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It's not just with Milliways -- and interdimensional portals, and time manipulators, and the astral plane, and alien technology, and so forth -- that time does strange things. Eight and a half months ago, they learned that Kate was pregnant.

Nine months, now, give or take a few days. Nine months, and -- as far as they can tell, as far as any scans have shown, they hope, they hope -- a healthy baby to be born any day now.

Katya is, as she has been for a few weeks (and, to be honest, for nine months), excited and happy and stressed and, above all, impatient. Increasingly so.

Also, at the moment, frowning at the floor with a hand on her belly. Piotr pauses in the doorway, studying her.

Date: 2011-10-07 12:13 am (UTC)
prydeful: (Thinking)
From: [personal profile] prydeful
"Draw a sketch, it'll last longer. Well, not with the way our items last. But no one's blown this place up yet, anyway. I even have a photo of you, still, from when you were twenty." Beat. "I may have found it last week, when I dragged you away from the impromptu art class."

It's absent, not sharp, but it's too absent, as it is when she continues, "You were hot at twenty. Not that i mind you now. Actually, i think physically, we have less of an age gap now. But man, you were hot at twenty. I'm trying to remember if we dated when you were actually twenty. Did we?"

It is also becoming a rather faster ramble as she finishes.

Date: 2011-10-07 12:36 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] prydeful
"Um," she says, which is almost, if not quite, answer enough.

She does not wince.

But one of her hands is gripping his arm, now, and it's gripping it with as much strength as she can muster.

"I'm not sure. I don't know. You didn't answer my question. Are you still mad that I kinda tricked you into coming to Muir for us to basically laser your head? Because I meant to apologize more for that, except you broke Pete's back, and that pissed me off a lot, and then you were in a cell, and we had to keep you there, and I was crying a lot when I wasn't yelling at you. But you weren't supposed to know that so I couldn't let you see that. The whole thing sucked. Why didn't you come back sooner?"

It is an answer that she is talking directly about things they, pretty much, like to Not Talk or Think About At all.

Even she is realizing that as she freezes and looks up at him.

"...Something's different." That is not, Actually, I am starting to panic very badly and don't feel well at all, and I'm going to kill Hank for leaving when he did, and I want a hug but I might break your arm if you tried,, but it is, perhaps, the most direct answer she can manage as her eyes glaze over slightly.

"I don't like this," she forces out, a moment later, and then there are nails digging into his flesh, not just fingers.

"I don't like this," from someone who has had her skeleton ripped out, could be anything from, "Labor is kicking in," to, "I think I'm about to literally split in two, possibly due to someone from another dimension messing with the damned timelines again, and given things, it's probably another me."

Most of it is panic, not pain.

The problem is, well.

Panic tends to increase pain. Rather a lot.

Date: 2011-10-07 12:59 am (UTC)
prydeful: (Don't Fuck With Me)
From: [personal profile] prydeful
"Meep," she does not say, because that's not actually a word. Or one that Big Girls use, even if it is.

But a general noise that means, really, "Oh, hey, high up now, oooh, not good for stomach," may be made.

"...I think I know why I didn't get morning sickness. It was all waiting to hit at once," she manages, "and I don't want to go to Milliways. Do you realize the ridiculousness of going to Milliways? Ridiculous. Ridiculousness? Ridiculosity? Stupidity. It is a plan that involves going to the end of the universe to a giant bar to give birth. ...How can we know so many people with letters after their names and yet there's no one to deliver this stupid baby in our own timeline and planet?"

Her rant is interrupted by her face twisting.

And then, "...Honey? Bathroom. Now. Run."

Date: 2011-10-07 01:29 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] prydeful
"You're not helping," comes a voice from floor-level, one that sounds rather unhappy.

"At all. For the record. Why does Daddy have only one arm, she'll ask me, and I'll answer that it's because I had to rip the other off to beat him senseless with it. And yes, how very interesting a story that will--oh God."

Which may be why there is silence for a few minutes, except for the periodic wince-inducing sound.

