Chapter 3- Family Time.
When Pietro opened the front door he was barely able to get the out of the way when Molly came running past him and into the house yelling the words: "DADDY!DADDY!DADDY!"
Pietro was just able to see her long curly hair disappear to the left of the hallway rounding the corner into the living room, before he himself was able step inside with Peter in one hand and the children's backpacks in the other.
Lance opened his arms when his little girl came rushing too him.
"Hi sweetheart. " He said picking her up and took her hair back to give her a kiss in the forehead.
"Daddy! Daddy!" she said and began to smile even more. "I made up a new song today, and I want you to be the first to hear it! I goes like th…. HEY!" Molly suddenly stopped when she saw her two big brothers sitting on the couch, each holding a part of an old costume. For a moment her facial expression turned from happy to sad and she looked back at Lance. "Did they break your costume Daddy?"
"Yes, Molly, they did," Lance said and shortly looked at his sons. "but they've already apologized, now we were just putting it back together again, when you came home." Lance put his daughter down, and Molly went over to her brothers.
"Can I touch it Daddy?" She asked.
" Sure, baby girl, go ahead." Lance smiled and turned his face to see Pietro, who had just walked in the living room. "Hey, hun'." He walked over to the speed-demon and kissed him on the cheek.
"Hey," Pietro said and let go of Peter, so the little boy could get a hug from his father and shortly after ran over to join his brothers and sister.
Lance gently put his hands behind Pietro's back and brought him in close. Their noses almost touched before Pietro just tilted his head a little and joined in the kiss. Lance smiled shortly before he felt Pietro's hand in his hair holding their faces together.
There came a small 'ewwww' from the sofa/couch and the children began to make faces, and then as nothing had happened began to admire the costumes again.
"Can I hold your part, Jared?" Peter asked. " The visor in on that one…"
" It'll cost you a fiv'er." Jared said and made a hand sign for money.
"JARED!" Lance and Pietro said.
Jared turned red in his face and then quickly gave the costume to Peter.
After Lance made sure his sons could agree, he then turned to face his husband again. He caught Pietro's eyes, and then looked at the hand he had started to move over the speed-demon's belly. "How are you feeling, Bunny?"
"Tired," Pietro said and placed his own hand on Lance's. "My energy's goes quicker these days…"
"Hmm," Lance rubbed the belly a little feeling how firmly round it had become over the last month. "Doctor Tantum said you needed to relax a bit more, 'Tro. Remember what he said, if you don't start to relax now, you'll probably have to end up in the bed very soon and stay there until the baby's due. "
"Yes, I know," Pietro sighed. "My blood pressure…." He then avoided Lance's eyes and looked at his children. "I see you've chosen to bring back old memories?"
Lance sighed. "Your twin sons decided to do it for us. And just as I thought I was going to be angry with them, something in me told me not too." Lance joined Pietro in the/his view. He took the speed-demon's hand and squeezed it gently, and together they watched their children admire what the two former Brotherhood members had tried to put in the grave forever. It was like seeing the great grand children, of a long gone grand father, dig up his remains and play with his old broken bones. It was a heartbreaking sight, but for some reason the two lovers did not interfere in their children's admiration of the suit.
Pietro leaned in against Lance and sighed.
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The dinner was as always very satisfying when it was Pietro who had cooked it. Because when it came to cooking, Lance was a stupid as a door, and did not know a pot from a pan.
After dinner the children ran to the garden to play, and Lance and Pietro took care of the dishes.The parents had a good view of their children from the large kitchen windows.
" 'Tro, Bunny," Lance said and came over to the dishwasher with the last set of plates. He placed them on the table near his husband and leaned over to kiss the speed-demon gently on the cheek. "Why don't you go lay down for a bit, huh? You look exhausted."
"But what about the dessert, Lance?" Pietro began.
"I'll take care of that, Bun," Lance kissed Pietro again. "Just go upstairs and lay down for a bit. The kids really want their Papa to be able to participate in their games and movies later tonight."
Pietro sighed shortly and then looked out the window to his children. So happy and so innocent, Pietro wished for all in the world to keep it that way.
"Hey," Lance said and Pietro felt his husband's hands cupping his face. "no more worries, okay,'Tro?"
