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Lovebirds

(Gambit wants to surprise Shadow with something, but he needs a little help and advice from a friend first. If he can stop being a nuisance for five minutes...)

"Ah, jus' th' lady Gambit were lookin' for..." Miranda looked up from her sketchbook to fix him with the only look one could give an uninvited, crooning Cajun as he slowly scaled down the Mansion's ivy-covered wall towards her.

Unimpressed.

"What do you want, Gambit?" She asked, her calm voice already bored, with a tinge of annoyance.

"Can't Gambit come to check you, Fifolet?" He asked sweetly. "Make sure you ain't gettin' stolen away by th' elves?"

The way Miranda's green gaze sharpened into a glare was almost enough to put Scott's eyes to shame. He had to give her credit though; she didn't blush this time.

"Let me guess, you're only here because Beast chucked you out of the lab for bothering Shadow?"

"No, actually, not dis time." A flash of red made Gambit glance to his left - a bright red cardinal had landed on a nearby bush, its beady eye staring at them warily, and reminding Gambit exactly why he'd come here. "Heard some rumours 'round th' Mansion dat you be th' lady to go to if we wanna know 'bout birds."

"I know a bit." Miranda said, her gaze following his to the cardinal. It bobbed, but didn't spook, despite the two pairs of eyes on it. "Depends what you want to know." Her eyes shot back to him. "And why."

Gambit opened his mouth to make a smarmy comment, and then stopped. Thought better of it.

"Y' know dat Shadow ain't ever seen a hummingbird?" He asked, letting his tone soften.

"Neither have I. They're not exactly common over in Europe." Miranda said coolly, returning to her sketch.

An idea dropped into the back of Gambit's mind, and he kept his smirk to himself. She wasn't rising to his bait, but at least she hadn't told him to bugger off. Yet.

"Dat's a shame, Fifolet. Dey be pretty little things." He glanced back to the cardinal. "Flashier den dis."

"I know." Her pencil moved quickly, with expert strokes. Even in this early stage, Gambit could see the ghost of the bird in the lines. For a moment, he imagined having the skill to draw Shadow, how he would try to capture her within the lines.

He didn't realize he'd become distracted until Miranda put her pencil down and asked him: "Gambit, why are you asking about hummingbirds?"

Gambit blinked hard, going to shake himself until he remembered the bird she was drawing, and stayed still.

"Jus' wonderin' if ya knew 'bout dem, th' ones that live or pass through here," he said. He hesitated a moment, before deciding to take the gamble, and adding softly: "Like to show Shadow one, if I could. Rather not have to rope her brother into finding us a place, if I can help it."

He eyed Miranda carefully, hoping that she wouldn't use it to strike him between the ribs. Into retrospect, teasing her earlier might not have been the best decision he'd made.

To his relief, she just smiled softly, bright green eyes becoming distant as she thought.

"If I remember correctly, there aren't that many hummingbirds that come through here." Gambit's shoulders slumped. "But there's at least two that live or move through here around spring."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. The...Ruby-throated and...Rufous, I think? Might be a bit early for them, though." Miranda frowned. "If you got some nectar feeders, you might be able to get them to come to you, if they're in the area. If they're nearby."

"And I ain't ever seen hummingbirds 'round here." Gambit frowned. "Not dat we know any mutants dat can talk to animals nearby either."

Miranda tapped her pencil against her chin.

"Maybe talk to Ber? His scent in his bear form is almost as good as Logan's, and he does seem to know about animals roaming around. He always seems to know where raccoons are, anyway."

"Worth a shot." Gambit nodded. He glanced side-ways to her. "Thanks."

"Any time." Miranda smiled back at him.

Gambit slowly turned to walk off, before he paused, looking over his shoulder.

"Ya know, if we do be findin' some hummingbirds 'round here." He smiled slyly. "Maybe Gambit can tell you an' ya friend where best to see 'em."

The softness immediately dropped out of Miranda's expression as she gave him a deadpan stare back.

"Mind your own business, Gambit."

"Funny," Gambit's grin grew wide and sharkish, "dat's exactly what he said."

The Cajun quickly took his leave before she threw something at him.

---

"Where are we going, Gambit?" Shadow asked as they stepped outside.

"Somewhere, chère." He smiled back at her. "C'mon, I wanna show ya somethin'."

