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(I want to thank the wonderful 'Loosescrapper' from a 1000 times for helping me with this story. Without LS's help this story would have been pure b.)
CHAPTER 2- The beginning
"Bernie?" Lance asked while playing lazily with the pen on his desk.
The bald man with the gray moustache turned to gaze at the young man. "Hmm?"
"Do you mind being a godfather again?"
"What!?" The older man looked surprised and then began to smile. " So the little guy's pregnant again?
Lance nodded and threw the pen down and shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah, and this is the last and final child."
"Oh is that so?" Bernie asked with a smirk and put his coffee down. He tried to seem optimistic, but his young partner seemed a bit disoriented. "I thought you'd seem happier about this, Alvers? (What's bugging ya?)"
"Nothing," Lance said and sighed. "and everything…." He stood up from the desk, still limping a bit from an accident on the job, and walked over to the window. " 'Tro and I had a looooong talk about it a few months back. We thought Peter was going to be our last one, but it seems that fate had something else in store for us."
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When Pietro came home that afternoon after a long day at work he threw his jacket on the kitchen chair and went straight for the candy- cupboard where he right away found a chocolate bar.
A few minutes later Lance entered the kitchen and found Pietro leaning his slick and slender body up by the fridge.
Lance walked over to his husband and wrapped his arms around the European beauty.
" No," Pietro said, and shrugged him off.
"Wha…?" Lance was stunned. They had been planning this night for a long time now. "'Tro… Bunny…. I thought…I thought… the children are at Leah's now, and we have the whole night to ourselves. Just you and me..."
Pietro gave Lance a look that could have killed him on the spot if he had had a certain X-men's eyes. He then turned around and began eating on the chocolate. " No Lance, it's not just you AND me!"
Pietro made a gesture to his abdomen.
Lance was all perplexed. "What do you…wait…? Are you…are we…? You… You're pregnant? Pietro! That's wonderful!"
"Wonderful? WONDERFUL?!" Pietro snapped and took one more bite of the chocolate and then threw the paper away. He then walked over to the stunned Lance with long slow steps. He jabbed his index-finger against his husband's chest over and over again to the words. "We agreed no more children!"
" But Bunny this…," Lance was not able to finish anything.
"NO LANCE!" Pietro sneered beginning to get red in his face. "No more kids! We all ready have the spawn of hell living with us, and the little devils have been diaper-free for a few years now! I'm not having another diaper or pacifier in my hand ever again! No more!" Pietro crossed his arms and raised his chin.
"So, we're not gonna keep I…?" Lance was cut off.
"NO! For fuck's sake! Didn't I just make myself clear?" Pietro raised his voice. " NO MORE CHILDREN! Geez!"
The silence fell to the kitchen as the two lowers had a hard time finding anything more to say. Pietro felt how his temperature was falling down again and then he finally spoke. "I've all ready scheduled an appointment with Doctor Tantum, the abortion will be in eight days."
Lanc'se shoulders began to hang. His trained and muscular body could no longer hold them up. He kept starring at the same spot on the floor as his eyes had first caught the moment Pietro had said "No".
"Besides," Pietro then said, turning his eyes to Lance. "We're getting too old. Another child will only result in Pope-old parents…."
Lance began to liven up. He could hear the doubt in Pietro's voice. There was still hope…. now he just had to keep that hope going and growing. Lance had wanted another child for a long time and now could be his last chance.
"We do not have the spawn of hell living with us,'Tro," Lance said and softly caressed the cheek of his other half, the white haired speed- demon who had bored him four beautiful children. "they are our little angels. And we love them." He tugged on his white-haired love. "Is it because of the miscarriages?" Lance asked.
"Maybe," Pietro sighed and held his hands around Lance's protective arm. " I don't want to hope for another child…." Pietro turned around and looked at lance. "What if I miscarry again? I don't think I can handle it, Lance…"
" Shhh," Lance hushed his love and kissed him softly. "Don't think like that, hun'. Don't worry it won't happen again, I promise you that."