And then Kate, after having sat for a moment with cool tile against the back of her neck, blinks.

"Don't contractions normally get closer? And not, well. Stop?"

Date: 2011-10-07 03:17 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] prydeful
"Oh. Joy." Her tone can become more dry, but only slightly so.

She sits for another moment, the fading panic being replaced by boredom.

"Good thing I didn't freak out when they started, then, or we'd have been at Milliways...a longer period of useless time. Don't look at me like that. I didn't deliberately not come get you. This doesn't come with an instruction manual. The whole thing feels weird, how am I to know one weird from another?" Given the fact that their doctor skipped town.

Well. There is another doctor who is totally capable of delivering the baby there. Technically.

Said doctor is even very familiar with Rasputin DNA, which, on the one hand, would make her a great choice.

It's the way she became familiar with Rasputin DNA that means that Kate has never, and will never, suggest this alternative.

She can do it on her own, if it comes to that, thank you very much.

After another moment, she shrugs, and looks up at Piotr. (Well, Up and up, a bit. Stupid tall Russians.) "Bored now. Hand me my toothbrush? My mouth tastes like Bobby's cooking."
Edited Date: 2011-10-07 03:27 am (UTC)

Date: 2011-10-14 12:48 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] prydeful
"Mmph," she answers unhappily, and finishes eliminating the sour taste before she sighs and rests her head on the very comfortable boyfriend shoulder next to her.

"...Not really. Except this kid is such a Rasputin, I'm sure she's going to decide she's ready to be born when we least expect it." She relaxes for the moment anyway, shifting slightly and closing her eyes. "Mm. You're going to hover, aren't you, no matter what I say?" It is, probably, a question she knows the answer to, as she asks, a little more softly, "Will it make you feel better?" in Russian, one hand reaching over to squeeze one of his.

(The problem she is not going to say: Simon's experience with mutants, anyway, is limited to...mostly the two of them, and with mutants birth to nil. And the baby's DNA is still, well, off, in some way. Not wrong. Never wrong, come what may.

But. Something is different. They know that.)

Date: 2011-10-14 01:04 am (UTC)
prydeful: (Sweet and Innocent)
From: [personal profile] prydeful
She snorts, a bit, at that.

She also smiles, though, a bit more, and enjoys his comfort for a moment before murmuring, "Why do you put up with me? I've got to drive you crazy. And I am far from the hottest X-Lady about. Or the sanest. Most people don't threaten to break bones to say I love you. And there was the whole age gap deal where I tried to regularly molest you. And yet, you're still here next to me. Even when we weren't us, we were us. And you were there."

Except, well. When he wasn't.

"I can trace it, you know. One decision leads from another, all the way back. And without you, there'd be no me. Not like this. Not at all. You're too wrapped up in too much of it. Stupid jerk."

Which, like as you wish, may sometimes mean, I love you, and sometimes rambling isn't really rambling. It's sharing thoughts as they come, because until you share them with someone--or at least a particular someone--they're just that, thoughts. They don't have any meaning to you until they're shared with that some one else, too.

"...Tell me something, first, da? If your mother were here, would she be happy? Or would she be upset we weren't married or something?"

Date: 2011-10-14 01:11 am (UTC)
prydeful: (Almost angelic but not quite)
From: [personal profile] prydeful
She's smiling, a little, and moves her head for a moment to whisper, "Your mama once told me she worried for my hips as Rasputins can have big heads. Your mama either knew very much how things were ending up, or assumed we were already sleeping together. Just to make your head hurt. It made mine. I'll spare you how old I was when she made that comment. But if my father had overheard," and there is wistfulness, there, because that death is not so old, yet, and Genosha seems to keep a grip on mutants and call them back every so often, "you'd have been running very, very fast. Not even Quicksilver could've kept up."

She is so very kind.

She also had to deal with the embarrassment at the time, so it may come out some day yet.

And she is silent, for a moment more, before murmuring, "Get me my cedar box from under the bed, da?"

