Note: Amadora- ah-muh-door-ah(9)

So... it's been awhile... it seems to be a running theme with this story, where I have the chapter written out but can't figure out how exactly to end it so I leave it unpublished for months until I finally just post it. Lol. Thank you to my two lovely reviewers, Hanbin and guest. its so nice to get feedback, you guys really do keep me writing. For the last couple years it seems like I have fallen into a slump where I rarely write. I'm gonna try my hardest to come out of this hole I'm in. I hate that I haven't been writing as much as I used to, so bare with me.

"Amadora."

"What?"

"Amadora. That's what I'll call her," Pietro repeated, gazing lovingly down at the adoring baby in his arms.

"Um, okay," Todd answered awkwardly, staring confused at the speedster.

"Pietro, are you going to school today?" Lance asked as he descended the stairs.

"I would, but I gotta watch the baby."

"I'll watch her," Fred chimed in, from the sink as he washed his plate.

Pietro begrudgingly agrees, and carefully hands the little girl off to the huge blonde. For a moment, he felt fear course through him, at the thought of Fred accidentally crushing her. But, he quickly brushed the thought aside and ran upstairs to get ready for school. She would be fine. Fred, despite the way he looks, is very gentle.

The car ride in Lance's Jeep was quiet as they drove to school. Pietro had a hard time concentrating in any of his classes, his mind distracted with thoughts of Amadora. He couldn't stop thinking about what she would be doing, did Fred feed her? Had he put her down for a nap? What if she choked on something! He nearly stood up from his chair at the very thought of that happening.

He noticed a pair of girly shoes standing beside his locker as he stuffed his crap inside of it. He didn't acknowledge their presence until he was done and had shut his locker. In front of him, Kitty Pryde was leaning against the locker. He should have known, he thought with a roll of his eyes. She had her books clutched against her chest and a soft smile on her face. "Hey Pietro," she greeted sweetly.

"What do you want, Pryde?" he grumbled, sizing her up with a narrowed gaze.

"Don't be such a grouch." She rolled her eyes, as she turned and started to walk to the cafeteria, Pietro following along with her reluctantly. "I thought you might want my notes for the classes we share." She shrugged off-handedly as she sat next to Lance at the Brotherhood's chosen table.

Pietro opened his mouth to tell her he didn't need her help, but she was already pulling the notes out of her bag.

"So, Mr. Sanders assigned a three page essay due Thursday. And, in Ms. Faris' class we talked about sections two through four. Here," she handed him the papers she had sorted out while she talked. Pietro rolled his eyes at the valley girl but took the papers anyway.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever Pryde. It's not like any of these classes are hard. I already read through all the textbooks," he sneered, setting down the papers and getting his food without another glance to her.

Lance gave her an apologetic look, but she just shrugged off the albino's attitude. She was use to his snarky remarks by now.

"Where's Fred at?" She inquired with a curious look as she gazed around the lunch room.

"He's watching Amadora," Todd chipped in from his end of the table, before stuffing his face with the free lunch.

Kitty gave him a confused look with a tilt of her head, "Who's Amadora?"

"That's my baby girl's name," Pietro informed her nonchalantly as he returned with his tray.

"Aw," she cooed teasingly at him. Pietro only glared venomously in response. "That's a beautiful name, Pietro."

"Yeah, yeah, I wasn't really asking for your opinion, Pryde." With a smile she shrugs and rises from her spot on the bench. She gives a wave as she makes her way to her friends' table.

"Kitty?" The girl in question, turned her head to find Scott had come up behind her with his tray in hand. He stood there with an incredulous look on his face. "What were you doing at the Brotherhood table?'

The girl rolled her eyes in exasperation at the older boy's antics and continued walking to the table. "Calm down, I was just giving Pietro some notes from class since he missed a couple days." With that she splits away from him to sit on the opposite end of the table next to Rogue. The gothic girl gives her a slight nod of acknowledgement but doesn't raise her head from her book. The girl ignores Scott and Jean's disapproving looks and starts in on her food while trapping Kurt in a conversation with her about the latest show they had been bingeing.

As soon as the last bell rang, Pietro sped home, not sparing a glance at the jeep. When he opened the door and walked in, he spotted Fred on the couch. Pietro raced over, eyes searching for the small bundle of bright eyes and fuzzy hair.

He spotted the small baby swaddled in her blanket sleeping peacefully on Fred's large stomach. The bigger teen was snoring loudly while the TV droned on aimlessly. Pietro relaxed as he carefully scooped the child into his arms cradling Amadora to his chest. Unwrapping her, he checks her over, making sure she was perfectly intact. He then smells her diaper- its clean- and wakes up Fred to ask if he fed her.

After confirming he had in fact fed and changed the girl with no trouble, the bigger boy slunk up to his room to sleep some more.

With a smile, he lifts the little cutie up. She grins lopsidedly at him, letting out a cooing noise that sounded like the beginnings of a giggle. Pietro slumps onto the couch, finally able to take a breath as he relaxes with Amadora cuddled on his chest.