Hand-in-hand, Gambit led his lover to a more secluded part of the X-Mansion's grounds, on the border of the forest. Here, Storm had persuaded Professor Xavier to let it grow wild, and even after he'd left them, it was a bountiful patch of wilderness, filled with brightly coloured wildflowers and the insects that patriated them.

Shadow was utterly enchanted by the sight, her blue eyes brightening like sapphires held to the light. Even if his plan ultimately failed, it was worth it just to see her smile like this.

"This place is gorgeous..." She breathed, reaching out to delicately lift the star-pointed edge of a red, trumpet-shaped flower. "It's really out of the way - how'd you find out about it?"

"Heh, Storm knows she can trust Ol' Gambit wit her secrets." He replied, a smile playing over his lips. "'Specially when all he gonna do is show it to his chère." He gently tugged her closer by their joined hands, lowering his voice. "Now c'mere. Dere were a li'l somethin' else Gambit wanna show ya."

He guided her to a more cloistered spot, where a cluster of bushes budding with small white flowers grew, a small gap between them giving a clear view of the trumpet flowers and a nearby tree, to which Gambit had affixed a feeder to earlier.

He dropped to his knees, gesturing for the smaller mutant to follow suit.

"Come sit here, ma chère." He murmured. "Dose little birds won't see us in here if we be real quiet an' still."

"Little birds?" Asked Shadow quietly, letting Gambit gather her into his lap.

"Watch dose flowers from here, an' maybe you'll see." Gambit pointed in the direction of said flowers and feeder. He hoped that by hanging it there the day before (on Miranda's advice), the birds would have gotten used to it by now.

Waiting and sitting still wasn't really their forte, though; although they tried their best, the pair's constant need to move gnawed on their nerves. Shadow started to play with Gambit's hands in an effort to stave off her body's boredom, thoroughly examining every digit and its range of motion, as well as the dips and curves of his palms, even under his black fingerless gloves. He let her, utterly intrigued by her methodical handling - he couldn't feel the wispy fingers of her power reaching into him, but she seemed to be reading something into his body nonetheless.

Before he got the chance to ask her about it, there was a flash of movement. He froze, making Shadow look back up.

At first, nothing. Then, another quick flash of movement. Then another, before the tiny emerald green form of a bird solidified in front of the feeder, its wings a blur of motion.

Shadow gasped.

"Is that...?" She leant forward carefully, Gambit steadying her with hands firmly on her waist, trying to fight back his smile.

The bird, so small it would fit neatly into Shadow's palm, hovered in front of the yellow flower-shaped nectar spouts, dipping its long curved beak in to drink, tiny clawed feet reaching for a foothold. It found purchase on the rail built under the feeder body, and its wings stopped whirring, folding up neatly for an all-too brief rest.

Gambit glanced at Shadow's face, his heart almost doing a pirouette.

She was completely enraptured, like a child on Christmas day, all wide, bright eyes, lips parted in a silent gasp of surprised delight, an expression so open and innocent it made him want to kiss her senseless. She looked back at him, excitement making her hands scrunch up and shake.

"You never told me there were hummingbirds here!" She exclaimed, keeping her voice down so not to startle the feeding bird.

"Dey only passin' through here for th' spring." Gambit murmured, recalling Miranda's words. "Dey more common down Louisiana way, where I be from."

"Maybe one day you can take me down?" She mused. "Oh my God, they're so tiny! They remind me of wrens!"

Gambit didn't answer her question. Way too dangerous to take you down there, Shadow, even if I weren't as good as exiled. If Bella ever found out about you... He shook his head, dismissing the ugly thought. Too dour for this lovely moment.

A sudden commotion - another hummingbird tried to approach the feeder, only for the first to twitter furiously and chase it away, prompting the other to reply with its own wheezy notes.

"Feisty li'l things, ain't they?" Gambit said softly, sliding his arms around her narrow waist. "Dey remind me of someone..."

"Wonder who that could be." Shadow flashed him a lopsided smile.

"Mmmm..." He hummed, turning his head to bury his nose into her thick curly hair, smelling the faint traces of her shampoo, which reminded him of melons. "I wonder..."

He gently pulled her back against him, tracing his lips over the shell of her ear. Shadow's hands found his, interlacing their fingers together.

"Thank you for this, Remy." She whispered, as more hummingbirds started to appear, either jockeying for position at the feeder, or dipping in and out of the flowers nearby. "It's wonderful."