She may feel some better, but she doesn't want to get up yet.

Date: 2011-10-14 01:20 am (UTC)
prydeful: (Serene)
From: [personal profile] prydeful
"Well," Kate says calmly. "That or she was resigned to being a young grandmother. Wise woman, your mama. See, you should have given in to my seductions then. I'm sure my father would have understood."

She does have a poker face--but even she's grinning by the end of it. "I liked your mama," she adds, quietly, looking down at her hands. She still is, when he comes back, and she adds, just as softly, "Daddy absolutely hated you. Sorry, but. Can't blame him. Because he knew exactly how much I loved you. But the last time I saw him in Genosha--"

She had come back, and cut her hair, and the kisses they'd shared, she and Piotr, before she left, had not been talked about. And again, they'd waited.

And she swallows, once, before saying softly, "He asked me when I was going to stop being so afraid of you. Or you and me, I guess. It was part of why we argued so much. He was...different. Genosha was good to him. For him. " She breathes, and looks over at Piotr, taking the box from his hands. "I have footage. I hacked it from the cameras," she adds, looking through the box slowly and taking things--keepsakes--carefully out. "He was looking in one, while trying to shelter some children. And he just said, over and over, 'I love you, Kitty. Make me proud.'' She's silent, taking out some old drawings--from a very young girl named Rasputin, that she drew while she was sick, and sighs as she finally spots what she was looking for, begins to unwrap the silk around it. "I think Daddy would be proud. I think...I think he wouldn't have asked what he did if he still loathed you." And her lip twitches, as she pulls out some dried flowers and a garter, her raised eyebrow saying, Recognize these? when she glances over at him. "At least, not as much."

And she looks at him still, biting her lip. "I would not want your mama to scold you, Piotr."

Date: 2011-10-14 01:58 am (UTC)
prydeful: (sumi-e)
From: [personal profile] prydeful
She sighs after a moment, mildly exasperated.

And gently, almost idly, pulls the garter back on one finger and flings it, so it lands in his lap.

And just fiddles with dried flowers.

"Well. Knowing I kept it might have implied...things. That I wasn't sure you wanted implied."

Yes. That's totally it. And also coherent. And complete. Yes.

Date: 2011-10-14 02:35 am (UTC)
prydeful: (Don't cry where they can see you)
From: [personal profile] prydeful
She's trying.

It's harder than anything else, though, is the thing. Give her the Skrull anyday.

This? This is scary.

"Yeah, but. See. Sometimes...I don't want to have to be," she manages, and is looking at her nails again.

"Are you going to make me have to be again, Piotr?" You killed yourself. I scattered your ashes. Once was more than enough.

Date: 2011-10-14 02:49 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] prydeful
The kiss is deep and long and slow.

When it breaks, she just rests her forehead against his and murmurs, "You didn't have a ring."

Date: 2011-10-19 12:20 am (UTC)
prydeful: (Almost shy.  Almost.)
From: [personal profile] prydeful
Her eyes are very serious as they scan his face, like she'll find something important hidden there.


Date: 2011-10-19 12:41 am (UTC)
prydeful: (Thinking)
From: [personal profile] prydeful
Her smile is slow to come, and wide when it's there.

And her mouth is soft, and loving.

When she pulls away, it's to rest her forehead against his, to smile and stare in his eyes. "Don't suppose you have it on you?"

Date: 2011-10-19 12:48 am (UTC)
prydeful: (*facepalm*)
From: [personal profile] prydeful
She sighs and does the only thing she can.

See icon.

"Well." Wryly, after a moment, as she starts to collect the various items and put them back in her box. "That's...good planning. I guess."

Wryly, and a little amusedly.

"--Are we thinking about the same bar, though?"

Date: 2011-10-19 01:00 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] prydeful
"Touche." She sighs and shifts, uncomfortably, her stomach seeming to somehow always be in the way.

"I guess it's good to...know. That it's there, I mean. Just in case." Something like that, sure.

