She may have been a bit more tensed than she realized till she relaxes at that, looking up at him and smiling.
"...Hey. You. Get a chair. You're too tall still." It's a little scolding, as she leans back in the chair. "I'll get a crick in my neck. And then have to beg many more hours of massage from you."
Which she totally won't do anyway. No.
"...She's fine. I know she's fine, I can read enough to know she's fine. For all I know, it could just be because of my mutant gene, too. I'm just." Kate pauses and then sighs and rubs her face as she looks at the screen.
"I don't know what I am. It's niggling at my brain, and I don't know why. I hate that."
Like he doesn't know this.
She closes the laptop, though, when Piotr sits on the bed, and proceeds to move the few steps it takes her to curl up in his lap and wrap his arms around her, deliberately setting one of his hands on her stomach.
(She had, of all things--one she didn't think of till Hank told her--to get a maternity belly-button ring. It itches. She insists that it itches, though Hank says that she's imagining it. But somehow, she feels weird and entirely too maternal at the thought of just taking it out.)
"Or maybe," she admits with a sigh, "I'm just waiting for the other shoe to drop still. Which is not what I should be doing. I should be poking you about the fact that now we still have to pick out a first and middle name. And yes. She gets a middle name, traditional or not. She can still be Petrovna too. And again with the hating of us when she has to learn how to spell the entire thing."
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Date: 2010-09-16 04:36 am (UTC)"...Hey. You. Get a chair. You're too tall still." It's a little scolding, as she leans back in the chair. "I'll get a crick in my neck. And then have to beg many more hours of massage from you."
Which she totally won't do anyway. No.
"...She's fine. I know she's fine, I can read enough to know she's fine. For all I know, it could just be because of my mutant gene, too. I'm just." Kate pauses and then sighs and rubs her face as she looks at the screen.
"I don't know what I am. It's niggling at my brain, and I don't know why. I hate that."
Like he doesn't know this.
She closes the laptop, though, when Piotr sits on the bed, and proceeds to move the few steps it takes her to curl up in his lap and wrap his arms around her, deliberately setting one of his hands on her stomach.
(She had, of all things--one she didn't think of till Hank told her--to get a maternity belly-button ring. It itches. She insists that it itches, though Hank says that she's imagining it. But somehow, she feels weird and entirely too maternal at the thought of just taking it out.)
"Or maybe," she admits with a sigh, "I'm just waiting for the other shoe to drop still. Which is not what I should be doing. I should be poking you about the fact that now we still have to pick out a first and middle name. And yes. She gets a middle name, traditional or not. She can still be Petrovna too. And again with the hating of us when she has to learn how to spell the entire thing."
Beat.
"I guess we don't have to put Pryde in, though."