Gambit smiled warmly, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

"Any time, Shadow," he said softly. "Ain't nothin' I like more den seein' you smile."

She looked back to him then, all bright eyes and a blush glowing on her cheeks.

"And you too, big man." She turned her head enough to give him a tender kiss. "I'm so lucky to have you."

"As am I." Gambit rested his forehead against hers. "Je t'aime, mon ombre."

"Je t'aime aussi." Shadow replied, cupping his cheek and making his heart skip with joy. "I love you always."

"Always." He repeated, holding her close, the air full with the buzzing of hummingbird wings.

#sprs writing #x men #gambit #remy lebeau #x men oc: miranda #x men oc: shadow #oc/canon #shadow/gambit #fluff #romance #banter #otp: heart of the cards #remy is very soft for shadow your honour #he's trying to make it up to her

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shadowphoenixrider · 9 days ago

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Diagnostics

(Jean Grey has something she needs to speak to Shadow about, leading to new discoveries that'll test the medic's bedside manner.) (Beware: contains discussions of miscarriages. Care has been taken to accurately reflect medical topics, but information within is not medical advice. Please seek a proper ob-gynae consultation.)

Jean very rarely looks worried, and on those occasions when she is, it's usually for very good reason, and it's usually about Scott.

So when I came back to the Mansion after taking a stroll around the lake (Gambit's out shopping with Rogue, and the boys and Miranda are out at the movies), to see her waiting for me with a brave face on...well. It sharpens the mind.

"Jean, hey!" I greeted her tentatively. "Good to see you up. How are you feeling?"

Jean cracked a smile, small and hesitant.

"I'm a bit better. The nausea has taken a break for a little while." Her eyes flicked away for a second. "Would it be alright we talked in private?"

Trepidation coiled in the base of my stomach. I'd not been having good experiences with private conversations as of recent, and this was shaping up to be another. I felt the 'no' on the tip of my tongue, pushing insistently at the back of my lips - could I get just one day that wasn't ruined by something or other, please?!

I took a breath, tamping down the parts of me chafing at this turn of events, reminding myself that she wouldn't be asking if she wasn't concerned.

"Yeah, sure." I nodded. "We'll head down to my office."

It didn't take long to reach it, although the whole way my mind was buzzing - Jean's nausea had been almost constant, accompanied by occasional vomiting episodes. It had been first light-heartedly put down to Gambit's highly seasoned cooking and her inability to tolerate it, but it'd continued for a while. Food poisoning could take time to recover from, but something about this bugged me; it didn't add up.

Jean had been content to ride it out herself; Scott had asked both me and Hank to examine her to assuage his worries, but with Jean not wanting to bother us, our hands had been tied.

Until today, it seemed. I hoped it wasn't because it'd worsened.

I closed the door behind us, taking a moment to clear my mind and school my expression before turning to her. The former's hard to do when your patient's a telepath and can probably hear the radio chatter that counts as your internal monologue.

"What can I do for you, Jean?" I asked, mimicking the GPs I'd been to over the years.

"I need to show you something, Shadow," she said softly. As soon as I saw the shape of the test she pulled from her pocket, I knew what it meant, even before I saw the pair of bold blue lines.

I took a sharp breath in. Well, that was unexpected.

"I...see!" I managed, speaking slowly as I tried to clamp down on the rush of emotions that came through me. There were only ever two types of ways this news could be received, and I had to tread very carefully.

My heart began to pound with a fear of what I might be asked to do next. I swallowed hard.

Jean seemed calm, a slight smile on her face as she regarded me as she reached for my hand.

"I'd like you to check, if that's okay with you," she said.

I opened my mouth to foolishly point out that pregnancy tests tended to be pretty accurate, when my mind quickly reminded me of what else could cause a positive test, and I clicked my mouth back shut. I nodded.

"Sure." I gestured to a chair, going to grab my own. "I will say, I've never done this with a pregnant person before, so forgive me if I'm slow and a little tentative."

"That's quite alright." Jean smiled, sitting across from me and offering her hands for me to take. "I trust you."

"And you know I'm always right here if you need to talk to me." Her voice echoed gently in my head.

"Sure, of course." I replied in kind, hoping she got my words and not also the other random things bouncing around in there.

