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“This is all your fault,” Pietro groaned. He had a thick blanket and plopped down on the couch, cuddling with Kurt, his boyfriend, under the blanket.
“Uh… What?” Kurt blinked, hands automatically wrapping around the omega, only catched a whiff of his scent before Erik came in, pissed.
“You! You’re the one who got him pregnant!”
“Dad don’t kill him,” Pietro grumbled and cuddled closer to Kurt, promptly falling asleep. God, the silver haired male hated the sudden lack of energy…
“He’s, I…?” Kurt looked down at Pietro, before grinning and pulled his boyfriend closer, the Alpha feeling a please rumble in his chest. Erik glared but stomped out when he realized he couldn't kill Kurt with how Pietro was cuddling him unless he wanted to hurt his son. Kurt nuzzled Pietro, taking in his scent, which was definitely sweet now. Kurt’s tail wrapped protectively around the omega’s stomach, holding him close and slowly dozing off himself.
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“Pietro!” Kitty hissed, stomping into the living room where Pietro and Kurt were cuddling nearly two months later. “You stole my chips! I bought those, those were mine!”
“Then you shouldn’t have put them in the public cabinet, I warned all of you,” the speedster pointed out.
“He did, Kitty,” Kurt hummed and nuzzled his boyfriend’s hair. She grumbled and glared before stomping away with the empty bag. Pietro grinned and looked up at Kurt.
“I’m letting our kid listen to Pink Floyd, but I’ll let you let them listen to MK.”
“Alright,” Kurt chuckled smiling and kissed his forehead, absolutely loving Pietro in what the other often referred to as his ‘Michael Jackson’ red leather jacket.
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“Kurt…. Morning Sickness sucks….” Pietro pouted from where he was kneeled in front of the toilet. “I don’t even have my speed…” Mutant abilities naturally suppressed themselves as to not danger the unborn child.
“I know Liebling,” Kurt smiled softly. The alpha was currently rubbing his back and making sure he was as comfortable as he could be in that situation. Finally, after a couple of more ‘chats’ with the toilet, Pietro finally felt his stomach settle. Pietro nuzzled into Kurt’s neck, finding some comfort in his scent. Kurt held him close and slowly helped him stand up.
“Nap? Or would you like food?”
“Food, not even a question.” Kurt laughed and nodded and teleported them to the kitchen.
-
“Kurt… I’m fat…” Pietro pouted. He was nearly five months along by then, and he had the unfortunate luck of looking extremely pregnant. At five months he looked almost eight months pregnant.
“You’re not fat, you’re carrying our child,” Kurt reassured from where he was reading in the middle of the nest Pietro had made on what now their bed. Charles had moved them to their own roommand, bless the an, was helping them get needed parenthood things like a crib, baby clothes, etc..
“But I’m huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuge,” Pietro pouted. Kurt sighed and put his book to the side and gently pulled Pietro close.
“Peter. Liebling. You’re just pregnant, you’re huge because you’re carrying our hild, that’s amazing.” Pietro sniffed and whined, nuzzling close.
“You sure?”
“Of course,” Kurt kissed him gently. Pietro beamed and relaxed against him, Kurt stroking his stomach and glanced over at a half-irritated, half-endeared Kitty. “He eat your food again?”
“I should be used to it by now, especially since he has such a craving for salt and vinegar chips.” Kitty snorted and Pietro hummed.
“Aw don’t be like that! They’re good!”
“I’m happy to share but don’t eat the whole bag next time,” she snorted and left them alone.
-
“Holy… Fuck… Never again you hear me Kurt? Never!” Pietro grumbled tiredly, holding their light silver-blue furred/haired daughter, who was sleeping against him, tiny tail wrapped around his wrist.
“Noted Liebling,” Kurt chuckled. He smiled down at their daughter. “She's so lovely…”
“She is… What should we name her?” Pietro asked softly, rocking her gently.
“Hm… How about Luna?” Kurt suggested. Pietro nodded and smiled, looking down at their daughter.
“Luna… Luna Maximoff-Wagner… I love it.”