Surprisingly, she's silent, and for more than a few seconds, after that, before she says softly, "It's more than one syllable," and admits to a lot with that.
The baby first, she said--but they didn't think it would take so long.
She's had a lot of time to think.
The baby first, yes--but she's been thinking, a bit, about what comes second.
Especially after her conversation with Logan.
It takes Kate a moment to realize she's fisted a hand around part of Piotr's shirt and is holding him comfortably closer than even just resting against him--and it feels right.
I'm sorry for the time I wasted. I'm sorry for the time you did, too.
"Besides. It's the Rasputin family. And it's not like Pryde was my family's original name, anyway." It's not her normal babble, with her voice too soft and slow and her mind on other things more than what she's saying.
Except, maybe, that what she's thinking a lot is the Rasputin Family.
The baby first, she reminds herself.
"We...don't need the Pryde. It's okay," she says finally, and smoothes her hand slowly over his shirt where she'd been clutching it, watching the fabric react to her touch.
"It's a little shorter, anyway."
But it isn't, really, about the one syllable at all. And she knows he knows that.
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Date: 2010-09-16 06:03 am (UTC)The baby first, she said--but they didn't think it would take so long.
She's had a lot of time to think.
The baby first, yes--but she's been thinking, a bit, about what comes second.
Especially after her conversation with Logan.
It takes Kate a moment to realize she's fisted a hand around part of Piotr's shirt and is holding him comfortably closer than even just resting against him--and it feels right.
I'm sorry for the time I wasted. I'm sorry for the time you did, too.
"Besides. It's the Rasputin family. And it's not like Pryde was my family's original name, anyway." It's not her normal babble, with her voice too soft and slow and her mind on other things more than what she's saying.
Except, maybe, that what she's thinking a lot is the Rasputin Family.
The baby first, she reminds herself.
"We...don't need the Pryde. It's okay," she says finally, and smoothes her hand slowly over his shirt where she'd been clutching it, watching the fabric react to her touch.
"It's a little shorter, anyway."
But it isn't, really, about the one syllable at all. And she knows he knows that.