Coming Clean

Your eyes looked at me for what to do
I can't lie, ah ah, I don't know
At the ocean, talk back at the ocean
No one's laughing now what do I say
I walk away but oh,
No don't go
At the ocean, talk back at the ocean
-Third Eye Blind
"Hey," Pete murmured huskily.

"Hi," she whispered back. He waited until she was under the covers before pulling her into his arms. They laid there quietly for a full minute before Pete spoke again. "I love you."

"I'm pregnant."

"The proper phrase is 'I love you too.'"

"Pete, did you hear me?"

"Yes, I figured it out, though."

"How?"

"Asking Logan a creative question."

"I had a talk with Logan before coming to bed."

"So what are we going to do?"

"The way I figure it we have four options: I give up the baby- we stay together, I keep the baby- we stay together, I give up the baby- we break up, I keep the baby- we break up."

"Five. There's also marriage."

"Not an option. I won't have you marrying me just because I'm pregnant. This is the twenty-first century, you big idiot."

He chuckled. "That's me girl, we're facin' our first crisis and you still have the presence of mind to insult me. The last two of yers are out too. I ain't leavin' you, and the kid's mine too, I'm gonna be there."

"I do love you."

"I know."

"But, Pete, you hate kids. You never made a secret of that... and you told me you never wanted to be a father. You said that that was a deal breaker."

"I did and it was but it's a little late for that one. Besides, I may have been a little hasty. I mean, I love you, and the baby is ours, I'm standing by you, no matter what." There was more silence as Kitty basked in the fact that Pete was willing to accept responsibility and work things out with her. "So, how long have you known?"

"Since yesterday morning. Moira decided to give me a checkup when I told her I wasn't feeling well."

"How far a long?"

"She figures about three and a half months."

"Wow... we're a third of the way through this."

"I know. I thought the pills I was taking just stopped me from getting my monthly... apparently not."

"Well, let's get some sleep," Pete offered kissing her on the forehead. "We can talk more in the morning." Kitty laid her head on his chest able to relax for the first time all day.

A room down

Remy yawned stretching languidly. "Dat was great."

"Mah turn," Rogue said.

"As y' wish, chére, y' know how much Remy enjoys touchin' ya. Roll over." Rogue obeyed.

"Mmm... Ah needed this... it's been such a long night."

"Dat feel good, ma chérie?"

"You know it does."

"So, what be goin' on? Why's everyone so on edge?"

"Ah-ha, Ah know what yer doin'. Ya think that you'll get me distracted and get information from me."

"Not workin'?"

"No."

"Merde."

"Kitty will tell y'all in good time... damn, you're good at this, swamp rat."

"Years of experience."

Rogue rolled over and gave Remy a kiss. "You give the best back rubs."

In the morning

"Mornin', Lady Moira," Rahne smiled.

"How many times must A tell ya, call me Moira or mum?" Moira said.

"Sorry... A just still have a bit of a hard time adjustin'... part of me still says A don't deserve your love or trust."

"Ye silly girl," Moira said hugging Rahne tightly. "Of course ye do. Ye are the kindest, sweetest daughter any woman could ever ask for. Reverend Craig will burn in the hell he always preached about for ever sayin' that you'll go there." Rahne had to blink away tears.

"Thank ye... mum."

Moira smiled at her foster daughter as she finished putting her "special" ingredients in the coffee. "Now help me with breakfast and tell me all about Doug. A've been a bit preoccupied with my research."

In Betsy's and Meggan's room

Betsy woke up clutching her head. The midnight margaritas had seemed like a good idea last night. "Never again," she murmured.

"Morning," Warren muttered sitting up and stretching his arms then his wings. Betsy froze. "Do you remember last night?"

"I remember the drinking contest then it all goes fuzzy."

"That's about the extent of it for me too," Warren admitted. "Did we...?"

"I dunno," Betsy admitted. "You're wearing boxers."

"You... are definitely not," Warren said fighting the incredibly strong urge to check out her body. Betsy clutched the sheet tighter against herself and sighed.

"Why me?"

"Okay, let's think. Whose room are we in?"

"Mine," Betsy said looking around.

"Uh-huh," Warren murmured thoughtfully. "So... the last thing I remember is kissing you after we downed that last drink. Meggan and Brian were laughing at us."

"Stupid powers."

"I definitely agree."

"Oh, I remember that! You were trying to fly and couldn't get off the ground." She was amused to see Warren blush.

"So... where's Meggan?"

In Brian and Warren's room

"Morning," Meggan chirped happily.

Brian resisted the urge to growl. It was too early for such brightness, speaking of brightness... "Love, why are the curtains drawn?"

"The room needed some brightness," Meggan said. "C'mon, sleepy head, it's almost ten."

