Greetings and welcome to Chapter 16! Thank you guys so much for the reviews! They sincerely brighten my entire day! :) My last final for this semester is Monday, so after that I will have a whole month to do nothing but work and write! Awesome, right? LOL Expect many chapters before January 14th! And as always, read, enjoy, review!
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Ferity: (fehr-ih-tee) - noun - 1. The state of being wild or untamed. 2. The state of being savage; Ferocity.
"...And so, we see here that without this journey from a gas to a liquid to a solid and so on, our world would not be at all like it is today." Professor Xavier lectured to the class of twenty-five or so mutants before him. He gestured to the chemical diagrams drawn on the chalkboard that showed the structure of a water molecule. "For example, if water remained in its solid state, there would be no life on the planet, for without the liquid form, life as we know it would never have evolved."
The students in the room all listened intently, giving the Professor the respect that he deserved while he taught them everything under the sun.
Zosia smiled, silently watching the interaction from her fly on the wall perch in the far corner of the library. She was comfortable curled up in a leather club chair, her legs dangling over one arm, and Sari curled asleep on her chest. The professor had started his lesson fifty-three minutes ago. John had asked how the states of matter were important to the mutant issue, and that had turned the lecture into the course of evolution based upon the structure of the water molecule. The lesson had become something of a free for all and everyone had been asking questions. Some asked sincerely, others only being facetious, but the professor answered everyone anyway- if only to push just that much more knowledge into their heads.
After a month at the school, the feral had long ago decided that she enjoyed sitting in on the professor's classes during the day. Though she had began spending her mornings with Ororo and her class, the two of them had quickly discovered that they couldn't keep themselves from over-analyzing everything until the children were all either so bored or so overwhelmed that nothing was getting done. It was better for her to stay with Charles. Even though she heard the same lecture over and over all day, she enjoyed hearing the children interact. Though the speech he gave was generally the same for every class, the banter was always different.
The professor was a knowledgable and charming man, and his lessons were always interesting, but Zoe found that she could very easily zone out while listening to him. Perhaps it was because listening to him reminded her so much of Eric. She had spent hours upon hours with Eric, reading anything and everything they could get their hands on. Addicted to the written word, he was. Whenever he and Myst would take off and be gone for a few days, he always seemed to bring home a book or two for her. Sometimes the books were novels, or books of sonnets and poetry. Other times, they were textbooks- big, thick ones that would take them days to go through.
Sari gave a little grunt, lifting her head up off her mother's chest. Her head bobbed for a few seconds before she laid her forehead back down on Zoe's chest. She let out a grunt that quickly became a whimper. Before the cub could attract the attention of the whole class, Zoe pulled the almost five week old baby up for a cuddle and a snack.
"...For example: Metal in its liquid state is extremely difficult to manipulate- even with magnetic force. This is something my friend, Eric, discovered in his youth. To force a metallic element into a pure gaseous form is a stretch even for his immense capabilities, but it is possible."
At the mention of Eric's name, Zoe glances up, meeting the professor's eyes with a smile. She shook her head in amusement but said nothing. They'd yet to let anyone know outside of Rogue and Jubilee that she had come from the Brotherhood. The less who knew the truth, the less mouths that could spill that truth to someone who wanted to hurt her or her cub. The majority of the students- if the rumor mill were true- believed that she was an unwed, runaway sixteen year old who had her baby in the back of a van at a rock concert. She could thank Jubilee for the rock concert bit- that girl could gossip. Supposedly she had found the school with the help of a graduated student. The reason she didn't attend the classes like the others was because she had already graduated beforehand, and was using the school as a refuge until the baby was old enough she could go get a job somewhere. Marie had come up with the already graduating part, and for this Zosia was grateful; she certainly did not want to take algebra with Scooter.
With open fondness, the feral turned her eyes to the pretty brunette sitting in the front row of Xavier's class, taking notes as he lectured. Marie had managed to seat herself down into Zoe's heart as though she'd bore her. As she watched the girl, Rogue suddenly stopped her jotting, and scowled at the paper on the clipboard in her lap. With an aggressive sweet of her fingers, the twirled her pencil around and began to angrily erase all the notes she'd just written down.
Zosia smirked, amused. Marie must have caught herself writing in Eric's neat script again- just one of the man 'gifts' he had bestowed upon her that night on Ellis Island. Her normal handwriting was a little sloppy, with girlish scrolling letters; channeling Eric, she used his precise, neat, masculine script with tight little letters.
