd have to go to a hospital all of a sudden. Oh, Uncle Charles, so many of those people were in the worst pain... Becky closed her glistening eyes. I wanted to be there for Ray, but it felt like he was there for me. Concentrating on him kept me from going insane.

My love, I know, Charles greatly sympathized. As if the general public wasn't hard enough, medical settings take a heavy toll on us. It's a miracle I survived my first trip to the psychiatric facility. Though difficult, you maintained a level head. Not only for Hank but for those scarcely familiar to you.

I had to help Ray, Becky insisted. I don't know where people like him come from. He was so scared for Ramona, but his own parents don't care if he's scared, alone, or hurting. Why do people act like bios are so sacred? I keep seeing them treat each other so horribly.

Like you, I would love to believe that we're the perfect, pure alternative, Charles came back with solemnly, but we mustn't delude ourselves into extremism, Princess. While I would never change our unique dynamic for the world, we've seen the good in biology as well. There are also foster parents out there undeserving of even cohabitating this planet with children. It's the people within families who must make the decision to be good to one another.

You're right, Becky knew, but I still love being chosen.

You have chosen us as well, Charles stroked her loose curls. From our first moments onward, I've seen the depths of love and commitment you have for this family beyond teamwork and mutation. While I wish we'd met under better circumstances, I know I sensed you for a purpose.

Because we were always meant to be family. To find Auntie Em for the Triad.

Yes, but that isn't what I'm referring to. Charles went on with, Alex is Erik's heir apparent. Without a doubt, I know you are mine. I'm entrusting you to care for the others as I do now because there will come a time when I cannot.

Becky promptly dropped eye contact with him. Uncle Charles, stop it!

You may not want to face it, Charles seized and lifted her chin, but you must. Because I will not always be here, Rebecca. Neither will your aunt. You will have to bring comfort and counsel to the others. Be there for every individual with the emotional strength and guidance necessary to keep the X-Men together.

Uncle Charles, I can't-

You already have. It's only come too naturally for you to notice. You will not always make the right decision nor win everyone's favor, but I have absolute faith that you will persevere through it. You'll know it, too. Charles slid a soothing hand along her back. Someday.

Leaving her head on his chest, Becky's dim green eyes watched the window.