Knowing they were having a girl, they started planning for her impending arrival. Wanda was now almost six months, over halfway through already. The first day she could finally feel the baby, poking within, was another validation. Since then, she was thrilled every time she felt the little girl within.

She and Kurt had begun discussing names, yet had not come to any agreements yet. He had a preference for German names, but she wasn't interested in her daughter being Heidi or Gretchen. She'd bought a baby names book, which she was currently combing though. She had made it to H.

Her belly was becoming far harder to hide. The loose clothing wasn't so loose anymore. She was getting side eyes in school on a daily basis, but no one had said anything. She was still pretty intimidating to most, and she was sure no one would have the nerve to say anything to her face.

Except, of course, her brother. He'd been poking fun at her for weeks now. Making fat jokes, pretending the furniture she was sitting in was creaking, making comments every time she ate. It was getting severely on her nerves, but also making her incredibly self conscious. Toad still professed his undying love, but she was so grateful for Kurt, who made her feel beautiful even as she felt she was ballooning up to an unbelievable size.

As she approached her third trimester, she found she had less and less patience. She was short with people, and the pregnancy was becoming uncomfortable. She started missing days at school, which put her on her housemate's schedule. On top of it, Hank had nixed her flying to Germany, as he was nervous about what it would mean for the pregnancy. She'd spoken on the phone with Kurt's parents, and they seemed genuine, though she felt nervous chatting with them. His mother asked her a thousand questions from how she was feeling to what she was eating. She knew they were just curious, but she felt some of the questioning was a little invasive. Kurt saved her, promising them they'd keep in touch and they'd see each other when summer came.

She'd slept in, missing the first three periods. Clearly, she wasn't going to school today. As she rolled herself out of bed, she felt a pain in her lower back. "Ow," she sighed, pushing against it. Her daughter shifted, suddenly placing her weight directly against the crick in her back. "Ow!" She pushed against it again. "Move, little love," she tried to push hard enough that the baby would move, but to no avail. Wanda sighed and threw on her robe, heading downstairs for breakfast.

"Finally awake, huh?" Pietro stood by the kitchen table, Toad and Fred with him.

"Yes," she sighed, moving to the refrigerator. "Where's Lance?"

"He's back on the Kitty train," Fred told her. "So he's at school."

"Ugh, I don't know what he sees in her," Pietro made a face. "Why would anyone go for one of those X-Geeks?"

Fred shrugged. "She's pretty."

"She's an idiot," Pietro replied. "They all are."

Wanda couldn't help growing irritated with her brother. "Maybe he likes her?"

"Then he's an idiot," Pietro told her. He eyed the sandwich she was currently building. "You really need so much mayo on that?"

Wanda gritted her teeth at him. "I like it, Pietro."

He shrugged. "It's like everything you eat just attaches itself to you," he sighed. "Do you like being fat?"

"I'm not fat," Wanda said angrily.

Pietro lifted a brow. "Did you lose your mirror? Come on, Wanda, all you wear are sweats anymore."

"I'm not fat!" she looked to him, her anger growing.

"There ain't nothin' wrong with it," Todd said to her. "You're curvy, baby. It's sexy."

As her anger grew, she could feel her power start to swell in her fists, bringing them to her side. "I am not fat, you moron's, I'm fucking pregnant!" Her mouth snapped shut as soon as she said it.

The other boys gaped at her.

"What?" Todd was the first to speak.

Pietro stared at her. "You-"

Wanda took a deep breath. It was out now. She couldn't take it back.

"Uhhh, I, uhhhh," Fred stood, and backed out of the room.

"You're pregnant?!" Pietro's brows shot up. "How?! What?! WHO?!"

"Pregnant," Todd's expression melted.

"It's not your business," she told Pietro.

"Like hell it's not," Pietro started. "You're my sister! Who the hell did this to you? I'll be damned if some guy is going to knock up my sister and run off."

"He hasn't run off," Wanda told him. "We've been together almost a year."

"Who is it?" Todd asked, in a small voice.

Wanda sighed. "It's not important."

"Yes it is," Pietro demanded. "Who is it? Do I know him?"

Wanda hedged. She couldn't tell him. She was the one who had been so adamant that they keep their relationship a secret. Yet, still, in a matter of months they'd be outed. She couldn't pretend her newborn daughter's tail wasn't inherited from the only person with a tail they all knew. For all she knew, the baby could be blue as well.

