Prologue II
Lance was on a date with Kitty. Currently, they were at the movie theater, and Lance was trying to enjoy the movie they were watching, but he couldn't. He had been up all night yesterday, flipping through the news channels on television, searching for some sign of Pietro. If there was one thing Pietro could never resist, it was the spotlight, and Lance thought that by now, Pietro would've pulled off some stunt that would've run for weeks on the news. Strangely enough though, Lance had found nothing.
"Is something wrong?" Kitty had noticed that Lance seemed troubled.
"Nah, everything's okay." Lance turned back to the movie, but he still felt that something was wrong…
-H-
Twins.
Pietro shakily sat down on the bed. Twins. He was having twins. Two. Multiples.
Dr. Nova, the doctor who had told him in the first place he was pregnant (and thankfully, the kind of doctor who believed in the "everyone needs help, even mutants" shit), had given him an ultrasound, and told him excitedly that it was twins.
Twins. He couldn't handle twins! One was bad enough, but two…
But he couldn't just get rid of them. Abortion creeped him out, and he didn't want to kill two unborn human beings. Adoption was a somewhat better choice, but he knew he would never let himself give them away.
He looked down at his belly. He was now 4 and a half months along, so he was showing quite a bit. He rubbed it, feeling so confused and lost.
Then he realized he was hungry. And he wanted cheetos. With whipped cream.
Fucking damn stupid cravings.
-H-
Lance sighed. He had to tell her. It was something he wasn't proud of, but he needed to get it off his chest.
"Hey Kitty…" He was pretty sure his face was getter redder by the second.
"What?"
"Well, I have something to tell you…" God, this was so uncomfortable.
"Yes?"
"I'm a bi." He just blurted it out, along the lines of band-aid, rip off.
To his surprise, Kitty just chuckled. She put her hand on his face and pulled it close to hers. "That's okay. Even if you swing both ways, you're still swinging my way."
Kitty kissed him, and Lance indulged in it, but something still nagged him at the back of his mind…
-H-
Pietro examined at his reflection in the mirror, one hand on his six-month belly, the other rubbing his back. His back ached constantly now that he was supporting so much frontal weight. Pietro had to admit, he was a little worried… no, afraid. He was feeling so weak, and hated it, and he also had three months to go. While Dr. Nova had arranged to do a C-section for him when it was time for the babies were born, Pietro still couldn't help but feel somewhat nervous as well.
But he knew it was worth it. In the end, he would have two children in his arms, and he would love them with all his heart.
One of the babies kicked gently, and he gave a small smile. These children were his world…
-H-
"So, do you think you're ready?"
"I'm… I'm sure I'm ready."
This was it. This was the moment that Lance and Kitty's relationship really took off. Before, it had been merely chaste kisses between them. But now, it was time.
Kitty was already on the bed, looking nervous, her hands on her breasts. Lance got onto the bed with Kitty, putting a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
"Don't worry; it's going to be okay."
And they did it; hot, glorious sex right then and there. But Lance couldn't help but feel that something was missing…
-H-
Pietro was on a hospital bed, and tears were coming out of his eyes. In his arms were two bundles, and loud wails were coming from both of them. They were both boys, and even though they had only been alive for four minutes he thought that they the most beautiful things he had ever seen. He didn't have names for them yet, but he was sure he could come up with them in due time.
One of them had white hair, just like Pietro. The other looked very much like his other father. Still, Pietro knew he would both love them very much.
They were his children, and nothing could ever change that.