"You okay, chica?" Jubilee whispered as she leaned over to look at Rogue's paper. "Oh."
"It's okay." Marie whispered back to her.
Jubilation only nodded, turning her head back to the Professor's lesson.
Loud, hyper, and brash, Jubilation was much like Mystique in her humors. The young Chinese girl shared the same coarse sense of humor as Zoe's adopted sister, and displayed the same cocky devil-may-care attitude when slighted. With an exuberance to match any five year old's on their birthday, Jubilee could simply alight a room with her personality. She drew away some of the cobwebs left over from whatever life Zoe had lead back before she'd known the rings, the tanks, and the pain.
"Alright, students," Xavier announced, glancing to the grandfather clock against the wall. "Don't forget your essays tomorrow. Class is dismissed."
The group of students stood, picking up book bags, notebooks, pens, and paper, then filed out into the hallways. Outside, three other classrooms spilled into the hall to join them.
"Rogue, Wiederholtest du es?" Zoe asked, sitting Sari up in her lap. The cub, cooed, enjoying the new perspective as her mother supported her head for her. (Did you do it again?)
"What? Oh, yeah, I-" Marie cut herself off with a light scowl. Zoe smirked, watching her. "Ja. Ich fing an zu scheiben wie er." (Yes. I began to write like he does.)
Bored of having no one to speak privately with, Zosia had taken it upon herself to show the mutant girl the joys of learning another language. Marie had absorbed bits and pieces of the German language from Eric; Zoe was merely filling in the pieces. It hadn't taken much prompting to pull the language from Marie's memory- she simply ignored the girl until she dropped English in her presence. Even Jubilee and Ororo were picking a little of it up.
"Er ist night ganz schreckliches das, ist es?"
"Nein." Marie shook her head. "Es konnte schlechter sein." (No. It could be worse.)
"Gutes, Madchen."
Zosia watched Marie and Jubilee follow the other students from the room, then stood with Sari tucked in her arms. Before she could follow them, the professor caught her attention.
"Zosia, I wanted you to be aware that we are having a house-guest for the evening." the professor said, rolling his chair alongside her. "He is a good friend. He works at the U.N. now, but he is going to be here this afternoon to help with a few things downstairs."
"Okay." Zoe shrugged.
"He is a feral." said Charles. "And I didn't want to surprise you with that fact." He smirked, amused at the surprised look that quickly crossed her eyes. "I think you will like him, though. He is a very interesting personality."
"If you say so, mon professeur." She replied noncommitally, heading into the hallway in search of Ororo. She had made it a point to always find Ororo on her way to the cafeteria for lunch, and whether Scooter liked it or not, she always sat at their table.
Ororo was in the atrium, stacking away the last of the papers to be graded from her classes. She glanced up when Zoe and Sari came in, and gave them a smile of greeting as she quickly sorted away her work. Zosia took a seat on a table in the front of the room, patiently waiting.
"Hungry yet?" asked Ororo, tucking her textbook into the top drawer of her desk.
"Avez-vous faim, mon moka?" (Are you hungry?)
"Yes." Ororo lightly scowled, remembering. "Oui." She almost uncharacteristically pouted, thinking. "J'ai. J'ai faim." (Ye. I am. I am hungry.)
"You learn quickly, Ororo."
The white-haired woman tucked the last of the mess away, and came to the table where Zoe sat to greet the cooing baby properly. She held her arms out in silent question, and the feral gently placed Sari into them. "Bonjour, peitite ange." Ororo mumured to the cub. "I bet you're just about ready for your own lunch, too, hmm? Sari a faim?" She gave the baby's cheek a quick kiss before gently handing the five week old back to her mother.
"Do you know anything about this feral mutant that the Professor was telling me about earlier? He said one was visiting today." Zoe asked, tucking Sari into her sling.
"Hank? Oh, you're going to like him, Zee. He's a sweetheart." Ororo said with a smile, leading the feral towards the cafeteria. "He helped the professor start this school a long time ago. He's very smart- and handsome... Well, if you like blue, that is."
"Blue?" The two women headed to the large dining room, and all hope of conversation was drowned out by the noisy pack of students getting their food in the lunch-line. They were about to make their way to the teacher's table when Jean's head stuck out of a side room.
"Storm, Zoe." Jean said, then gestured for them to come to her.
