Summary: A bundle of joy is expected at the mansion and everyone is handling the news in surprising and not-so surprising ways.

Disclaimer: Property of Marvel and Fox and Stan Lee and blah blah blah...

He was sitting on the edge of her bed, his knee shaking up and down. Nothing could calm him down, even the usually soothing sound of his lighter was getting on his nerves.

What was taking her so long?

She had been in the bathroom for over half an hour. He heard the toilet flush twenty minutes ago. It couldn't take that long for results...could it?

God, was it only three hours ago that he thought his life was so normal?

He had been sitting in the rec room with Peter, laughing at the metal man who was trying to tell a dirty joke. But Peter was blushing so hard that when it was time to say the punch line, he could only mumble the last part out.

Then she came in, looking nervous and harried.

"I have to talk to you," she said, gripping his arm and hauling him out of the couch he was sitting in.

Jesus Christ, when did she get so strong?

She didn't loosen her grip until they were outside, under the maple tree they had used to meet at when they wanted to sneak out of the mansion. When they had reached their destination, she let go of his arm but started to fidget on her feet and fiddle with his collar.

"Rogue? What's going on?"

She just buried her face into his neck, arms wrapping tightly around him. He held her, not knowing what else to do.

"What's the matter?"

"I'm late."

He thought she was going to say more than that two-word statement but when she didn't say anything else, he asked, "Late for what?"

She pushed away from him angrily. "God, John! Stop acting stupid!"

"I'm not acting! I am genuinely and most definitely not clear on what exactly you're late for."

"I'm not late for a fucking meeting, asshole! I'm late! My period! I'm seven days late!"

After that, he doesn't remember much.

Maybe he got on the bus, maybe he walked into the drugstore, maybe he grabbed the first five pregnancy tests off the shelves, maybe he thought about punching the check-out clerk when the asshole gave him a knowing smirk, maybe he got back on the bus holding that damn plastic bag in his lap like a friggin' old lady holding her purse, and maybe he ran into Logan when he got back to the mansion and thought he was going to die clutching a plastic bag full of pregnancy tests in his hand.

Oh God, please, let it be negative...let it be negative...let it be negative...

His mental chant to himself was doing nothing to calm his nerves. He had to do something, anything.

He got up off the bed and knocked on the bathroom door. "Rogue? What's going on? Rogue?"

He pressed his ear against the door but couldn't hear anything. It was silent...too silent. He tried the knob and was surprised that it opened easily. Now he couldn't remember if she had even locked it.

He stepped inside the tiny bathroom and found her sitting in the empty bathtub, staring at the plastic sticks in her hand. She didn't say anything, just sat there, staring at the results.

"Rogue?" He knelt down beside the tub. It was only when he ran his fingers through her hair that she turned and looked at him.

"I'm pregnant." She had whispered it so quietly, he thought he didn't hear her properly. But the fear and tears in her eyes told him he did hear what he thought he heard.

He repressed all the urges to scream and yell, to place blame, to walk away with no thoughts of regret...

No, he couldn't do any of that. Not when she looked at him with those big brown doe eyes, looking shocked and scared and completely lost.


That was all the anger he allowed himself. If he dwelled on it any more than that, he would drive himself crazy, let rage and resentment fester at him. He didn't want to be that guy.

He got into the tub with her, making her drop the plastic sticks onto the tile floor. He shifted her body so that she laid on top of him. She let out a small sigh when he wrapped his arms around her. He felt her gloved fingers digging into his back

"I want to keep it," she said, muffled against his shoulder. "I want to have the baby."

He closed his eyes, that urge to walk away was back, stronger, more demanding.

"John?" she said again in that same small scared voice she used moments ago.

He opened his eyes, looking down at her upturned face. "We'll have to think of some names..."

Her eyes were glassy with unshed tears. "Yeah?"


A/N #1: I know some things were left a little vague in this chapter but it'll all be addressed in later chapters. Patience is a virtue.

A/N #2: Yeah, I know...WTF, right? I should be writing the next chapter to Stop Loss but I figure that story will be my angsty fic and this one will be my funny, fluffy fic. Y/Y? Good! \ o /

A/N #3: Oh, almost forgot, big thanks to Crystal-Luna for the input!