Her hand finds his after a moment, squeezes.

"If you'll feel better with us in Milliways, we can go. But we're packing first this time."

Date: 2011-10-19 01:36 am (UTC)
prydeful: (Thinking)
From: [personal profile] prydeful
"Utopia is...not really a nursery," she says softly. "I thought--maybe we'd stay there. Until she is strong. I will not--I won't phase," away, "until she is strong, anyway."

Date: 2011-11-21 03:01 am (UTC)
prydeful: (Thinking)
From: [personal profile] prydeful
"...She's our daughter. And," and that's a little quieter, "we still don't know what that flux in her DNA means. I'm not sure the trouble will wait that long, hon."

She sighs, then, and makes a face. "Help me up, and help me pack?" She glances at him slightly sideways. "And once we're in the bar, you might want to keep that ring on you. It's much safer that way."


Date: 2011-11-21 03:18 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] prydeful
(Kate is shocked by this.)

"I'm going to have to get used to walking more," she says dryly, "with her around. I'm betting you're going to want to carry her, and I'm sure she's going to want you to do so."

The kick to her stomach makes her laugh, as the timing may be random, but it's still funny.

"All right, I'll get clothes, you get the other stuff. Including my laptop and the bag I packed for labor?" Amusements, in a way; a zen water painting board; a miniature sand garden; music; throwing knives and a target board.

...Well, it is still Kate.

Date: 2011-11-21 03:50 am (UTC)
prydeful: (Little bit shifty.  Little bit confused.)
From: [personal profile] prydeful
This is easy to do, and, it must be said, requires less moving around; the bag can stay next to the bureau while she opens and closes drawers.

She catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror when she straightens from zipping the case shut, though, and pauses, staring intently at the woman there.

"Do you think I should get my tattoo removed?" she asks Piotr when she's caught his eye, though she's frowning at the mirror again after that.

She's many piercings, but she rarely wears anything but one, maybe two pairs of earrings; that's more common sense, now that she's back with the X-Men, than anything else, though. And since they started trying to have a baby, a maternity navel ring was required, and she barely gives it thought.

But she's never once thought about her tattoo, never even told Piotr what it means or why she got it, because it's so much a part of her now--and suddenly she's realized she's going to have a baby, and wonders if it's weird. (And doesn't admit to herself that it comes down to what she thinks her own mother would think of it. Not even in her own mind.)

Date: 2011-11-21 04:07 am (UTC)
prydeful: (Dragon Lady)
From: [personal profile] prydeful

"I don't know." It's a little sheepish, and she looks over at him with a shrug. "It--is it weird? Suddenly it feels weird. I think I'm having another attack of, 'oh my God I'm going to be a MOM,' except this time I'm..." She stops, and tires to find the words, frowning.

"...You're...better, I think, or going to be all of this, or--or the way people think of doing this as normal--than I am. And I just...I guess I saw it and tried to picture my mother having one, and I...felt like I was one more step from--from something. Mom-like." She makes a face at the words as they come out of her mouth, because it's not really what she means, but--she doesn't have the words for what she does mean.

And it's closer than she wants to admit, anyway.

Date: 2011-11-21 04:23 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] prydeful
She relaxes at that and goes to wrap her arm around him best she can, head resting on his chest.

"You're biased as hell. And I love you," she murmurs, smiling. And admits, closing her eyes, "I got it because of you. Because I missed you. So it's good to know that you at least think it's pretty. Though I am sure you could have designed a better one," she adds, wryly.

Date: 2011-11-27 10:43 am (UTC)
prydeful: (Dragon Lady)
From: [personal profile] prydeful
"Mmm, now that idea I might get used to." She grins. "Do I get to design one for you?"

If Piotr fears, well, Kate's...not the artist, to be fair, out of the two of them.

You don't need to be, with many tattoos--and yet.

"And if you ever figure out why I got this for you, I'll give you a prize," she adds, gesturing at her arm.


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