This is the final chapter of the original bit of the fic, and starting with the next chapter is all new content! Woo hoo! You'll see at the end of this why I felt compelled to continue it. This is an awful ending for a fic.
Again, thank you all for your reviews and even just thank you for reading!
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Wanda's breath caught in her throat. She eyed the man standing before her. The man she loved. Well, had loved. He looked so vulnerable, almost as she felt. She stiffened, and responded. "Hello, Kurt."
"I, well, I was around. And I saw- well, I wanted to- but," Kurt stuttered.
Wanda opened the door wider and moved to the side. "Well, would you, um, like to come in?"
He nodded and entered, his love closing the door behind. Well, his ex love. After all, even if his love for her burned strong, hers for him was long gone.
"This is quite a room," Kurt remarked, trying to untie the knot in his stomach.
"This isn't even half of it. There's also an attached bedroom," Wanda replied, glad for the small talk. God, there was no turning back now, was there? She had no choice but to tell him.
"I was kind of shocked to find out you left the Avengers. But with a place like this, I can see why?" He cursed his stupid attempt at humor. Until she smiled.
"Well, it's really not much compared to the Mansion. But at least I'm only sharing it with t-one other person." She sat on the couch. "Thankfully, Pietro is a neat freak. Otherwise, well, you know."
"Ja, I do," Kurt laughed. "It's one reason I always invited you to my place."
"Hey hey! Everything in my room had a home. It just so happened that some found their home on the floor."
"And oh how many your floor housed. I had forgotten you had a floor." He nudged her playfully, joining her on the couch.
She elbowed him back. "Yeah, well, I've gotten better." A heavy silence fell over the two. Uncomfortable, but increasingly peaceful. Finally, Wanda broke it "So how have things been at Xavier's?"
"Not bad, I suppose. I mean, I can't complain. It hasn't really been the same, though, since-" Kurt locked eyes with her. "Since you left."
Wanda looked away. "You know why I did."
"I do know, ja," Kurt turned her face to him. "But I don't understand."
"Kurt," Wanda stood. Breathing a heavy sigh, she began. "We wanted different things. We were headed in different directions. It's only natural that we would split."
"Wanda, the direction I was headed in- I was wrong. Any direction without you is wrong. This past year, it's been torture for me. I need you in my life again, I need you with me." Kurt ran his hand through his hair. "And if that means leaving the Xmen, then so be it."
Wanda's shoulders slumped. "It's not so simple anymore, Kurt. God, I wish it was, but it isn't. I have learned a lot in this year. And-" Wanda moved forward, cupping his cheek in her hand. "I don't want you to leave the Xmen, Kurt. It makes you happy. I was the one who was unhappy, and I thought that getting away from everything, just us, would solve everything. But now, in retrospect, I know it wouldn't. I needed to get away. You need to stay." She pressed her body against his, nuzzling softly. "And God I missed this."
Kurt slowly put his arms around her and pulled her close. Together they sat, in soft embrace for what seemed like ages. Nothing mattered. Not time, nor place, nor anyone else. It was only them.
Kurt was first to pull away. Looking her straight in the eyes, he asked: "Will you come with me? Will you come back to the mansion with me? And be with me?"
Wanda stared at him, tears in her eyes. "If you will forgive me."
Her pulled her close again, rocking her as the tars began to shed. "Liebe, I will never be angry at you. This was as much my fault as yours-"
Wanda pulled away from him, wrapping her arms around herself. "No, no. It's-it's not that." The tears continued, her face screwed up. "I've lied to you."
"You-lied?" He asked, confused. His thoughts raced with the awful things she could have lied about. "What did you lie about?"
"I kept something from you. When I left…I….I don't know how to tell you," her shoulders heaved as she sobbed.
Kurt grabbed her and wrapped her into a strong embrace. "Tell me now, liebschen," he said into her hair. "Tell me. We can work through it, I promise."
Wanda let out a muffled response, most of it going into his shirt. He tilted her chin up. "Tell me."
"I was pregnant." She held her breath after she let that out, before sobbing into his shoulder.
The words played again and again in his head. His body shook with her every sob. Wanda was the love of his life, the woman who he thought could never hurt him. The woman who…..
Kurt stood suddenly, tossing Wanda backward onto the armrest. When she reached toward him, he swatted at her hand.
"Kurt, please, just-"
"Don't." Kurt's shoulders tensed. "I don't want to hear anything from you for the next few seconds."