One of Lance's thumbs began to caress Pietro's cheek. Pietro nodded and took Lance's hands gently away and kissed them. He looked up at his husband and smiled before turning around and head for the stairs to the upper floor.
Lance looked after his husband until he was gone, and then once again took his focus back onto the dishes and his children.
When Pietro walked into the bedroom he was greeted with a sight that immediately made a shiver run down his spine. His old costume, from his teenage days, was lying on the bed. The turquoise and silver colours from the suit lay in big contrast to the dark purple bed sheet, and the suit was almost glowing and brightened up the whole bedroom.
Pietro had to stand still for a while as he supported himself to the door frame, he had suddenly gone dizzy, and knew it was now time for him to calm down, or else Doctor Tantum's warning would be official within short time. As Pietro was beginning to calm himself down and suppress the old haunting memories from the past, his eyes became fixed on the suit once more, and a thought came to his mind.
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Out in the garden Molly, Jared and Roic were playing a made up game Molly had invented, at first Jared had been very skeptical about the game and instead he had been planning on playing King Kong together with Peter. But Roic had known what his twin had been up to and literally forced the culprit to participate in Molly's game. While both the boys playing with their little sister, the youngest of the children had located himself in the furthest end of the garden, sat down, and playing with a newly finished model plane.
Peter was always amazed at how the planes turned out to be every time he built a new one, and he could play with it for days or weeks until he got a new model plane to build. This time it was a Supermarine Spitfire.
Peter tried as best he could to make the noises of an air-plane he thought they sounded like, and tried hardly not to spit too much when the model-plane flew around guided by his chubby little hands. And yet again when the plane flew over his head, he suddenly stopped in the motion/movement and froze. He felt there was someone looking at him!
He turned his head quickly around to look into the bushed behind him, and with the blink of an eye he saw his watcher disappear. Peter had a reputation of being little and shy, but sometimes even he was surprised by the courage he could gather in certain situations, and without hesitation he placed the Supermarine Spitfire model plane on the ground and stood up. He stretched his neck and tried to stand on his toes to see if he could see anyone or anything from inside the bushes, but it was as if nothing had ever been there.
Peter sighed and was about to turn around, when he noticed something in the air. He stretched out his arm and with his hand he made a hole in the purple smoke that was coming from the bushes. There is something in there, he thought to himself. Peter looked over the bushes once again, and then when he was just about to take a step onto the little path near the bushes, Lance yelled.
"FAMILY-TIME!"
"YAY!" Molly, Roic and Jared shouted at the same time and ran to the house.
"Peter?" Lance was coming down from the house and over to his son. He placed a hand on his son's shoulder. "Are you coming too?"
Peter looked into the bushes for a moment longer and then looked up at Lance and nodded. Lance smiled and picked up his son, and turned around to walk up to the house again. And what Lance did not know, was that in that very moment they turned towards the house, Peter saw a pair of yellowish twinkling eyes in the bushes.
Once inside the house Lance closed the door and saw Peter run to join his siblings beginning to tell everyone about a story he had just made up. Lance smiled and went up the stairs to find his husband.
The door to the bedroom was not closed as it would have been when Pietro usually rested, and when Lance came over to the entrance, he could not help but actually smile.
Pietro turned around and saw his husband. For just a moment, Lance did not know how to respond to his husband's strange idea, but when he saw the glimpse in Pietro's eyes, he began to relax.
"Does this make me look fat, Lance?" Pietro asked and turned around from the mirror he had been reflecting himself in.
Lance grinned and walked over to Pietro. "Man, 'Tro, you still look as sexy as hell in that old spandex! If it weren't for the children I would take you right here right now!"
Pietro felt Lance's lips against his own, and lifted his arms and placed them around his husband's neck. "Should we bury them?" Pietro then said between kisses.
"What? Bury the children?" Lance managed to speak forth himself.
Pietro slapped his husband lightly, and tried to hide a wide smile. "Asshole." Pietro took a grip in Lance shirt. "The memories, Lance!" Pietro said and let go of his husband. "Both these old ragged suits and the memories. I want us to get rid of everything that connects us to Bayville and New York and all of it."
Lance looked down at Pietro. The speed-demon looked quite serious. Lance himself was a little stunned. "Everything?"