Brian rubbed his head. His powers prevented him from receiving the same kind of hangover that the others had but he was still feeling the ill effects of last night. "How are you still so aware? Bets and Warren are probably feeling terrible, my head hurts and you-"

"Are fine," she smiled. "Perk of my elemental powers." Brian raised his head looking at the fey-like beauty sitting next to him, smiling her wide-almost child-like smile, and dropped his head back onto the pillow.

"Ten more minutes."

"Spoil sport," she pouted.

In Pete and Kitty's room

The couple got up and went through their usual morning activities, minus one. "Before we make love again I, and I can't believe I'm actually am going to say this, want to talk to MacTaggart, and make sure it's safe."

"That's sweet," Kitty said pulling Pete close for a kiss.

"So who knows?"

"All the girls, Meggan could tell. I let her tell them."

"And Logan knows."

Kitty smiled a little. "Yeah, so what do you want to do?"

"Honestly, I don't know. I've never done this before."

"Good to know."

"This is really happening."

"Yep."

"When will we know if we're having a girl or a boy?"

"I'm not sure." They sat on their bed for a full two minutes. "This isn't solving anything."

"No," he agreed. "But it's better than the alternative."

"Perhaps, but we do need to face them sometime."

"I vote for later."

"The sooner we go downstairs the faster we find out when we can make love again."

"Let's go," Pete stood and pulled a giggling Kitty to her feet. When they emerged, the others were all watching. "Wot?"

Did you tell him? Betsy asked Kitty.

Yeah, and you guys were right.

Of course. So, are you going to tell the guys? They know something is up and they're really curious.

Later.

"Let's have a talk," Logan said wrapping an arm around both Kitty and Pete's shoulders. Kitty and Pete both sighed letting the older mutant lead them outside. Pete handed Kitty his suit jacket since the morning air was a little chilly.

"Wot's up?" Pete asked.

"You told him?" Logan asked.

"Yeah," Kitty nodded.

"Good. I didn't want to talk in front of the others, I wasn't sure if you wanted them to know or not. How'd this happen?"

"Hell, Logan, as old as you are and you don't know the answer to that yet?" Pete asked in mocking surprise. SNICT Pete fell silent.

"I'm not exactly sure," Kitty said. "I was on the pill... I guess I did something wrong." Pete put an arm around, Logan noted the comforting move with approval.

"Do you know what yer gonna do?" Logan said.

"I think I want to keep our baby."

Pete gave a shrug. "I'm with the lady

Kitty looked up at Pete seriously. "Are you sure? You totally don't have to give up your life just because-" Pete pulled her into his arms and held her for a few seconds.

"You are my life, Kit. I couldn't survive without you. I wouldn't want to." Kitty had to blink away more tears. Pete released her with a final kiss on the forehead. "We're in this thing together. As you said, luv, the baby is ours. We'll handle this together."

Logan smiled and gave Pete a pat on the back, knocking the younger man a step forward. "That was what I wanted to hear. Don't worry, runt, you'll be a good dad. Just remember everything your father did and do the opposite." Pete gave a small rueful grin at that. "You, Kit, I've seen you with kids. You're a natural."

"Thanks, Logan. I think I speak for both of us when I ask if you would be our baby's godfather."

Pete nodded. "Ain't no one else I'd rather it be, mate."

"Thank you," Logan said. "I'd be honored." Moira walked outside she looked at the similar expressions of slight unease on everyone's faces. She smiled approaching.

"How do ye feel?" she asked Kitty.

"Okay. I didn't get sick this morning, that's a plus," Kitty told Moira.

"We have a few questions," Pete said.

"A figured ye would. A have some files I have tae get ready but we can talk after lunch."

"Thanks," Kitty said.

"When are ye goin' tae tell the others?"

"Now," Kitty said taking Pete's hand.

"Do we have to?" Pete asked letting her drag him towards the house.

"Yes." Logan started to follow the couple but stopped when he saw that Moira was staring into the sea looking lost.

"You okay, darlin'?"

"Fine," Moira said but her smile was unconvincing and her eyes were a little too shiny. Logan just stared at her. "Oh, come on, Logan, I never fall apart."

"Didn't say you were, darlin'," Logan said. "But now that you mention it..."

"A'm just thinkin' about Kevin. All this talk about children. A still miss him... sometimes. A don't blame the X-Men... not consciously, but part of me does resent them."

"I wish I had been there."

"Ye coulda have done anything."

"Maybe," Logan said unconvinced.

"Och, look at me blubberin' like a wee barin. A do need tae get some research ready for when you go back. Hank wanted me to read over some files and send back my thoughts. Thank ye, Logan. You're a good friend."

Next time on Excalibur, everyone who doesn't know reacts to Kitty and Pete's news. Be ready for violent blue elves and homicidle dragons.