Closing my eyes, I tapped into my powers and reached towards Jean's cells, connecting and passing into them with that sudden 'lurch' I could never quite get used to. I felt her powers brush by me - a cool fog, inspecting my presence much how I inspected her cells - full of the usual noise, but much excited and urgent than I was used to. It was like I'd wandered onto a construction yard or maybe the middle of a beehive.

Regardless, I made my way down to the pelvic region and the uterus itself, taking a brief moment to quieten the neighbouring cell chatter so I could concentrate. I passed inside the organ with ease, and immediately felt that it was a hub of activity - the endometrium was full and thick, and within it, I felt a presence. Something small, but completely different to the cells around it.

I reached out carefully; it was a very early pregnancy, still so very fragile, and I didn't want to do anything that might cause the body to terminate it - at least, not yet.

The embryo was tiny, barely the size of a pea, but its cells were as loud as any newborn, feverishly at work as they began to form the shape that we would identify as a baby. I couldn't sense consciousness with my powers, so there was no way to tell if the proto-brain was processing anything - I doubted it, since everything was still forming, but I could feel the small lump that would grow into the heart. It was already pulsing.

"Jean." I 'spoke', trying to keep the rest of my mind quiet. "You're definitely pregnant."

There was no 'verbal' response, but I felt her emotions pass through me; excitement, relief, flashes of anxiety. I was...fairly sure I understood her, but I had to be sure:

"I presume you want to keep it?"

Her 'yes' came with a flood of emotions that would have pricked tears to the eyes of my unconscious body. Smiling internally, I decided to offer her something antenatal doctor could only dream of:

"Jean, connect with me a moment. Let me show you something."

Her powers flooded into me, and I opened my mind to her, letting her feel what I did - the heart of what could become her child, beating away. Life.

We stayed like this for what felt like a while, but it must have only been a couple of seconds before I felt Jean retreat from me, leaving behind an imprint of a smile. With that, I decided to pull back into my own body, leaving hers to its work.

Opening my eyes, I saw tears glistening in Jean's own, and I squeezed her hands gently.

"Congratulations." I said softly.

"Thank you." She smiled brightly, lifting a hand to rub at her eyes. I glanced around - I swore I'd stashed a tissue box in here somewhere. "Scott and I, we...Well. We weren't exactly trying for a baby..."

"But if one came up, then you wouldn't mind, yeah?" I finished for her, pulling out the slightly squashed box from the mound of stuff I'd piled in the corner (trapped in the eternal limbo of 'sorting out') and handing some of the tissues to her.

"Yes." She nodded, taking them gratefully to dab at her eyes. "It's just been so much with the Professor's absence, Bishop coming back, and the upcoming Dazzler concert, I'd completely forgotten-"

"It's okay, it happens to the best of us." I said in a hopefully reassuring way. Scott and Jean had always felt like a power couple, and Jean especially like a woman who had her shit together, so I felt at quite the disadvantage to offer her some words of comfort. Not to mention that she could probably read my inner anxieties like a book.

Didn't mean I wouldn't try, though, through an avenue I was much more adept at.

"The fetus seems to be healthy right now, from what I felt, but I'd hold off telling anyone other than Scott right now." I said lowly, making her look up.

"Why?"

Oh bollocks, this isn't reassuring at all, is it?

"It's still really early. It..." I took a breath, steeling myself as I began to dig myself a hole. "Miscarriages are common at this time. I think you're about six weeks along, so that's a good start, but..." I couldn't hold her eyes with my next words. "You could still lose the child. Won't be until twelve weeks that you're out of the danger zone."

I forced myself to look back at her; she deserved that much. Especially since worry and concern was written plain on her face. I wanted to kick myself for bringing this up, even as necessary as it was.

"Could you not do anything, if something happened?"

I swallowed hard. And shook my head.

"No. Besides not knowing what to do, I..." I wet my lips, choosing my next words with care. "Sometimes the body chooses to stop the pregnancy. Whether it detects something it doesn't like, or something goes wrong, it will end the pregnancy itself to protect you. I...I don't want to interfere with that."

"You wouldn't even try?" The hurt edge to Jean's tone cut deep, yet I endured it. My fault for venturing down here, anyway.

