Hank had given Wanda a print out of the sonogram. She lay in bed, her fingers tracing over all the parts she could recognize. Head, arms, tail. Her baby. She smiled and her hand traveled to that tiny bump.

The soft sound of her boyfriend arriving took her attention. She turned to see Kurt removing his jacket. "Sorry," he sighed. "Everyone has been getting on my case about not hanging out. I had to agree to watch a movie with Kitty and Evan in order for them to leave me alone."

"It's ok," she smiled at him as he climbed into bed next to her. She held the picture out to him. "Look."

He took it and his brow furrowed. "What is it?"

Wanda laid her head on his shoulder as she pointed everything out. "That's the head, and that's a hand. And down here is an itty bitty tail."

Kurt grinned. "It's our baby?" Wanda nodded against him, as he pulled it closer to inspect. "A little tail, huh?" He turned to her. "So it went well? Everything is ok?"

"Dr. McCoy said everything looks normal. As normal as it can be at least," she pulled him closer to her. "He wants me to come back next month to find out the sex."

Kurt leaned in and kissed her. "Thank you, Wanda."

He put the sonogram on her bedside table, propping it up so they could both see it. They snuggled into each other, looking at their future in that small, black and white image.

~&Q~

The next few weeks found Wanda showing more and more. In the first three months there had been nothing, and suddenly the bump was blowing up. She swapped for looser fitting clothing, but wondered how much longer she would be able to keep this secret.

Once the bump was apparent, Kurt couldn't keep his hands off it. He rubbed it, and more than once spoke to it, as if the baby within could hear anything. She didn't mind most times, but once in a while it would irritate the hell out of her. As the pregnancy progressed, she found herself becoming shorter and shorter with things that annoyed her. Toad, especially, found himself on the other end of her wrath. All the boys she lived with were becoming harder for her to deal with. She was grateful every evening, when Kurt would teleport in and she'd be able to curl up beside him.

The holidays were fast approaching. Wanda never knew what to do with herself around this time. Last year there hadn't been much celebration at all. She had vague memories when she was young, but they were fuzzy and few.

With the holidays coming, it meant that winter break was coming. She'd been exhausted lately, and looked forward to a week without school. Perhaps a week with Kurt, a week they could spend just the two of them. She smiled at the thought.

One night, only a few days before the holiday break, Kurt had shown up in the evening with a bag of wrapped packages. Wanda lifted a brow at him.

"Happy Hanukkah?" he said uncertainly. "This is how it works, ja? Tonight is the first night?"

Wanda smirked at him, taking one of them as he offered it. "Yeah. I didn't think you'd have known."

"Well, I looked it up," he told her, then laid the bag on her bed. "There's eight in here. One for every night. Right?"

Wanda laughed at him. "You didn't have to do this!" she turned the package over in her hands. "I didn't even get you anything yet."

"It's ok," he told her. "We can do Christmas when I get back."

Wanda looked to him. "When you get back? Where are you going?"

"Germany," he told her. "It's why I brought them all. I'm leaving tomorrow."

Wanda put the box down. "You didn't tell me that."

"Oh," he replied. "I guess I assumed-" he paused. "I'm going home to see my parents for the holidays. I'll be back right after New Years, though."

"Why wouldn't you tell me," she looked to him angrily. Her plans for the holidays completely gone.

"I'm sorry," he apologized. "I didn't think-"

"You didn't think," she stood up, glaring at him. "You didn't think at all about me. You just make your own plans, and who cares about Wanda!" She took a breath. "Is this is how it's going to be then? You do your thing, don't even tell me. I'll just stay home and take care of the baby while you just live your life like nothings even changed!"

"Nein!" Kurt's eyes widened at her. "Not at all Wanda! But I can't just not go home for Christmas." He moved forward, taking her hand. "I'm going to tell my parents while I'm home, about you and the baby. Next year, you'll come with me."

Her emotions were taking over, and she could feel tears starting. She felt stupid, crying over this. Kurt's expression melted as the tears rolled, which made her cry all the more. "Liebe, please don't cry."

"I just don't want to spend a whole week by myself," she told him. "You didn't even think about that."

Kurt sighed. "I'm sorry," he told her. "But I promise, I'll be back before you know it. And then we'll go to Dr. McCoy together and find out about our baby." He moved to the bag, and dug to the bottom, pulling out a small box. "Here," he handed it for her. "I numbered it to be the last one, but open it."

She took the box and sat down again, slowly pulling the wrapping off. Opening the small, velvet box, she spied a pendant, a circle with two small spheres. In closer inspection, it appeared to be a mother's arms, encircling a small child. She put her hand to her mouth.

Kurt sat beside her, putting his arms around her. "Ich liebe dich," he whispered, kissing her hair. "We'll never spend a holiday apart again after this. I promise."