Lance sighed while looking out the window. "He's four months along now, so we think we're over the stage of worrying about loosing it, Bernie." Lance went back to his desk limping a little.
"That's why I haven't told you anything yet. We both just wanted to be sure that this time it would stay."
The elderly man nodded shortly. "I understand, and Alvers, you already know my answer young man."
Lance looked up to see his partner smiling.
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Pietro knew that he was already late. The children had to have been picked up thirty minutes ago, but there had been a long line of traffic all the way from the Chicago Gazette news office and to the Elmwood Elementary school.
The speed-demon was very glad for the fact that Lance had already picked up the twins who's day in school had been over an hour ago.
He had just parked the car on the very empty parking lot, and had almost gotten out of it , when he was met with words.
"Mr. Maximoff! We're not babysitters! We're teachers! We have lives too you know."
Pietro turned slowly around on his heel to see the young woman with the slick blond hair and the square glasses looking straight at him. She was tapping with one foot on the ground while holding the hand of a beautiful eight-year-old girl in one hand, with a thick curly hair, and the hand of a rather chubby younger boy with raven black hair with her other hand.
Pietro wanted so much to ignore the woman, and just take his children and speed away, but this was the only school in the area that wanted to take in his children.
"I'm truly sorry Mrs. Langley," Pietro said and tried to swallow so much of his pride that just wanted to burst out with a quick remark to the woman. "It won't happen again."
"Papa, can we go home now?" Peter said.
Mrs. Langley looked shortly at Peter and then up at Pietro. Her face as though it were trying to be twisted in an angry expresion, but her big friendly brown eyes gave her off right away. "Lucky for you, Mr. Maximoff," she said and let go of both Molly and Peter's hands and they ran to their papa right away. "your children are very easy to handle."
Pietro who had been bending down to take his children in a warm protective embrace, was immediately stunned. He looked up at the teacher, which he had come to know as a rather harsh woman. Mrs. Langley had crossed her arms, and smiled a sly smile.
Peitro wanted to say something, but Molly was beginning to drag her papa into the car. She had a good grip in his open jacket, and was yelling. "Let's go home now! Let's go home!"
Pietro turned around to see Peter all ready in the car, trying to buckle the seat belt with his clumsy little hands, and Molly who was sitting half the way out on her seat while she was tugging on Pietro's coat.
"Mr. Maximoff I think you'd better ought to go home now," Mrs. Langley then said. "the children have had a long day. They are very tired. Just make sure it won't happen again, alright?"
Pietro was still surprised by the teacher's kindness, and at the same time a little dizzy due to the many new hormones that were running through his entire body these days, so he sighed as he felt his mood change and then turned to the teacher. "Thank you," he said, but not as loud has he could have.
"Not to worry, Maximoff." Mrs. Langley waved her long hair back. "It's the least I could do. I was going home late today anyway." Mrs. Langley walked closer to Pietro. "You have some very sweet children there."
The speed demon looked up. "I know," he said trying not to sound too short, and then turned around to help Molly further into the car.
" Maximoff, listen." The beautiful teacher said. "I know the last time we talked I accidentally assumed that you were a widower, like me… I'm still very sorry for what I said shortly after… you know, about you and your husband."
Pietro turned around, slightly surprised again by the young teacher's statement. He then noticed how close she had come to stand by him, and he also noticed how her body language spoke to him in many different ways.
"We get those reactions quite a lot, Mrs. Langley, but thank you for you're apology." Pietro said.
"Thanks," she smiled while her cheeks turned a little red.
Pietro actually smiled back, but felt that the closeness was beginning to get too close, and Peter was beginning to call for his papa. Pietro shortly looked at his son, and buckled his seatbelt and closed the door. And as he went over to keep himself occupied with his daughter, he briefly placed a hand on his abdomen where the little new bulge was beginning to show, and it did not go unnoticed by the young teacher.