"I didn't say that - I would at least take a look. But very few cells carry a memory - interrogating them for the reason might be futile if I couldn't get to them as it was happening, and I might not be able to tell something was wrong until it was too late." Frowning, I desperately dredged my memory for anything regarding my ability to hear pain signals when it came to pregnancies. It came up empty. "I'm sorry."

Jean looked at her hands, clasped together in her lap, saying nothing. I felt like a monster. Yet...I didn't want to lie to her, give her a false hope that if something went wrong, I'd be able to save it.

Not that it didn't bother me. Memory of my failures with Professor Xavier still marred me deeply; they'd come around as nightmares every now and again. I'd been ill-equipped, unable to know how to treat brain injuries, forced to act as palliative care instead of the curative tool I usually was.

And here I was again, hands tied should the worse come to pass.

"Jean." She looked up at me. "Hank and I will look after you. Please don't think that because I won't be able to stop a miscarriage that I won't care for you and keep an eye on how things go. If I can stop it happening, I promise I will try. I just..." I glanced at my feet a moment. "I want you to be fully informed of the worst-case scenario."

"I...I understand that," she said, not looking at me. "You're just doing your job."

I stepped closer, reaching for her hands. She looked back up, surprised, and took them.

"I need you to know that whatever happens, it's not your fault." I stared deep into her eyes, opening my mind and heart up so the same emotion in my words resonated in my head. "It is never your fault. Sometimes bad things happen, or your body won't like something, and it will do something upsetting to protect you. Nothing about that is your fault. No-one will blame you. No-one should blame you." I straightened up. "And if someone does, I will make sure they never do it again, through any means necessary." A pause, lifting my eyebrow. "Although I think I'd have to get in line, if Scott doesn't blast them into the stratosphere first."

Her chuckle broke the tension, and I squeezed her hand. "I'm sorry I'm scaring you. Hank clearly has a better bedside manner than I do."

"It is a lot to take in all at once." She agreed. "But I appreciate what you're trying to do."

"Yeah, I just..." I shrugged helplessly. "Heard a lot of bad stories working at the hospital. Would prefer you to be prepared than not." A weak smile. "Guess I'm forgetting the most important part - congratulating you on your little one."

"Thank you, Shadow." She smiled. "And, thank you for letting me 'see' them."

"No problem. The least I could do for you." I smiled back, more than glad we were moving away from the previous dour topic. "Although they do look a little weird so early in the pregnancy."

"Yes. Almost like a little dinosaur with that tail." She mused, before smiling. "Any chance you know what they'll be?"

"Sex or mutant? Way too early to tell for the former, and the latter would require a more deep assessment of their genetics that requires quite a bit of concentration. They'd probably be amenable to me inspecting them since they're busy mitosing, but I don't want to risk upsetting anything so early." I explained. "If you come back to me after twelve or thirteen weeks, I'll be happy to take a look, if you want."

Jean frowned slightly, biting her lip.

"I'll think about it. It would be nice to get some warning either way..."

I raised an eyebrow, sensing her unease.

"But you're also worried that if you know, you'll end up trying to make them into something they're not?" I suggested.

"Maybe." She shook her head. "It's far too early to tell."

"Very true." I nodded. "We're too close to the now to really see the best way forward."

Jean gave me a look, getting to her feet.

"Have you been spending time with Bishop, at all?" She asked wryly.

"Hah! A little - he was a little stand-offish at first, but he did eventually let me heal those scrapes he had. I was a bit worried with his energy-absorption power, but apparently my power isn't 'energy' per say, so it was fine." I lifted a shoulder. "He's...kinda intimidating, even when he doesn't mean to be. I've never seen a man that makes Remy look small before."

"Bishop is a product of his time." Jean said. "Try not to judge him too harshly for his constant vigilance."

"I know, I know." I nodded. "I don't blame him for that. I'd be pretty peeved too with all that shit going on. I just hope that maybe being in a time that's less awful whilst he's getting his time-travel thingy repaired means he can actually take a breather for a bit."

"That was Scott and I's hope too." She agreed. "Things have been getting better for mutants of recent too." She laid a hand on her lower stomach. "Hopefully a better world for this one."

"Here's hoping." I smiled. I glanced up to the clock. "When's Scott supposed to be back?"

"He said he and the others were dealing with a sudden report of Friends of Humanity activity in warehouse in the city." Jean followed my gaze. "It shouldn't be long, now."

