𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒴𝑜𝓊 || Scott Summers

𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍

a/n: in honor of james marsden returning to marvel, here's a filler of scott being the dad and husband he was destined to be

~Eight months later~

"Alex, look at Dada shooting the plates auntie Jeanie throws at him... That could be you someday!"

"Don't give him ideas, honey." Scott said, shooting down the plates as Alex crawled to him. "Hey, buddy! What's going on?"

"And I think that's my cue to stop target practice." Jean chuckled and levitated Alex into Scott's arms. "He's getting so big."

"I know... I could have a million of him. After the newborn trenches, he's been so good." I smiled. "Though he does throw tantrums when Dad doesn't pick him up straight away."

"You birthed him, Scott helped make him and yet Logan's the favorite?"

"Ironic, ain't it?"

"Careful, little guy. Don't want to accidentally blast Auntie Jeanie into next week." Scott huffed a laugh, adjusting Alex in his arms as the baby reached for his visor. "Okay, let's not mess with Dad's visor, okay? He doesn't have cool powers like you do so he needs to wear this to act cool."

"Oh, is that why you wear it? I thought it was just a fashion statement." Jean smirked.

"Ha ha." He bounced Alex slightly, earning a giggle from the baby. "You're lucky Auntie Jeanie has a sense of humor."

Alex babbled something unintelligible and then his tiny hands sparked with energy just for a second.

"He's getting stronger every day, isn't he?"

"He's been doing it in his sleep too, but it never lasts for more than a second." I hummed, watching as Alex clapped his hands, seemingly delighted by the little burst of power. "It's like his body is testing the waters still."

Alex cooed again and suddenly yawned, resting his tiny head against Scott's chest.

"Guess all that excitement wore him out," I murmured, reaching out to stroke his cheek.

"Well, being the most powerful baby in the world has to be exhausting." Scott smiled down at Alex, his hand instinctively cradling the back of the baby's head.

"I'll leave you to it." Jean whispered, patting my shoulder before walking away.

"You know," Scott said quietly, his gaze fixed on Alex, "sometimes I can't believe how lucky we are."

"He's perfect, ain't he? Makes me think about having another one soon." I nodded, a gentle smile tugging at my lips.

"Another one? You sure about that? Because the whole 'newborn trenches' thing? Wasn't exactly a walk in the park."

"Yeah, I know. But look at him. He's already so much fun. I can't imagine not having another little one to spoil... And it'd be fun to have Alex grow up with a sibling who understands him, just like you and your brother did."

"I did say that I wanted two kids..."

"Your fault for planting that idea in my head, Slim."

"Can't we just... wait a while? Let us enjoy this without the newborn trenches again." He pleaded and I laughed. "Lyla, I'm traumatized by his lung capacity in the middle of the night when he had colic. I need time before I can go through that again."