"Say, Maximoff," Mrs. Langley then said. " I was told shortly after I began here, and at the same time when Peter was being bullied by some of the other boys, that you and you're husband are a little different?"
" You mean because we're mutants?" Pietro said straight out knowing that he was still grateful for the fact that this school had accepted the likeness of mutants and actually did not treat normal human children differently from children who were mutants. He saw that Mrs. Langley's face became even more red, while she nodded shortly.
"Don't get me wrong, I don't think there's anything wrong with mutants at all." She said. "It's just, I never imagined that someday evolution would actually allow a man to carry a child."
Pietro froze. How in the world could she notice that! He was barely showing, for all he thought it looked like; he was developing a small beer belly. He turned to her, still holding his hand on his hand on a most precious place. " Mrs. Langley, there are many different kinds of mutations, in my case I would not trade it for anything in this world." He then turned around and closed Molly's door.
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"Stupid human!" Pietro growled to himself while turning a corner and drove up through that neighbourhood he and his husband had lived in through many years. After Pietro had had the opportunity of getting rid of the flirting teacher, he had been nothing but grumpy on the way home, and it was a clear sign to him, that the new amount of hormones in his body were really beginning to kick in. Mood swings, it had been years since he had them. Pietro sighed, and drove up another road. He was beginning to sound like his father, the very last thing he wanted to. All the time he had known his real father he had tried to be like him; he had looked up to him and had wanted to share his passion for the rights of mutants. But seeing what methods his father then had begun to use, to reach that goal, had been too much for the speed demon, and he had eventually gone in the complete opposite direction than what his father had wanted of him. Since that time, over eleven years ago, Pietro had given birth to his own children and tried to be the best parent to them that he could be. He had been determined on the fact that his children were never going to suffer under a father that he himself had suffered under. Had it not been for the support of his husband and better half, he would not have had such wonderful children with him in the car today. Pietro took a hand up to adjust the rear-view-mirror and took a look at his youngest son and only daughter.
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"Dad told us not to touch them!" The white haired boy with the clear blue eyes had just come to stand in the doorway. He was crossing his arms and giving a rather angry look to the other boy by the long broad mirror in the bedroom.
"Oh come on, Ro'." The other boy said. He rushed a hand through his thick brown hair and waved to his brother. " Don't I just look dandy? Turquoise suits me, doesn't it? Come on Ro' you can try the other one on."
" NO! Jared!" Roic stepped further into the room. "Dad told us they should stay in the closet. We're allowed to only LOOK at them! Not try them on."
Jared turned around and ignored his brother while looking into the mirror. "Yeah, you're right, turquoise doesn't suit me at all." Jared started to rip off the suit; he threw it on the bed and then went over to the closet to take down the other 'costume'. "This used to be Dad's." he said.
"Yeah," Roic took the suit out of Jared's hands with such a speed that Jared did not even recognize it was gone before his hands began to move. "and both Dad's and Papa's costumes stay in the closet!"
Jared narrowed his eyes and wrinkled his nose. " Give it back, Ro'."
Roic just turned around and started to walk away.
That put an end to Jared's patience and he ran after his brother and grasped the costume with both his hands.
"Give it to me!" Jared yelled and began to pull.
"No!" Roic yelled back and held on to the old costume once used by their dad many years ago.
"You are not supposed to play with it."
Jared and Roic kept pulling in each end of the costume, and as it could have been expected, the old fabric started to rip. Suddenly both boys sat on their behinds with a 'thump', on the floor, and each holding a piece of the old costume in their hands. It took a moment for both of them to realize what had happened and then Roic spoke out loud:
"Sometimes I wish you were never born! You ruin everything, Jared! Now Dad will be so pissed at us!"
" Oh yeah?! Well if I weren't born YOU wouldn't be either!" Jared shot back
"There there boys, nothing happened that we won't be able to fix. Isn't that right?" a voice said.
Both the boys turned their heads and saw a tall man standing in the doorway.
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