Vanish | Charles Xavier [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter Twenty-One | Rockabye Baby

December, 1973

"Horticulturalists work with plants, applying their knowledge to fruits, vegetables, ornamentals, and non-food crops to maximize their health or growth. Terrarium, a sealed globe for smaller land animals, especially reptiles, amphibians, or terrestrial invertebrates, and occasionally plant life, typically in the form of a glass-fronted case." Rose finished writing everything that she said, a shorter summary, and then turned around to face her students, who were obviously not following what she was saying. "Your assignment is to make a terrarium of your own, my little horticulturalist. Make your own little natural homes and please write everything inside. There are books for your studies and materials to build it. We will be working on it, go ahead on designing them. Class dismissed."

"Bye Mrs. X," some of them stated while walking out the the classroom. It was the shorter version of Mrs. Xavier, and sometimes they would say Mrs, she had grown to like being called Mrs. X. She was taking over the science class and making it her own way for the younger kids. She wanted to help them learn and express creativity. Hank was against the idea and believed that it should be more factual and she could possibly teach art or music if that was her view. But Charles loved her enthusiasm for her curriculum plan. So Hank taught the older student his way. But her students loved her.

"Have a good day, see you all tomorrow."

She started to clean her desk. She was finding it increasingly harder to move since she nine months pregnant with her and Charles's first child.

She was having a lot of discomforts: Braxton Hicks contractions, pelvic pressure, and difficulty sleeping. So she was trying to restrict her amount of movement.

"One more week, baby. One more week. I can do this."

"I hope after nine months you are," a British voice stated from behind her. She turned around and smiled lovingly at her husband that was wheeling himself inside to see her husband. "Because this is something I cannot do for you, my love."

"I can," she insisted. "Just really uncomfortable and tired of standing up. I need to take a seat."

He patted down on his lap and she sat down on his lap. He wrapped his arms around her and rested his head on her shoulder. He placed a hand on her belly. The greatest moment of his life (that somehow replaced his wedding) was able to hear into the child's mind. At seven months, it could process sounds and sights. It was marvelous. His favorite thing was to try and go into its mind. He didn't know the gender, of which Rose wanted to be a surprise.

So they waited. They were yet to think of names. Of course there were many decisions and suggestions they had heard or come to. They had been married for three years, and it all finally got everything placed together. They had the perfect set up for their family. Rose wanted to have two children, and now she was finally getting ready to have her baby with no further complications. But she was actually dying on the inside to find out what the gender of the baby was. But she wasn't allowed to, because when she said she wanted it to be a surprise (she instantly regretted it) and when Charles agreed with her. It was settled.

Rose actually believed that Charles could find out the baby's gender from reading its mind.

"I just can't wait to meet her?" She hinted, no so subtly.

"Her who?" He questioned.

"Or maybe a him?"

He shook his head, "love, for the last time, I do not know the gender of the baby. It's not smart enough to be able to know the difference between a boy or girl."

"Come on," she begged.

"Can't you wait a week, and then you'll see him or her when get to hold her or him. Can you wait that long?"