"Zosia." The professor grabbed her attention, then turned his back to the tall man standing beside him inside the study. "Hank, this is Zosia Creed." he said congenially. "Zosia, this is Hank McCoy."
Zosia took in the tall, blue-furred man with an emotionless expression, quietly reading him over before deciding upon a warm or cold reception. His eyes were kind and curious, and his posture was relaxed but proper. No smell of aggression came from him, so the smaller feral relaxed. She approached the professor first, giving him a smile of greeting, then casually held a hand out to the new blue mutant.
"It is a pleasure." Hand greeted, reaching out and gently shaking her hand.
"'Tis all mine, I assure you." she returned as he examined the sharp claws tipping her fingers. She offered him the same warm smile as he released her hand, then stepped aside for Ororo. The weather witch didn't bother with a handshake, greeting the man with a bear hug that he returned affectionately. Watching them, Zoe settled her mind. If her new pseudo sister could trust Hank, so could she.
"Hank, how have you been?" asked Ororo.
"Just fine, thank you. Same old, same old in the White House. How about you?" he answered with a smile, laying a friendly hand on her shoulder. "We have heard all about the attacks on Liberty Island, of course. I had wanted to visit sooner, but they needed me in Washington."
"Yes, of course." Ororo nodded, glancing over to Zosia, looking for any sign of reaction. Zoe's arms were crossed under the sling, her face the emotionless mask she wore when she didn't care to be read. "Let's not talk about any of that now, Hank."
The tall man glanced over at Zosia with a knowing look in his eyes. It angered her as she wondered just what that knowing look meant. What had the professor told him about her or about the clash at the statue that night? What did this new stranger know about her or Victor? About Sari? She could feel her heckles rising again, and tightened her arms under Sari's sling. Noticing the change in her mood, she watched him divert his eyes apologetically before he put his attention back to Ororo. Suddenly, she didn't feel so agitated, but the hard shift in mood left her feeling tired. 'What the hell was that?' she wondered, glancing to the professor.
"Professor Xavier has told me that you have a daughter."
Zoe looked back to the tall, furry blue man, cutting her eyes to the professor's. She would have to have a little talk with him about that. Just because he felt secure with this blue man did not mean that she did. Even though she carried Sari with her everywhere she went, most people didn't notice her presense when she slept. When the feral looked back at Hank, she nodded once. "Yes."
"Charles has also informed me of her unique mutation." His voice was friendly, with a hint of something akin to curiosity.
"Unique?" Her tone was a little more rough than she would have liked, but he seemed to take no ill will from it.
Hank smiled. "Your daughter is the first of a new generation of mutants. That, alone with being a female feral is what makes her so unique." He clasped his hands together in front of him, and gestured to where Jean was going through a filing cabinet. "I have come to assist Jean with an examination of some of the students with more serious mutations. It would give me great pleasure if you would allow me to examine your little one."
The feral mother gave him a slight frown. "Examine for what? There is nothing wrong with her."
Hank shook his head. "Considering her mutation, I would presume there is nothing wrong." He said reassuringly. "However, a routine examination should put any fears to rest."
"What is it you want to do? Examine her how?"
"We would make a chart for her first." he answered, stepping a little closer to her. "Jean has informed me that you wouldn't allow her to examine your daughter very well. All we will do is to measure her height and weight, take her temperature." He offered. "It is quick and it is painless if it is something that you would allow me to do for her."
"It'd be good for her, Zee." Ororo added.
The thought that something may have been wrong with her cub had not crossed her mind since those few tense moments after birth when Sari refused to breathe. Mystique had held her upside down and smacked her back to clear her airway, and after a few minutes, Sari had choked and let out a loud cry. As the feral mother looked down at her daughter in her sling, the cub opened her pretty brown eyes to look back. The feral mother looked back at Hank. Perhaps if it was good for the cub, it should be allowed. "Okay."
The tall blue man gave her another friendly smile and nodded. "Wonderful. Shall we retreat to the medical laboratory?"
"Downstairs?" Her voice was pensive, and she hated it.
Hank watched her for a few seconds, looked her up and down once, then gave a light shrug of his shoulders. "If you would be more comfortable, I would be more than happy to perform her examination elsewhere." he offered. When she nodded once, he smiled again. "If you would like, we can go to one of the classrooms."
"Yes." said Zoe. "The atrium."