Wanda slumped, and attempted to quiet her sobs. He was angry, how could she expect him not to be? The silence from him seemed to last forever, but she made no sounds. She knew him, knew it was best to do what he asked. But she wanted so badly to be in his arms again.
"I can't believe you would keep this from me," he said finally.
"I-" she began.
"How long did you expect to keep it from me?" he turned to her, his eyes blazing. "Did you just figure you'd never tell me? You could have a child, OUR child, and forget about me and what I may want?"
"That's not-"
"Maybe you didn't even keep it. Maybe that was why you left, you couldn't stand to be the mother of-" He was cut off by her swift slap across his face.
"How dare you." She said, her voice shaking. "I can't believe- I-" she broke down in sobs.
Kurt instantly regretted what he said. He was angry she had kept this from him, and rightfully so. But it didn't give him license to make such accusations. Especially when he knew they weren't true.
Before he could say anything, Wanda had locked herself in the bedroom, leaving him alone. He entertained leaving, but decided against it. He had to make this better, and even if he couldn't fix this, he had to try.
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"Hey."
Kurt's head bolted up. "Vas?" He rubbed his bleary eyes as a figure became clear before him.
"I brought you a blanket and pillow," Pietro handed over the items. "The couch isn't exactly the most comfortable place."
"Danke," Kurt took them and curled back up, quickly drifting off.
"Don't worry about it," Pietro headed back toward the bedroom. He had just returned from his night out to find his sister in a fitful slumber in the bedroom, and the elf asleep on the couch. Things did not seem to have gone well. But the fact that Kurt was still here, it made him hopeful.
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Kurt's sleep didn't last long. Soon after drifting off, he was awoken by a piercing cry. He picked his head up to see a figure moving swiftly through the darkness.
"It's ok, baby," he heard Wanda say. "Mommy's coming."
The figure disappeared into the bedroom, and a small light glowed from the door. The cries then stopped.
"There ya go, sweetie." He heard Wanda saying. "You're just hungry, huh?"
Kurt stood and made his way slowly to the door. He listened intently to everything going on within.
"How's the pixy?"
"She's ok, just hungry. Go on back to sleep Pietro."
Pietro looked toward the door. "Alright, but let me know if you need anything." He left the room quickly.
Wanda looked to where Pietro was. Kurt stood in the doorway, watching her. She turned back to her daughter. "I thought you would have left."
"No." Kurt took a few steps forward. "A girl?"
Wanda nodded, still staring at her child. She couldn't bring herself to look at him.
"You, well," Kurt started. "You didn't name her Pixy, did you?"
Wanda tried to stifle a laugh. "No," she said, turning her eyes toward him. "Pietro came up with that nick name. I'm not sure how I feel about it."
Kurt stepped forward again. "It's cute." His breath caught in his throat. He could see her, his daughter. She had inherited many of his more obvious traits, at least, of what he could see. "I could see that."
Wanda moved over on the bed, signaling him to sit next to her. He quickly filled the spot, staring at the baby she held in her arms.
"Would you like to hold her?" Wanda asked.
Kurt's eyes filled with fear and anticipation. "Ja." He answered, as she gently handed the baby over to him. She let out a little cry as she was passed from her mother into this strangers arms, but once the bottle was placed back in her mouth, she calmed.
"Just, support her head," Wanda adjusted his arms slightly.
Kurt held her close, like she was made of glass, staring at her as she fed from her bottle. She was gorgeous, possibly the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. She had inherited his complexion, his ears, hands, eyes, but she had her mother's delicate nose, her mother's elegant mouth.
"She's beautiful," Kurt said. Wanda smiled and stoked the baby's hair. "What's her name?"
"Talia Josephine," she responded.
"Hallo little Talia Josephine," Kurt cooed. His eyes began to water as she wiggled in his arms, trying to get comfortable. "I'm your Da-Daddy," his voice broke as a tear fell, landing on her soft forehead. Talia, having finished her bottle, began to fidget and whine in her father's arms.
"Here, let me take her," Kurt handed her over to Wanda, who put the baby on her shoulder to burp.
"Gott, you know everything. I barely know how to hold her."
"I didn't know anything when she was first born. I had to learn it all." She smiled at him. "It takes practice, but you'll learn."
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There you have it, end of Chapter 5. Chapter 6 starts brand new content! Review if you please :)