A/N: Whoa! 2 chapter updates in a row? Who knew I was still capable! And this chapter is sort of short, but the next one is longer! And I'll try my hardest to get it up tomorrow! Thanks for reading:)

It took the group a few days before they managed to calm themselves after Charles's melt down. They all understood that Moria couldn't stay, and agreed that Charles needed to wipe themselves from her memory. Not only did they not want her to tell the CIA, but if Emma got ahold of her…they didn't want to think about it.

Exactly four days after she had left, Charles was pulling up in the driveway of the Westchester Mansion, returning from clearing her memory. He wanted to feel bad, but the only thing he felt bad about was that he didn't feel bad.

Charles got out of the taxi he had taken, into his wheelchair, and went into the house, grateful that they may finally have some peace. He entered through the empty kitchen, and went to look for Erik. When he found him, he was in the group's favorite sitting room, accompanied by Hank, Sean, and Alex. None of them looked pleased.

"Where's Raven?" Charles asked, forgetting about Azazel.

Erik looked at him apologetically. "Maybe you should try talking to her." The way he said it made sound like he wasn't going to be the first one to try.

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Raven had hidden herself up in her room for how many hours since she had…found out. The others had tried to talk to her. First Hank did, but she didn't even make a noise for him. Alex and Sean gave up after 15 seconds. Even Erik – the man with the stone cold heart – had tried to talk to her. The worst part was, she almost told him, but pulled back the second she noticed he wasn't Charles.

When she heard the doorknob turn, she knew exactly who it was.

"He left." Charles was in the doorway with a confused look on his face. His lips formed the word 'who.' "Azazel. He's…gone." Charles rolled over to her bed and pulled himself onto it.

"Are you going to be…?" Raven could tell this wasn't his forte, but she refused to talk to anyone else.

"Okay? With him leaving? Yea. I think I'll recover from that part…it's just, there's a reason why he, left." Charles raised an eyebrow to his hairline. "It's just…I'm…No. I can't do this."

Charles hugged her. "It's alright. If you don't want to talk…"

"No. I'm going to have to do this at some point. Okay, um, well… The second night Azazel was her, we…he and I…O, how do I put this…" She could tell that Charles didn't like where this was going. Raven put one hand on her stomach and looked Charles straight in the eyes.

"Charles, you're going to be an uncle."

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Charles's jaw dropped. "Oh my goodness Raven! This is wonderful!" He smiled and hugged her again.

"Are you sure this is going to be…"

"You kidding? Do you know how long I've wanted to be 'Uncle Charles'? How magnificent does that sound?" He saw Raven give a sigh of relief. "Uncle Charles," he muttered to himself, "Yes. I like the sound of that." Charles looked at Raven and saw something still wasn't right. "Hey," he said softly, "you going to be okay?"

"Yea…its just, can we not tell anyone yet? Like, I don't care if you Erik or whatever, but can we not tell Alex, Hank, and Sean? At least…not yet."

"If that's what you want, sweetheart," Charles said, hugging her one more time.

Raven moaned sarcastically. "Ugh…there you go, acting like my parent again. You know you aren't that much older than me, even if you do act like an old fart.

Charles laughed. "Oh yes, take out any and all of your pain by mocking me. Did you want to talk about a plan for this now, or should we wait for later?"

"Let's wait."

"Alright."

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"I'm going to be an uncle," Charles said to Erik later that night as they were playing chess. "Uncle Charles."

Erik laughed, moving his black knight in an L shape. "So is that what was going on then? With Raven?"

Charles stared down at the board, planning out his next move, and nodded. He moved his rook forward, capturing one of Erik's pawns.

"And that's why he left? Correct?" Erik moved one of his bishops. "Check."

"I'd assume so, but who knows his motives." Charles moved his king out of check.

"How's she…taking it?" Erik moved one of his pawns to Charles's side, regaining his Queen.

"Fine, I think. We're not to tell the boys though." Charles moved a pawn forward, unsure what to do next.

Erik nodded, and moved his knight one more time. "I believe that's checkmate, my friend."

Charles looked down at the board and up to Erik again. "Ah, I believe you are correct."

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