If Yesterday Was Tomorrow [ X-Men ]

Chapter Twenty-Six

Victor woke up when he felt a weight beside him on the bed. His eyes fluttered open to see Azazel sitting by him, Kurt in his arms. Victor yawned and sat up beside Azazel. It seemed like Kurt was refusing to go to sleep.

"Take him," whispered tiredly Azazel. He handed Victor the child, who whined and closed his fists. Victor held Kurt tight to his chest, hoping that his cries would dim and let them sleep for a bit. It wasn't even just the parents that got tired- Kurt looked like he was simply crying because he was so tired.

"Come on, little guy," murmured the young man to the baby. "Let's let your papa sleep."

He patted Kurt's head and left the bedroom. He heard Azazel let himself fall down loudly on the bed without even taking off his clothes. Victor yawned. Was it really already two o'clock? He could've sworn he had slept for only a second.

Well, it was to be expected. Kurt hadn't been sleeping well at all in the last week and a half. He usually slept well during his daytime naps, but it was hell at nighttime. Victor and Azazel often relayed each other during the night so that they could get a small bit of sleep to face the next day. However, in the last days, the only moment they had of complete peace was when Kurt took a nap. Usually, Azazel or Victor slept at his side, if not both, as they tried to catch up on the hours of sleep they'd lost.

Victor hadn't quite been prepared for this. When in the Hellfire Club, they very often stayed out late till the early hours of the next morning. However, they always slept very late the next day and rarely were sleep deprived. It happened occasionally of course, during tense situations, but often he'd been alright.

Now, it was harder, because little Kurt demanded all of their attention. Sure, they could sleep a bit, but it left them always tired. It wasn't very easy to fall asleep when your son is wailing in the other room.

Yet, Victor knew that Azazel would have no problem falling asleep tonight. He was terribly tired. The young mutant walked to the living room, humming softly a song he couldn't remember the title of to Kurt. The child cried and wiggled in his arms.

"Full of energy, aren't you, Kurt?" he whispered. Kurt closed his eyes with force and let out an angry cry.

"Now, now..."

Victor spun around himself, trying to find a rhythm that would sooth Kurt's mood. He hummed a lullaby he knew that Kurt enjoyed.

"I know you're tired," he whispered softly. "We all are. That's why we got to sleep!"

The child hiccupped then breathed out silently.

"There you go, you can go to sleep now. Everything will be alright."

As if he'd understood his words, Kurt calmed down. Victor hugged him softly. His little hands relaxed and his breathing got regular.

Well, that was easy, thought Victor. Little Kurt had burned out all of his energy crying in Azazel's arms. Victor leaned down and placed a kiss on the baby's head.

"Sweet dreams," he whispered.

The young man smiled. He'd be able to go right back to sleep. He sent a last glance at the living room before he left in direction of the bedroom.

Truly, settling down in the small village had been one of Victor's best decisions. He loved it. He loved having a peaceful, ordinary life away from the fighting. Months had flown by before he even realized it. It was simply too beautiful a life. He had Azazel by his side, Kurt, the most adorable child of all time, a nice house and job. What could he possibly wish for more?