prydeful: (Not quite horrified but getting there.)
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Hank is eyeing her in a way that Kate would be annoyed at any other time.

Hank has also given her a shot of...something, she's not quite sure what, because she really did start hyperventilating when his words finally registered to her.

Every month, it's the same check-up, the same thing; two checkups from now is the deadline she and Piotr had agreed on for starting fertility treatments, and frankly, in her head, Kate recites the results of Hank's tests along with him, like she has every month.

The problem comes when this month, the words in her head do not match the ones coming out of his mouth.

It took her a minute.

"--Wait. Wait. Say that part again? --NO, HANK, NOT THE PART ABOUT MY WHITE BLOODCELLS."

He had looked slightly miffed at the shouting, but she feels, really, that was entirely understandable.

"...Oh. Um. Okay. ...Hank, you should probably call Piotr. I think I'm going to hyperventilate."

Which she then did, showing, Kate feels, that she at least has some idea of what's going on in her body, and then there was the shot, and then Hank called Piotr, and then--

Wow. My brain really doesn't ever shut down. And I babble in it, too. Huh.

She really hopes Piotr gets here before she drives herself crazy. Or drives Hank crazy. He might inject her again, then. She couldn't blame him, really.

...

She's not at all sure how to deal with this.

Date: 2010-08-25 01:36 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (um. hi?)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
Hank was friendly, reassuring, and all the same quite insistent that Piotr really should probably come over to the infirmary right now.

Which means that reassuring was not quite what he achieved. (Even if they've known each other for more than long enough to know what this is an emergency sounds like, and that that wasn't it.)

Which means that no matter how long it might feel to Kate, it's only a few minutes before Piotr appears in the doorway.

His eyes cut worriedly between both of them, but it's Kate he moves immediately towards. "Katya?"

Is something wrong?

(In their lives, something's always wrong. And Kate looks --

'off-balance' is not a look Kate Pryde wears often.)

Date: 2010-08-25 01:46 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (uh okay then)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
...

Reassuring is not what Kate is achieving either. For the record.

Neither is explanatory, though.

Piotr's face says, patiently: Um. What?

Date: 2010-08-25 02:10 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (this is what we call a gutpunch)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
For a split second, he thinks she's talking about an anniversary of something -- not their relationship, he would remember that, but someone's death, some terrible incident -- and maybe it even is, given the number they have to choose from, but it's only a split second that he thinks it.

Because he knows why she's in the infirmary with Hank, and he knows what they've been talking about and thinking about and carefully not talking about for months, but --

(But he'd resigned himself.)



"Какой?" is what comes out of his mouth, and maybe a blank what? is not his most intelligent response ever, but he doesn't seem to have a lot more words available right now.

"Katya, do you mean--?"

Date: 2010-08-25 02:35 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (why I'm here)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
Oh.


There are a number of very practical things this means, and most of the immediate ones are things they've talked about in detail anyway. But all of that will wait.

Piotr's smile starts very small, and crooked, and soft; it widens, and he doesn't know how it lights up his face.

"My Katya," he says, soft and wondering, and reaches for her.

Date: 2010-08-25 03:32 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (those simple moments of peace)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
Piotr snorts, a little, against her hair.

No comment, Katya.

"We will have a baby," he whispers, after a moment.

There's still so much that could go wrong -- so much, for so many reasons -- but here, now, he will have hope.

Here and now, he's holding Kate tight in his arms, and there's a tiny new life between them, and he can let himself think, very quietly, that maybe it will turn out all right.

Date: 2010-08-25 03:54 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (got one constant in this weary world)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
Piotr breathes out a laugh, and tightens his embrace. (Very slightly, and gently. Piotr is a man who knows his own strength.)

"No, Katya," he murmurs. "It is not just you."

Let this go well. Let this little one be safe. For one, please, let it go right.

Piotr is not a praying man -- he was a good Communist boy, and much of his upbringing remains -- but sometimes, you can't not direct a plea somewhere. Just in case.

Date: 2010-08-26 03:09 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (those simple moments of peace)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
"Da." Very soft.

It's all he hoped for, and it's a heart-stopping thought.

(And it matters to more than just them. It's never just them. Not with mutant numbers so few, and mutant fertility even lower, thanks to Wanda; not with so many enemies; not with Mikhail trapped in the Dead Zone, sacrificing himself forever and with only Piotr's future children standing between him and possession.

