bornbored: Hey guys! Thanks so much for the reviews, and I want to apologize for the vagueness regarding the X-men's missions and hero-stuff...I'm no adventure writer! Hope you enjoy the drama/romance that I can write, and I hope you'll bless me with many more reviews.

The X-men were finally contacted by Professor Xavier in the third month of the pregnancy, and Kurt's time with Wanda was cut drastically short as he was pressed to help his team prevent the future reign of Apocalypse. He sent transmissions to Genosha from the Institute whenever he could; and once the rest of the X-men found out why, they were very supportive. So supportive, in fact, that they all seemed to have their own advice to give. Some of which Kurt was grateful for, and some he wished he had never heard at all.

Hank had been the first to offer wisdom, upon finding Kurt in the lab one day just after he ended a transmission.

"Kurt, my boy, I wanted to offer a bit of advice if I may." He placed his massive hand onto the younger X-man's shoulders,

"Of course," Kurt crossed his arms thoughtfully.

"When a man becomes a father, his responsibilities are irrevocably changed. Your first priority in life becomes your family, and you must always place them before yourself."

"I understand zhat, Hank."

"I thought you might; being so used to placing others safety before yours as an X-man, but I was wondering; do you plan on marrying Ms. Wanda?"

Kurt slid his hand through his hair and looked towards the ground,

"I vanted to marry her long before I knew of ze pregnancy, but Vanda does not think highly of ze practice; I don't think her father ever married, and he had three children. Vhenever ve talk about it, she says it'd be nearly impossible to maintain vith each of us on ze other end of the ocean."

"Now hold on there, you've kept up this relationship, haven't you?"

Kurt nodded and crossed his arms again.

"Well, why should it be any different once you've made a formal commitment to each other? Just think it over, son. There's no hurry." He clapped him on the shoulder and exited the room.

Hank's words were still scuttling across Kurt's mind as he sat in the parlor that night, listening to the females of the team and their opinions on the subject of Kurt's long-distance relationship.

"I think you're doing everything you can, Kurt," Ororo said in her calm, mature voice,

"You've been more attentive to her than many men who live with their lovers."

Jean nodded in agreement,

"And judging from the stress-levels present the last time I evaluated her, the pregnancy is going very smoothly."

"That's gut," Kurt replied with a smile, and Kitty slung her arm happily through his,

"I can't believe you're going to be a dad! I'll be Aunt Kitty!" his friend was so excited Kurt couldn't help a chuckle himself.

The next morning it was Wolverine who had some advice to give, whether Kurt wanted it or not.

"Elf," he said gruffly as he shoved his motorcycle helmet under his arm and looked pointedly at him,

"Remember, no sex after the second trimester."

Kurts yellow eyes widened and all he could do was gape awkwardly after Logan as he calmly walked out of the mansion to where his bike waited. When his brain resumed function sometime that afternoon, Kurt wondered which disturbed him more; Logan's desire to impart this information to him, or just how he learned it in the first place.

Back in Genosha Wanda was turning inward with her concern, as no one close to her at the palace had any idea what pregnancy was like. It seemed strange to her that she had never before felt so connected to her own mother, who died shortly after the birth of Pietro and herself. She imagined what she must have gone through, with Magneto's dedication to his work constantly overshadowing her as well as her pregnancy.

Wanda didn't own so much as a photo of her mother, and had stopped thinking about her altogether around the age of thirteen. That was why she had developed such a close relationship to her father and twin brother; they were all she had until Lorna arrived. Her head throbbed and her grief crept into her heart as she thought of how twisted her father had grown from their original goals; she felt no remorse for his banishment, but every now and then she did long for their family to be whole again. For the first time in years, she truly wished she could meet her mother.

"Well, I'll have a new family soon," she said softly, touching her stomach fondly.

She examined herself in the mirror and was astounded that she had yet to show at all. Doctor Hartho insisted this was no reason to worry; she had barely finished her first trimester and of course, every woman's experience is different. Still, with the way her appetite had increased two-fold lately she had expected to see a bit of growth, and could barely believe she fit into her trademark scarlet bodice and the small suit she wore beneath it. She grudgingly imagined herself inflating like a balloon-surely something similar would take place in a few more weeks.

"Well, I'm wearing my clothes while I still can," she decided verbally, exiting the room and setting in pursuit of her younger sister. Lorna had become a life-line for her these past few months, whether her crazy pregnant-hormones were the cause or the two were simply growing closer, she wasn't sure yet. She found Lorna in her favorite place in the world; the rose gardens, carefully tending the new emerging buds.

"I've been thinking of names for the baby," Lorna announced happily as she saw Wanda approaching.

"Let me guess;" Wanda replied with a smirk,

"Rose? Blossom? Violet?"

Lorna shrugged,

"You forgot about Lily, Peony, Hyacinth and Daisy."

Wanda snickered and placed her hands on her hips,

"Has it occurred to you that the baby might be a boy, Lorna? What boy-names have you come up with?"

"Well there's Cliff, Forrest and Brandon,"

Wanda raised an eyebrow at her last suggestion, to which Lorna gave her an expectant look,

"What? I can't like the name Brandon?"

"It's not that, I'm just…surprised," Wanda gave her sister a smile,

"I expected something like, Wind or Cloud…"

Lorna gave her a playful shove in the arm,

"Ooh, shut-up! Here, help me with these,"

She handed Wanda a watering can and picked up a pair of hedge clips from the ground. Wanda was happy to oblige, as it was rare Lorna let anyone touch her carefully-grown plants. The two young women took to imagining new names as they watered and trimmed, and finally Wanda decided on her favorite names.

"I'll have to hear Kurt's ideas too," she began thoughtfully as she set the empty watering can onto the ground,

"But so far I like; Josephine for a girl, and Victor for a boy."

Lorna nodded,

"Well, I like Josephine. Let's head inside, I don't want to over-prune the rose bushes."

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It was a few weeks before Kurt had the opportunity to visit Genosha again; Wolverine had set out on his bike for a mission he described as 'solo' only, which naturally meant Kitty planned to follow and spy on him. When she invited her favorite blue X-man to accompany her, Kurt had declined.

"Sorry, I'm afraid I have other things to vorry about than vhat Logan does on his own, Kitty. Vhy don't you ask Bobby along?"

Kitty sighed,

"I don't know, he's so nervous around me lately-it's annoying. I mean, the whole mansion knows he likes me, why can't he just get up the nerve to-"

As if on cue, Bobby Drake slid down the stair-banister like it was one of his icy paths and leapt off the edge to land in front of the two X-men.

He appeared to steel himself, and solemnly offered Kitty a slightly rumpled bouquet of daisies,

"Kitty," he began shakily and looked up towards the ceiling,

"I really like you and I think we should go out. There, I said it."

Kurt had to bite back a chuckle at Kitty's startled face,

"Vish granted, Kitty." He said before he vanished with a puff of smoke.

Kitty slowly accepted the small bouquet and smiled up at Bobby,

"Sure."

"Yeah!?" he replied in disbelief.

"Yeah," Kitty replied with a laugh, and leaned up onto her tip-toes to kiss his cheek.

"Great, so uhm…any date ideas?" he scratched his head as his cheeks were colored a shade far darker than normal.

"Wanna see what Logan considers a 'solo' mission?"