Kurt had come home excited. Everything had been settled to have Talia baptized that week. They had to choose godparents, who Kurt described as being the people who would help to guide her through her spiritual life. He'd chosen Rogue, who he considered a sister, and Wanda chose her brother. The priest was a bit put off by an agnostic and a Jew standing up for her, but he rolled with it. It wasn't the oddest thing about this baptism.
After the actual ceremony, they took some pictures and celebrated just as a family. Kurt spent some time on the phone with his parents, sending pictures and telling them about everything. Wanda said hi as well, but his parents made her nervous. They had yet to meet. They'd wanted desperately to come when Talia was born, but they couldn't afford the trip. They promised their son that they were saving and would soon come to finally meet their grandchild. Wanda was alright with them taking their time.
Hannukah had come and gone, and it delighted Wanda to share it with Talia for her first. Kurt participated as well, technically also his first. They were coming closer to Christmas, and she noticed her boyfriend growing a bit somber. He was excited, but there seemed to be something missing. All that changed, however, when he rushed into their room after the last day of school before Christmas breaks.
"Pack a bag!" he said, a huge smile on his face as he dropped his school books. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed, speaking excitedly in German to the other end. She knew from experience it was his parents.
Wanda didn't move, simply sat with a sleeping baby slung across her lap. She waited for him to get off the phone. "What are you talking about?"
"Pack! Get a bag together for you and Talia," he said, pulling some bags from their closet. "The Professor is flying us to Germany for Christmas! We're going home!"
She pursed her lips, not sharing her boyfriend's excitement. Talia had woken, and made a cranky sound, to which he plucked her out of Wanda's lap. "You are going to meet Oma and Opa, mein schatz! Finally! They cannot wait to see you!"
Wanda stood, following him as he went into the nursery, Talia in one arm, an empty bag in the other. "Wait, Kurt, slow down," she frowned. "How can we go to Germany?"
"We fly," he raised a brow at her. "Like anyone does. How do you think people go to Europe?"
"No, that's not what I meant," she sighed. "How do we go?" She gestured very clearly at him and their daughter.
He smirked at her, holding his wrist out. "The highest of tech, liebe. You have seen my image inducer," he reached into his pocket to pull out a small cuff. "The Professor had one made for Talia."
She sighed, her expression growing angry. "I don't want her wearing that thing."
"Why not?" he asked her, placing it on her wrist. "Look," he pressed a button and her perfect, beautiful, blue baby girl was replaced by an ordinary child.
Wanda glared at him and moved forward, snatching it off her. "Take that off!" She threw it toward a trash can. "I do not ever want to see that on her again!"
He frowned at his girlfriend, deeply. "Wanda, how will we go home for Christmas?"
"Excuse me, but I am home," she told him, crossing her arms. "Since when is this not your home?"
"It is," he told her firmly. "Of course this is my home. But I grew up in Germany, and that is where my parents are. And they have waited months to meet their granddaughter."
She crossed her arms. She couldn't argue with that. She knew how much his parents wanted to meet Talia, and by extension herself, but the whole thing made her nervous. This meant a lot to Kurt, though. She frowned.
"I know why you don't like this," he moved to pick up the image inducer. "And I agree. We should not be teaching her to hide who she is. But right now, when she's so young, it is an easy way for us to travel with her. And I want to bring her back to meet my parents."
She sighed again, then took a few steps to him. "We will only use it when we fly. For no other time," she told him.
"Of course," he agreed.
With a frown, she turned to grab a bag. "Then I suppose we better pack."
~&Q~
It was a twelve and a half hour flight to Germany. Twelve and a half hours. And they were that couple with the baby. Between teething and the flight, Talia was not having a good time. They got plenty of irritated looks from the other passengers, and Wanda doled out some glares of her own. When they finally touched down, she wanted to run off the flight and finally be done with this.
She carried their cranky, angry baby while Kurt dealt with the luggage. As they made their way out, Kurt began waving fanatically at an older couple. The woman and man rushed over and he threw his arms around them. They spoke to each other in German, before all eyes were on her. Wanda approached slowly, Talia still fidgeting in her arms.
"Wanda," the woman said, then put her arms around her. She pulled away. "You call me Mama?"
Wanda shrugged a bit, looking to Kurt who just smiled back. "….ok."
His mother's expression changed at the baby in her arms. She spoke with a sweet voice to her, and Wanda frowned because she had no idea what she was saying. She looked back to Wanda. "I want see my baby."
Her brow furrowed. Kurt stepped up. "We will go to the car, then we can turn all this off when we are home, ja?"
His mother nodded, putting her arm through Wanda's, as Kurt and his father grabbed the bags. As they walked to the parking lot, Wanda frowned. Her baby?
~&Q~
I had this realization that there are references to when Wanda and Kurt first met and how their relationship began, but I don't have any of that in this fic! Though, I have written it all. I don't know if I should put it in this fic as flash backs or in a whole other fic. Hmmm...
