X-Men Oneshots

A New Beginning (Scott Summers)

I paced the length of our bedroom, my heart racing and my thoughts swirling in a chaotic mess. I couldn't quite believe it, even though the evidence was right there in front of me. The pregnancy test lay on the bed, glaringly positive, like it had been the first three times. I'd taken four tests just to be sure, each one with the same outcome: two bright pink lines that promised my life was about to change forever.

I pressed a hand to my stomach, trying to comprehend the tiny life that was growing inside me. I was pregnant. Scott and I were going to have a baby. A wave of emotion swept over me—joy, fear, excitement, and the terrifying unknown all crashing into each other, leaving me dizzy. How was I going to tell him? What would he say? Would he be happy, or would he be scared like I was?

Scott was always the practical one, the planner. He liked having control, knowing what was coming next. This wasn't something we had planned for, not yet. We'd talked about having kids someday, in the vague, far-off future, but now that future was here, staring me in the face, real and undeniable.

I heard the front door open, followed by the sound of Scott's boots on the hardwood floor. Panic flared in my chest. He was home. There was no more time to think, no more time to prepare. I needed to tell him. I wanted to tell him. But the words caught in my throat as he stepped into the bedroom, looking at me with that soft, loving smile that always made my heart flutter.

"Hey," he said, his voice warm and affectionate. He tossed his keys onto the dresser and walked over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me close. "How's my favorite girl?"

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. I looked up into his eyes, the familiar red lenses of his glasses catching the light. How did I tell him something that would change everything?

"Scott," I began, my voice shaky. He immediately noticed the tension in my posture, his smile fading as concern replaced the joy in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" he asked, his hands gently squeezing my waist, grounding me with his touch. "You're scaring me, Y/N."

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "I... I have something to tell you," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "Something big."

He frowned, his brows drawing together in worry. "What is it? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I said quickly, reassuring him. "It's not that. I'm... I'm pregnant, Scott."

The words hung in the air between us, heavy and full of meaning. For a moment, there was only silence. Scott's eyes widened, his hands loosening their grip on my waist as he took a small step back, staring at me as if he wasn't sure he'd heard me right.

"Pregnant?" he echoed, his voice a whisper, as if saying it aloud would make it more real.

I nodded, feeling tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. "I took four tests. They all said the same thing. I'm pregnant. We're going to have a baby."

Scott's mouth opened and closed, and for a second, he just stood there, processing. I could see the emotions flickering across his face—surprise, disbelief, fear, and then, slowly, something else. Something warmer. He looked down at my stomach, his hand reaching out as if to touch it but stopping just short.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly, his voice trembling. "How do you feel?"

I let out a shaky laugh, wiping away a tear that had escaped down my cheek. "Scared. Happy. Overwhelmed. I don't know. A little bit of everything. How do you feel?"

He finally closed the distance between us, his hand resting gently on my stomach, covering the space where our baby was growing. His eyes met mine, and I saw the shift, the change from fear to something beautiful and pure.

"I... I don't know what to say," he admitted, his voice cracking. "I'm scared too. But... I'm happy, Y/N. So happy. I can't believe it. We're going to have a baby."

A sob escaped my lips, and I threw my arms around his neck, burying my face in his shoulder. Relief washed over me as his arms wrapped around me, holding me tight, like he was afraid to let go.

"We're going to be parents," I whispered against his skin, my voice filled with awe.

Scott pulled back just enough to look at me, his hands framing my face. "We can do this," he said firmly, his voice filled with a newfound confidence. "We can handle this. We'll figure it out, just like we always do. Together."

I nodded, feeling the weight of my fears start to lift, replaced by a warm, hopeful light. "Together," I repeated, leaning in to kiss him.

His lips met mine, soft and sweet, filled with all the love and promise we'd always shared. I felt the baby between us, the connection that was already growing, binding us together in a way that was deeper and more profound than I'd ever imagined.

When we finally pulled away, Scott rested his forehead against mine, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on my back. "I love you," he said softly. "More than anything. You and our baby."

"I love you too," I whispered, a smile breaking through the tears. "We're going to be okay."

He nodded, his arms tightening around me. "Yeah, we are. More than okay."