"Ah, going to let us take a look at the little kitten?" Jean asked, breezing by with a file tucked under her arm. The telekine pushed the sleeves of her red sweater up to her elbows as she stood beside the professor. She offered Zoe a smile. It took the feral a few seconds to follow the expression with a smile of her own, but the telekine did not let her's falter. "Little Sari hasn't had a checkup yet."
"No. The last time you did any kind of checkup I ended up destroying a very expensive x-ray machine." The feral looked back to Hank. "Shall we then?"
"By all means." Hank bowed aside, letting Zoe lead him down the hallway to Ororo's atrium. She watched him peripherally as he walked, carrying a black doctor's bag and a white labcoat in his hands. Ororo walked beside Hank, with Jean and the professor bringing up the rear. Once inside the classroom, Zoe walked to the closest row of tables.
The telekine produced a couple of sheets of paper- medical forms- from her folder, and set them on the table in front of the feral. She plucked a pen from the coil of her bun, and laid it beside the papers. "If you want to go ahead and fill this out, Hank can get started with Sari." she said. "Does she have a birth certificate?"
"Yes." Zoe answered, her voice softened. She lifted the sling in her arms, letting the fabric fall back away from Sari's body. The feral cub blinked in the new light, wriggling in her mother's arms.
"My, my." said Hank, setting his black bag on the table. "What an adorable infant." He gave the baby and mother another appeasing expression, letting Zoe know subconsciously that he was no threat to her or the cub. "So similar in appearance to her mother. You must be very proud."
Zoe smiled, pleased. Gently, the sling was pulled away from her daughter's back and the baby rested in the crook of her arm. Sari let out a little yawn, bringing one hand up and sticking her thumb knuckle between her lips. Zoe looked back to Hank's eyes, unsure.
"Here." Ororo produced a little blue plastic pad from the small closet against the wall where the gardening supplies were kept. "You can lay Sari on this."
Sari was settled on the blue pad on the table, sucking her thumb knuckle contentedly, and giving her legs a few kicks. Zoe straightened the baby's mint green onesie. "Mon petite ange." she murmured to her baby with a smile.
"Ah, parlez vois francais?"
"Oui." With a last look at her baby, she stood straight and turned her attention to the medical charts on the table.
"Bonjour, petite chat." Hank said down to the cub, his voice as even and normal as though he were conversing with another adult. "Plaisir de faire votre connaissance." The blue mutant had pulled a stethoscope from his bag, and it dangled around his neck as he leaned down to the baby feral. Holding up one finger, he moved it slowly side to side, watching Sari's eyes follow it. "Sari, n'est-ce pas? Votre mere et pere certainement ont mis beaucoup de pensee dans vous appeler." (Hello, little cat. Pleasure to make your acquaintance. Sari, is it? Your mother and father certainly did put a lot of thought into naming you."
The charts were quickly filled out with as much information as Zoe could provide, and set aside as she watched Hank complete his examination. The blue feral checked the baby's temperature with an ear thermometer, listened to her heartbeat with his stethoscope, and gently bent her elbows, knees, and hips. All the while, he chatted small-talk to the little cub as though she could answer him back, leaving her cooing up at the blue mutant and happily kicking her legs.
"Quel age a l'enfant en bas?" asked Hank, straightening. (How old is the infant?)
"Four weeks and five days."
"I see." Hank glanced across the table where Jean and Ororo were standing, watching him amusedly. "Jean, would you care to retrieve a scale from the chem lab? I believe it would be easier than having to carry her down to the medlab." The telekine nodded, breezing out of the room. Hank turned back to Zoe. "Would you care to remove her clothing, or would you rather I do it for you?"
Without an answer, the feral mother reached out, gently pulling the pink pants from the baby's legs, the white socks from her feet, and the mint green and pink onesie. The baby's diaper soon followed, leaving her naked on the mat. Sari kicked her legs again, and shook her little fists in the air.
The scale Jean brought into the room wasn't much bigger than a bathroom scale, but they managed to situate Sari on it to where it would record her weight. "Hmm, nine pounds and four ounces." Read Hank, making note of it on the chart beside Sari's mat. Turning to the feral mother, he held his hands out, silently asking permission to touch the baby. "Her weight rate is on the lower end of the growth curve, but for a premature birth it isn't unusual."
"Premature?" asked Jean, surprised.
"Yes." Zoe confirmed, watching Hank tuck Sari into the crook of his arm.
"Really? You never mentioned it."
"What does it matter to you?" Zoe asked calmly.