"Hopefully." I sighed. "Shame those idiots are still around. Maybe one day they'll get the hint and fuck off for good."

A distant rumble of familiar engines made our ears prick up.

"Huh! Speak of the devil, and the Blackbird comes flying in!" I chuckled, grinning at Jean. "Shall we go meet them?"

She smiled back, an excited sparkle in her eyes.

---

As the medic, waiting for the Blackbird was a usual duty of mine, yet I never got bored of seeing the sleek ship come into land.

Its fuselage of shiny blue-black and pointed shape gave it such an elegant appearance and a beauty that I knew if it were human, I'd fall head over heels for it. It always reminded me of the Concorde - an equally gorgeous supersonic aircraft that made its rounds to and from the US and my birth-home in the Isles.

Idly, I wondered who'd win in a race between them, before I remembered the Shi'ar technology built into the X-Jet. That was probably a bit of an unfair advantage.

The hiss of hydraulics broke me from my thoughts, and I spared a quick glance to an anxious Jean standing off to my left before looking over to the ramp. Jubilee bounced out first, eager and excited to talk about their mission, with Rogue not too far behind, keeping an eye on her. Wolverine came next, glowering a bit beneath his masked cowl - I heard the soft hum of his wounds, but they were patching quickly. Like its owner, his body did not like my attempts to help, so I made no move off my crate perch.

He paused at the bottom of the ramp, turning to say something to Storm as she appeared, and the gigantic mountain that was Bishop. He added something to the conversation, and I saw a slight smile pull on his face. It struck me right then that he was quite the handsome man, and I tried to fight down the blush before anyone saw it.

The last two were Cyclops and Gambit, the former clearly trying to tell the latter off for something. Whatever it was immediately fell on deaf ears when those gorgeous dark eyes locked onto me, and my heart headbutted my sternum. And tight heat curled lower in me at the grin that spread across his lips.

However, Gambit first leant over to Scott to whisper something in his ear, and from where the Cajun's gaze went, I knew he'd spotted Jean. As difficult as Cyclops' visor made for discerning his emotions, I could clearly see his surprise to see his wife, and he immediately beelined straight for her, much to Gambit's amusement.

Not that he didn't do the exact same thing a moment later, leaping smoothly off the ramp and all but stalking his way over to me. I glanced to Jean, and we shared a smile just before our men made it over to us.

"Hello, chère..." Gambit purred, sliding his hands around my waist as he leaned in, brushing his nose against mine.

"Hello there, scoundrel." I giggled, brushing my hand over his cheek. "Good mission?"

"Jus' some no good FoH scum botherin' some mutants. Nothin' special." He replied, tugging me closer. "Gambit missed you, chère."

"You always miss me." I teased, enjoying his chuckle, hot breath tickling my neck as his nose began to trace down my jaw.

"Oy!" Wolverine's gruff shout startled me. "Can't you bloody lovebirds wait to go get a room before fucking right out here?!"

"Gambit just sayin' hello to his chère!" The thief yelled back. "Mind ya own business!" Despite this, I felt his arms curl around me, and I wrapped my legs around his middle as he picked me up.

"He is kinda right, though..." I said, drawing my head back to look at Gambit properly. He just grinned at me.

"Why, don' wanna give everyone a show?" He asked teasingly, laughing when I gave him a Look.

"You're such a twat, Remy."

"An' yet ya still love me." He commented proudly. I smiled, resting my head on his shoulder as he carried me through the corridors towards the locker rooms.

"Oh, that I do."

From over his shoulder, I saw Jean talking to Scott, his face alight with surprise. Just before Gambit turned a corner, I saw the couple embrace tightly, and I smiled.

"Good t' see Jean up an' about." The Cajun commented. "Dat your doin'?"

"Ah, no, not...really." I said, dancing away from the answer. He craned his head back to give me a perplexed look, and I kissed his nose. "Patient confidentiality, sweet. But it's nothing bad."

"Dat's a relief," he said. "Maybe Cyke's hair will stay brown a li'l longer."

"There's the hope." I said. "No. It's good news. With luck, very good news indeed..."

#sprs writing #x men #jean grey x men #x men oc: shadow #scott/jean #dialogue heavy #pregnancy #pregnancy discussions #oc/canon #shadow/gambit #otp: heart of the cards #alright now we approaching X-Men 97 lads lasses and lassos #took me long enough

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