"Yes," Pietro nodded. "Even our powers…." He looked away and sighed. "I want our lives to be normal, our kids to be as normal as they can be. And being bullied in the same manner as we were when we were younger just because we were mutants…"
"You mean you want us to forget we're mutants?!" Lance was stunned.
"I just want us to forget, Lance." Pietro sighed. " Every time either you or I, myself, use our powers, it is like going back to a time of sorrows and misery that I have been spending so many trying to forget about. This suit for example…" Pietro gestured to the old costume he was wearing.
" …everytime I look at it, I remember a person I rather want to forget. And with that person comes other people and memories that cuts so deep into my heart, that I sometimes wish it is all just a bad dream, a nightmare, something that had never happened. Please Lance, let's get rid of it all, I just can't take it any longer."
Lance took in his pregnant husband and held him tight. He knew that Pietro was probably the one most affected by their past. Lance had learned himself to forget most of those days in Bayville and New York, and he knew Pietro had fought a brave fight in trying to forget it all too. But there were sides of the speed-demon only Lance knew, and this one was in particular, a tricky one of them.
"Alright, let's get rid of it all." The rock-tumbler said.
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Friday night was the best night in/of the week, both parents and children thought that. Games, plays, movies and just to be together as a family was happiness.
Peter was sitting on Pietro's lap while Pietro threw the dice on the table and Peter moved his piece as many steps on the board game as the eyes on the dice had shown. "BLUE!" Peter smiled as the piece landed on a blue space. Roic picked up a card from the pile and began to read.
"What is the Capital of Iceland?"
Pietro smiled and bounced Peter shortly on his lap and whispered in his youngest son's ear.
Peter turned all strange in the face and looked back at his Papa. "What? I didn't understand that…."
Jared made a long annoying sound and rang the little bell on the table. "Times up!"
"Jare, we don't have limited time to answer the questions in this game, the bell is for when you get an answer right." Lance said and muffled a hand through his sons hair. Jared tried to avoid the hand but Lance was too quick and grabbed his son, and was about to give him a long tickling, when the door bell suddenly rang.
"Are you expecting company, Lance?" the speed demon raised a brow.
"No," the rock tumbler said and let go of Jared who looked all confused with his thick hair covering his eyes.. "not at this hour. I'll go check." Lance said and stood up.
"I'll go with you Daddy!" Molly jumped up from her spot on the floor and took Lance's hand.
Pietro shook his head and looked back onto his sons, who continued playing the game. But after a few minutes the speed-demon began to wonder why his husband and daughter hadn't returned yet. Strange, he thought, and then took Peter off his lap and sat the black- haired boy back onto the chair he had just been sitting in.
"Boys, you just keep on playing, I'll be back in a second." Pietro said.
The boys nodded and Roic came over next to Peter, and sat down by his side to help him play the game.
Pietro suddenly felt very concerned, and the silence that had felt to the house did not make it better. So when the speed-demon rounded the corner to the hallway, he saw Lance and Molly still standing by the front door talking to someone. Lance seemed a bit upset, but when Molly saw her Papa she ran to him right away. The little girl buried herself into Pietro's shirt.
"Daddy's angry." She said.
Pietro rushed a soothing hand through the hair on top of Molly's head, and walked a few steps further with his dither to see the reason for why his husband was so mad.
Lance was clearly upset, and Pietro could hear the rock-tumbler's voice raise itself for every word that was uttered, and slowly both he and Molly began to notice and feel the vibrations around them. The pictures on the walls began to move and the mirror next to them was almost about to fall down. While Pietro felt his daughter take a good grip on his clothes he went over to hold the mirror steady, and then he suddenly came to look into it.
The mirror fell to the floor and broke into a thousand pieces, and Molly hid her face in Pietro's blouse. "Papa." She cried and Pietro felt the little girl tug herself further into him, but in that very moment something else had caught his attention.
"Hello, son." The man in the front door said and looked at Pietro.
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A/N- Sooooooo, this is chapter threeeeeee finished! Hope you look forward to chapter four! I DO!!! I most certainly do!
Magneto comes to visits
Pietro makes it clear he does not want anything to do with him and sends him away, he's alomst getting a fit, when lance walks into the room and asks magneto to leave.
Erik leaves and with a heavy heart returns to the Xavier mansion.