"Do you know how far into your pregnancy you were when you went into labor?" Hank gave Sari's little belly a pat. "Did you give birth in a hospital?"
"About eight months, give or take. Thirty-six weeks maybe. She was born at home. Myst and Vic were with me."
"My stars and garters, child." Hank said the to cub. "You couldn't wait to get here, could you."
"It's a miracle she survived without a hospital." Jean said, her voice concerned. "You should have said something. There are several problems she could have developed-"
"She was FINE." Zoe cut her off, growling in her direction. She bit the sound off as soon as it started. "Don't you have other students to attend to, telekine?"
"Not while they are at lunch with Scott." answered Jean, her voice losing its friendly tone as she let her agitation show for a few seconds. "Don't bite my head off because I am concerned for the well-being of your daughter."
"Your concern is misplaced." hissed the feral. "She is fine without it. Victor and I have dealt with the circumstance of her birth so don't bother worrying your pretty little head on it."
"Zosia." Charles's voice was authoritarian. He rolled his chair around beside the feral. "There is no need to snap at Jean; she is only trying to help."
"What's done is done. I need none of her help."
"You okay?" Ororo asked, coming to stand beside the feral.
"Fine."
"Did something happen? When you began labor, were you in the process of doing anything strenuous?"
"At that particular moment, yes. You could say so." answered the feral. "Before that, I'd been on errands with Myst."
"Myst?"
"My sister. Mystique." she elaborated. "We were getting ready to head back home. It was a long drive- about three hours or so out of town- so I was waiting beside the van to stretch my legs. Warts was picking up his developing and Myst went to the bathroom a last time."
She had thought them all either dead or dying. Rage had taken over logical thought- backed into a corner, vulnerable, unprotected- and instinct had led her. Instinct to protect herself- to protect the baby still growing inside her- flooded her eyes black, lengthened her claws, her fangs, and coloured her vision red with blood. She looked down at the bodies on the ground around her- the seven men who had tried to harm her.
Simply because she had been born different from them.
Her pregnancy was obvious, as was her vulnerability, and the had attacked her anyway. Deep down in her heart, she found that she was incapable of feeling guilty for taking their lives. They had struck first. They had asked for blood.
She had given it to them.
"Zo!"
The feral looked up as Myst and Warts ran down the alley. They both paused, taking in the bodies around her, the blood that pained her skin and hands. "Myst... Warts... I... They just- I c-couldn't... I-"
"It's okay." Mystique's tone was soft and motherly as she put her hands on her sister's shoulders. "We'll go home. No one here knows you or where we came from. They won't find us. They were only humans."
"But, we-"
"Look out!" Mortimer yelled out, running at the two women, shoving them out of the way as one of the humans managed to lunge up. The toad spat a thick wad of green ooze at the man's face, then gave him a savage kick to the temple.
Zosia felt the knife, aimed for her ribs, pierce into her side before she hit the ground beside Myst. The metamorph jerked up in time to watch as the pregnant feral pulled the knife- a small dagger with a three inch blade- from the round swell of her stomach. Though the blade itself was far to small to seriously injure the pregnant feral, it had hit its mark where the most damage would be done- to the child the feral carried.
"You killed them?" Jean asked.
"Slaughtered them. It was that or die. I filleted them."
"No one here is judging you." said the professor.
"I do not fear judgement. Their deaths lay on their own heads. I'd have left them alone; why couldn't they leave me be? Because I have claws?"
"Alright now, le petite," Hank said to the tiny cub, returned to the mat. "Let us measure you before you decide to spring a leak in this cool room." Hank pulled a cloth tape measure from his bag. "She doesn't have any scarring on her body. I assume the blade missed her?"
"Yes. It hit the placenta. The knife itself- the trauma- sent me into labor. It was a long drive home. Water broke and it was blood." said the feral, watching Hank measure the cub. "When Myst's dopplar couldn't pick up her heartbeat anymore, Victor cut her out of me."
"He what?!" Jean and Ororo's eyes bugged out.
"Stars and garters, petite chat." said Hank to Sari. "You had a very interesting birth."
"Too interesting." mumbled the feral mother, curling a lip.
"Well, she is a whopping twenty inches long." Hank put away his measuring tape. "Did you measure her at birth?"
"No. There wasn't time. We were set to leave the lair that night for New York. We'd been in and out of New York for weeks but this was just before Liberty Island. That night, Myst flew us in the helicopter to our new place in New York." answered Zoe. "She's gotten bigger but I can't tell you precisely how much so."
