𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒴𝑜𝓊 || Scott Summers

𝙲𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚞𝚙𝚜

~Five months later~

"Alex, slow down! I'm not as fast as I used to be!"

"Alright, I've got you." Scott laughed, scooping up Alex with ease. "Why were you running from your mom, huh?"

"Nap time and the little gremlin is faster than I thought." I said, brushing a few loose strands of hair from my face as I finally caught up, hands on my hips. "He's been dodging me all afternoon like we're in a Danger Room sim... Little man knows I'm getting too pregnant to catch up."

"He's smart," Scott said, bouncing Alex lightly on his hip as he reached for his visor. "Too smart. I'm starting to think he's reading our minds already."

"Boom eyes!" Alex giggled and smushed his chubby hand against Scott's visor.

"Hey, hey! Easy there, Lex," He chuckled, carefully pulling Alex's hand away from the visor. "We've told you what happens when you try to remove my visor."

"Boom eyes!" Alex repeated, laughing, reaching again. "Boom!"

"Were you ever like this with Logan's claws?"

"Not that I know of. Dad used to hide his mutation until mine triggered," I shrugged, gently stroking Alex's hair. "And I learned pretty quick to not mess with those claws even though they were bone at the time."

"Mhm, I bet," Scott looked down at Alex, who was starting to slump against his shoulder. "You running on fumes now, little man?"

"Nooooo," Alex mumbled, rubbing his eyes. "Not sweepy..."

"Right," I said, smiling softly as I stepped closer, resting a hand on Scott's arm. "Not sleepy at all. Just heavy-lidded and limp like a noodle."

"I'll walk him around outside," Scott said quietly. "He'll be out in five minutes."

"You're a saint," I said, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

Scott smiled at the kiss, turning his head slightly so their foreheads touched for a moment.

"You're the one growing a whole new person and wrangling the one we've already got," he murmured. "You're the saint."

"Flatter me like that again and I might just let you name this one," I teased, pulling back with a raised brow.

"Don't tempt me," he grinned. "You feeling okay? No residues or anything?"

"Just the eyes and the claws glowing, but nothing else."

"And the baby?"

"She feels okay. Better than when I was pregnant with Alex actually."

"She?" Scott raised an eyebrow. "You're sure it's a girl?"

"I mean... no," I admitted, smoothing my hand over the curve of my belly. "Not officially. But I feel like it is. Same instinct that told me Alex would come out looking exactly like you but with my sass."

"Oh, great," Scott said with a mock-groan. "So I'm getting another one of you, but smaller and with twice the attitude?"

"Don't act like you're not excited," I smirked. "You were telling Storm that you hoped it was a girl."

Scott chuckled, shifting Alex a little higher on his shoulder as the boy gave a tiny yawn.

"Okay, I might have said that," he admitted. "But only because I already have a mini-me. Seems fair you should get one too."