But that, too, is for later.

Right now, they can afford to let this be only them. If only for a little while.)

"Da. We will."

Date: 2010-08-26 03:22 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (smiling at Katya)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
Piotr is doing his level best to ignore the collar.

It's working pretty well right now. There are some handy distractions! (Later, it may take rather more effort.)

Right now, he breathes out a laugh, and frees one hand long enough to brush a stray strand of hair back from her face.

It's entirely too early to be picturing what their child might look like: a little girl with her eyes, a little boy with her jaw and hair. Entirely too early, but he finds himself doing it anyway.

Date: 2010-08-26 03:39 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (half smile)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
"I am never sappy."

LIES. Terrible, horrible, and completely unconvincing lies.

Piotr is a giant Russian marshmallow, and eeeeverybody knows it.

As proof of his non-sappiness, he ducks his head to kiss her softly, with a light caress to her cheek.

Date: 2010-08-26 03:49 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (relaxation time)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
This is Piotr, pulling back slightly so he can eye her suspiciously.

The affection kind of ruins the effect, and so does the grin lurking at the corners of his mouth, and probably so does the fact that he's still holding her close. But whatever!

"Do I want to know what you are thinking, Katya?"

Date: 2010-08-26 03:56 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (not smiling nope not one bit)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan





"Is too early," Piotr declares firmly, "to give me heart attacks over this."

"I will wait until she is at least two."

And now he's kind of sidetracked by the idea of them having a baby who's two years old.

Date: 2010-08-26 04:22 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (not smiling nope not one bit)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
"I heard nothing."

So many things are easier when he occasionally chooses to hear nothing.

"We will manage," he says firmly. (Even if it sounds a little as if he's trying to convince both of them.) "We have many babysitters."

"With superpowers."

Which will probably be needed.

...Even if the baby's powers only manifest at puberty. It'll still probably be needed. (For many reasons, but Piotr is choosing to ration out the jolts of panic, and not focus on the odds of semi-annual alien invasions.)

Date: 2010-08-26 04:47 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (not smiling nope not one bit)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
The baby's other options for Grandpa are... pretty much all dead. So.

"I am sure you can talk him into it."

Piotr might secretly agree about the look on Logan's face. But Kate has much better odds of talking Logan into anything.

(Kate is also fully capable of teaching a baby to call him Grandpa even if he says no, anyway.

Right now every single mental image has the power to distract him.)

Date: 2010-09-01 12:44 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (why I'm here)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
"Я тебя люблю, Катя." Softly.

Russian: the language of his home and his heart, no matter how many years he's lived elsewhere. I love you is heartfelt no matter what language he's saying it in, but here and now, Russian is how the words come out. (They might even if Kate didn't speak it fluently. But she does.)

And it's still Russian when he adds, "We have each other. No matter what, Katya, you have me. And we will keep this little one safe."

Piotr is very well aware of how heartbreaking promises like that can be.

And yet. He can't do other than make them anyway, and mean them with everything he has.

Date: 2010-09-01 01:16 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (relaxation time)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
One of the things he loves about Kate, and always has -- from the time she was Kitty, fourteen years old and gangly and still more self-assured than him much of the time -- is the fire in her. She has always been quick to anger, quick to defend, passionate and laughing and dancing and full of a fierce bright intelligence he can only wonder at.

Once, she wasn't so full of anger. Not all the time.

But then, once neither of them were -- not so angry, not so weary. Life in this world has changed them both.

His face has softened a little more. He brushes a gentle thumb across her cheek, and tips his head down for another kiss, slow and soft.

Date: 2010-09-01 01:35 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (nothing in the world but you)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
"I think," Piotr murmurs, "this is very good crowding."

Kate has not gotten picked up yet. But might very soon.

A handy thing about being as strong as Piotr is that, if you don't want to let go of your girlfriend despite moving, you don't actually have to.

(And he can fill in the rest of that sentence: a baby, more children, a family of the sort that Piotr, in his family-loving farmboy heart, has wanted all his life to have someday. And with her.)

"I can be used to this." He brushes back her hair with gentle fingers, and leans in for another smiling kiss.

It goes on a while.

"But practice is always useful."

As a general rule of life.

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