Hank looked to Ororo. "Did you say you had a diaper in here for her?" She nodded, and he watched her retrieve one from her desk. "Babysit much?"
"Sometimes." she answered, ignoring the others as she brought the diaper to the table. She handed it to the blue feral and watched him place it under Sari's bottom. He pulled it up between her legs, and went to pull the sticky tabs to attach it.
Hank frowned. "I can't seem to locate the fastening tabs."
Ororo chuckled, covering her mouth with one hand, gathering the attention of the others. "That's because you have it on backwards, Dr. McCoy." she teased.
"Backwards?" If one could see beneath the blue, one could imagine his blush. "It has been a long time..."
"You're as bad as Victor." Zoe said with a shake of her head. Standing, she gently took over her daughter's dressing. "Took him a good ten minutes to get frustrated enough to have Myst do it."
Hank watched her diaper the baby. "Victor. You mean Sabretooth."
"Yes."
With another smile for the now-dressed cub on the blue mat, Hank reached down and ran the back of his thumb across the baby's stomach. Sari sucked her tummy in, becoming still. "Ticklish, hmm?" He took hold of one tiny fist, letting the cub curl her fingers around his thumb. "Now then, let us take a look at those little claw- Ouch!" He quickly snatched his thumb away, looking at the four bleeding pricks on the fleshy pad of his finger. He scowled, confused, taking a closer look at the baby's hand. "That is quite and acute set of claws you have there, little one."
Zoe tried to hide her proud smile. "I do apologize, Hank." She said, her voice composed but light. "I did not file her nails last night after I bathed her last night." She pulled Sari up into her arms. "Nous ne pouvons pas les laisser oublier que les chatons ont des griffes, aussi." (We can't let them forget that kittens have claws, too.)
"She certainly does." said Hank, wiping his thumb with a handkerchief from his suit pocket.
Suddenly displeased, Sari's face crinkled and she let out a soft whimper. Zoe responded by settling down on the chair behind her and cuddling the baby in the crook of her arm.
"Lunchtime?" guessed Ororo with a smile.
"All the time." returned Zoe.
"I assume you are breastfeeding." said the blue mutant. He gave her a small smile, tapping the tip of his nose with his pen.
Zoe smirked, rolling her eyes with a nod. "Trying to say something, Monkey-man?" she asked playfully.
"Just being observant." he innocently returned.
"Noted."
"How frequently does she eat, and how long does she nurse each time?"
"About every other hour or so." Zoe answered. "Maybe ten minutes at a time and sometimes up to a half hour." She pulled Sari up to her shoulder, tucking the baby's head under her mother's chin. She pat the baby's back, purring softly to keep her quiet, but the baby would have none of it. Sari fussed louder. "She's started staying awake after eating now, too, instead of falling asleep."
"Hey, Jean, I was-" Scott walked into the classroom. Spotting Zee, he immediately did an about-face. "Good Lord, Zosia, cover yourself!"
The feral mother rolled her eyes. "I am covered, you dick!"
"Half-naked? With your shirt under your chin?"
"And a baby to my breast." returned the girl. "You wish I were half-naked!"
"Scott." Xavier said, his voice a gentle warning.
"Professor, you know that I don't believe she should be doing things like that where the students could see it." said the man, continuing to stare into the hall. "It's not something-"
"You don't believe I should feed my daughter?" hissed the feral.
"Feed her all you like, but keep your chest covered by a shirt."
"And how do you expect me to pull that one off?"
"Give her a bottle."
"A bottle?" Zoe spat. "Why would I do something like that?"
"For decency."
The feral was quiet for a few seconds, calming herself. She turned her head towards Scott's back. "For decency."
"Scott, breastfeeding is only natural." Hank said. "And the best thing she could be doing for her infant, especially considering her prematurity." He took his glasses off, cleaning the lenses on his labcoat. "If it weren't something that was supposed to happen, the body would not produce milk the way it does."
"Yeah- what do you think boobs are for, Scott? Filling out my sweater?" Jean asked, her voice playful.
Zosia glanced over at Jean, and for a few seconds, a look akin to the expressions she normally would bestow upon Ororo or Marie flashing into her eyes. After that brief glinting, her eyes returned to their normally neutral glare. "Should the two of you decide one day to breed, I feel deeply sorry for your future offspring should Scooter here have much say in their care."
To be continued...
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