Takes place between Living a Life Unexpected and A Normal Life:
"Daddy you can't put that one there," Kurt took the small pegs out of Azazel's hand. "It's a dinosaur, he's supposed to be green."
"Dinosaur can be purple," Azazel countered as his son replaced the purple pegs with green.
Kurt gave him a look as if he were stupid. "Dad, dinosaurs are green. It says in my book."
Azazel shrugged and sat back to watch as Kurt finished his masterpiece. His eye turned to Christine who was sitting with them, but narrowed at the expression on her face. "What's in your mouth?"
The little girl moved to stand, trying to toddle away from her father but he caught her. "Open, Christine," he dug a finger in and pulled out a few of the pegs. With a sigh he returned them to Kurt's pile. "Are not candy, printsessa."
"Ew, these are all gross!" Kurt made a face at the wet pegs. "Thanks a lot, Christine!"
Christine's face sank and Azazel bounced her. "Dadda," she whined, turning her face into his neck. Maybe she was due for a nap. He stood to bring her into the other room, but before he had a chance the front door opened and now Christine was excited. "Mommy!" She bounced and pulled from her father to reach for her mother.
"My beauty," Moira took the girl into her arms giving her a kiss. Azazel gave her a welcome kiss as well, but as he pulled away his smile melted at her expression.
"I have to talk to you," she told him seriously.
He nodded, as Moira let Christine down on the floor again. She motioned toward their bedroom, and Azazel turned to Kurt. "Don't let Christine touch."
"She can't play with any of it, she's a baby," he responded. Azazel hated when Kurt had such rude responses about his sister, but he didn't want to take the time to correct him now. Whatever Moira had to say was important.
She threw her bag on the bed and sat, Azazel sitting with her. "What is it?"
"I'm pregnant," she told him, not looking up to meet his eye. Azazel took a breath, his lips curling into a smile. He moved off the bed to kneel in front of her.
"Pregnant?" He smiled wide as his hands moved to her stomach, as if he could feel the baby there. She put her hands over his. Azazel looked up and his expression fell as he took in hers.
Moira gave him a sad smile, but shook her head. "We can't have a baby yet, Alek. We're not ready."
He moved again to sit beside her, putting his arms around her. "We are. We will be. Baby is here," he put his hand on her stomach again. "Our baby."
"I know," she sighed, her eyes tearing. "It's hard, Alek. It's so hard. Christine is just two. Being pregnant and dealing with her and Kurt and everything else. What if I end up bedridden again?"
Azazel was hit with a sense of guilt. Moira's pregnancy with Christine he knew was harder than average. She was sick all the time and had spent the final month in bed before the baby came early. He wondered often if it was because she was carrying a mutant child. As a human, was that more taxing? Was it selfish to ask her to carry his children? But at the same time, they loved each other. She carried his child willingly. She wanted Christine as much as he did. But with the new one, she seemed unsure.
"We will make it work," he told her. "What choice do we have? Baby is there." He gathered her closer to him. "Maybe baby boy this time? Or another girl. As beautiful as her mother and sister."
Moira smiled a bit against him. "How can you be sure it will work?"
"Anything we do together will work," he told her. His hand rubbed over her stomach lovingly. "Everything we do so far has worked. This will too. And in few months, we'll have new little one to love."
They sat in an embrace for a while. He was filled with an immense gratitude. He was a lucky man.