He'd spent the night, but was gone the next morning. Wanda looked around at the other parcels he'd left behind. She didn't feel like opening them with him gone, but she loved how thoughtful he'd been with them. She found the first one he'd handed to her, labeled with a big number '1' and turned it over. Curiosity got the best of her, and she began to unwrap it, smiling as she pulled a small silver menorah and candles out of the box. She set it up on her desk, sighing as she thought of the next week without him.
She took the other gifts and pushed them under her bed, in case any of the boys came snooping. Her hand went to the velvet box, opening it again to look at the necklace within. She took it out, and stood at her mirror, clasping it around her neck. Wanda admired it on her, and her hand fell on her stomach. "What do you think? Daddy did good, huh?"
She wrapped both hands around the pudge, as she realized she was speaking to the baby. She hadn't done that before, and looked down. "Can you hear me?" It seemed preposterous that the baby could, she wasn't even sure if he had ears yet. But she found some comfort in speaking to it. She understood why Kurt always did. Wanda rubbed her hand over her stomach again. "Let's go get breakfast." She pulled on an oversized sweatshirt and headed down the stairs.
The boys were all surrounding the television. None of them even looked up as she walked past the living room and into the kitchen. The fridge offered little, but at least the milk seemed to still be good. She found a box of cereal and poured herself a bowl, walking into the other room and finding an empty spot on the couch next to Fred.
Pietro looked to her and made a face. "Maybe you should lay off the carbs, Wan."
Wanda glared at him. "What?"
"You're looking puffy, wearing baggy clothes all the time," he shrugged. "Maybe eat a salad. Don't want that to be your future." He pointed to Fred.
She looked back to her cereal. "I'm not puffy."
"You're beautiful, babycakes," Toad told her, and she rolled her eyes. "You could be 500 pounds and you'd still be gorgeous."
"Have you ever seen someone who is 500 pounds, Toad?" Pietro countered.
"I'm 450," Fred said with a sad look. "It's not so bad."
Wanda sighed and stood, taking her cereal to her room and letting the boys have their insipid argument. She looked again to her stomach, shrouded by the sweatshirt. She had maybe less time than she thought to keep this secret.
~&Q~
The next few days were tough. She was lonely without Kurt. He'd called a few times, and they spent some time on the phone, but it wasn't the same. The last time he called, he was gearing up to tell his parents. She hoped it went well, she had no idea what his parents reaction might be.
She didn't hear from him again until the day he was set to come home. Once he landed at JFK, Wanda got a text and she waited eagerly for him to come to her. It was a few hours before he was able to break himself away from the X-Men, but finally he arrived in her room. She flung herself into his arms as soon as he did.
"Miss me?" he smiled, pulling her in close.
"So much," she told him, pulling him tight.
He wrapped his arms around her, then lifted a brow, pulling away. "Your stomach," he moved his hands to it.
"I know!" she sighed. "It's gotten bigger in only a week."
"Is that normal?" he asked her.
Wanda shrugged. "I dunno. But we have an appointment with Dr. McCoy in two days."
Kurt nodded. He kissed her head. "I told my parents."
"Oh?" she looked up to him.
"They want to meet you," he said. "They want me to bring you home for spring break."
Wanda lifted a brow. "Is that a good idea?"
"Ja," he told her with a smile. "They want to meet the mother of their grandchild."
"They're ok with it?"
"Well," he started. "They're not completely thrilled with the fact that we're having a baby so young. But still," he paused. "It is as it is, ja?"
Wanda nodded. "So," Kurt continued. "In March we go to Germany." His hand found her stomach again. "You will meet Oma und Opa little one." He smiled as he stroked his hand over her. She put her hand with his, squeezing gently.
~&Q~
"Mien Gott," Kurt stared at the screen in wonder. "It's waving at us!"
Hank chuckled. "He's very active today," he moved the wand over Wanda's belly. "Now, let's see if we have a he or a she."
Wanda looked to the screen intently, as the angle changed around the baby. Kurt held tight to her hand, and they both watched their child.
"Let's see," Hank's brow furrowed. "Aha. Well, it looks like you're having a little girl."
"Girl?" Wanda smiled wide, then looked to Kurt. "It's a girl."
Kurt's eyes shone with pride, watching the screen. "Little girl. Mien madchen." He looked to Wanda, and leaned down to brush a kiss against her lips. "We're having a daughter, mien liebechen."
She kissed him back, then her eyes moved back to the screen. Knowing the baby's sex somehow made her all the more real. Her. Their baby girl.