Wanda wrapped her hands around her stomach. "Yes, you know him."

Todd stood up. "Who?" She could see the hurt in his face, but really it made her angry. What right did he have to be hurt? His crush on her had always been painfully one sided, and he was acting in a way that made her uncomfortable.

She took a breath, and looked between the two of them. "Kurt."

Pietro quirked a brow. "Who?"

Wanda rolled her eyes. "Kurt Wagner. Nightcrawler?"

Todd gasped, and Pietro's other brow shot up. "That blue X-Geek? Are you kidding me, Wanda?!"

"Why?" Todd let out, his expression anguished.

"We didn't plan this," she indicated her belly. "But we're working it out."

"You're nuts," Pietro said. "That blue furry freak? You let him-" he made a disgusted face. "I can't even look at you."

"You don't have to," Wanda glared at him. Pietro's words stung her. Kurt was, in no terms, a freak. He was one of the most beautiful people she'd ever met, he had changed her for the better and in more ways than one saved her life. She wouldn't listen to her brother speak this way about him. She made a decision, albeit a hasty one. "I'm moving out."

"Oh, really?" Pietro rolled his eyes. He followed after as she walked to the stairs. "Where you gonna go?"

"Don't worry about it," she glared at him. Wanda ran up the stairs and immediately barricaded herself behind her door. She could hear Pietro still calling after her, but she ignored him. She grabbed her phone off her bedside table and his speed dial. It rang several times, then went to voice mail. Wanda fell backward on her bed, letting out a long, shuddering breath. Don't cry, not now.

Her phone began to vibrate, and she opened it, putting it to her ear quick. "Kurt?"

"Wanda," he replied. "I was in class, I had to duck out. Are you ok?"

"Yeah," she told him, then her face crumpled as the tears flowed. "I need to see you."

She heard a bamf and he was in her room. "What's going on? What happened? The baby-" He knelt in front of her, his hands going to her stomach.

"It's ok," she told him, still reeling from the argument. "She's fine."

"What about you?" His face was concerned.

"They know," she told him.

His brow lifted. "They?"

"Pietro, Todd," she sighed. "They know. I told them."

"I thought we weren't going to yet," Kurt's brow furrowed.

"We weren't, but I snapped," she took another breath. "I'm sorry."

"Shhh," he pulled her in close. "It's ok mien leibe."

She held onto him tightly. "That's not all," she started. "I need to move out."

He parted, looking at her. "They're kicking you out?"

Wanda shook her head. "No. But I don't want to be here anymore. Not with them."

He nodded. "You will come to the institute," he told her. "We can find you a place. I'll talk to the professor." Kurt smiled. "You'll be so much better looked after there."

"Wanda!" there was a pounding on the door, her brother calling from the other side. "Open up!"

Wanda wiped her eyes, moving to stand, but Kurt put his hand on her shoulder. He stood and went to the door, opening it to find Pietro on the other side.

"Wagner," he spat, his eyes narrowing.

"Pietro," Kurt glared at him. "What do you want?"

"I want to talk to my sister."

"We're done talking, Pietro," Wanda told him, angrily.

"Alright," Pietro turned his eye on Kurt. "Then I'll talk to you. Stay away from her."

Kurt's brow furrowed, and Wanda shot up, coming to the door. "It's a little late for that, isn't it, Pietro?"

"Whatever's going on here, end it," Pietro ignored Wanda. "Let her find someone normal."

Kurt's expression grew angry, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he turned to Wanda. "I'll take you home."

"Please," she sighed.

"Don't do it, Wagner!" Pietro threatened. "I'm telling you now!"

By then, Kurt had teleported them both. They appeared in his bedroom, a place Wanda had not yet been. It was so hard to sneak around the institute, they'd always found it much easier at the boarding house. Wanda fell backward onto the bed, letting the sobs overcome her. She hated having left her twin like that, but she couldn't stay there anymore. She couldn't bring her daughter into that home, to a place where her uncle would so wantonly throw around the term 'freak'.

Kurt lay next to her, wrapping his arms around her and giving her gentle kisses on the cheek. "It's ok," he sighed. "It's ok."

Wanda hiccupped a few times, but found herself calming in his arms. Her hand went to her stomach, feeling their daughter turning within. She took a deep breath, calming herself. She had to do best by her. Her greatest responsibility was to this girl.