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Our Little Family	By : SpencerRemyLvr Category: X-men Comics > Crossovers Views: 2000 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A week later found Spencer by himself in the mansion kitchen. Morning was quickly becoming his least favorite time of day. He rubbed at the small of his back as he stood in front of the stove, waiting for the tea kettle to whistle. It was way too early in the morning for him to want to be anywhere but in bed. Yet, the boys apparently had a different idea. For a week now he hadn't been able to sleep in past five or six. A couple of times he'd tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable enough to get a little more sleep, but that inevitably woke Remy up. So for the past couple days, Spencer gave up on trying to find a better position to sleep in. He simply climbed out of bed and came downstairs to get himself something to drink and hope that walking would ease the aches and maybe get the boys to shift a little.
Just as the tea kettle started to whistle, the door to the kitchen opened and Jean came walking inside. "Oh, Spencer! You weren't who I expected to see in here." Jean smiled at him as she made her way over towards him. "You're up awfully early, sweetie."
"So are you." With one hand still rubbing at his back, Spencer reached out with the other and took the kettle off the burner, pouring it into his cup. He turned his head and looked toward Jean, who was sifting through the cup cupboard. "There's plenty of water if you'd like some tea as well."
"Actually, I'd love it. That's what I came down for."
For a few minutes the two were quiet as they each prepared their cups. Eventually Jean took a seat at the bar with hers, settling into a chair and crossing her legs. Spencer couldn't help but smile at her; she didn't look like the fearless Phoenix right now, or even the cool and collected Jean Grey. Right now she was relaxed and at ease, dressed in simple yoga pants and what looked like one of Scott's shirts. It was obvious she'd expected no one to be down here. Logical, really. Not many people were in the kitchen at five in the morning. Spencer wasn't dressed much better. Clothes were becoming harder and harder to find a comfortable fit in. Not only for his weight, but to match it to his height as well. He was in yoga pants too, having found that they were extremely comfortable, and a robe over top of it. He hadn't felt like trying to find a shirt to stretch on him. Not this morning. His stomach felt tight, the skin was itchy, and he just didn't want to have to deal with it.
Jean watched quietly as Spencer finally settled down in the chair beside her. He grimaced slightly at the change in pressure and tried to adjust to find a position that was more comfortable. It took a second but he eventually found a way to sit that was at least marginally comfortable. Still, one hand rubbed at his belly, trying to soothe down the boys. They were far too active for it being this early. He really hoped this wasn't going to be an indication of their schedules once they were born.
"Rough morning?" Sympathetic, Jean reached over and squeezed his knee before letting go.
Habit had Spencer shrugging and downplaying it. "It's not bad. I'm okay, really."
One look at Jean's face told him that the standard line wasn't going to work. She lifted one eyebrow at him, shifting in her chair so that she was leaning back a little, her cup now cradled in her hands. "You don't have to downplay it, sweetie. It's just me here. How are you feeling, really?"
Out of all of the ladies, Jean was one of the most protective, right up there with Ororo. But she was also one of the ones that seemed to have come to the understanding that Spencer needed space as well as help sometimes. She wasn't as smothering as the others could be. And really, it was a nice thing to have her here, asking him how he was. He knew that Jean was one of the least likely ones to freak out, too. She wouldn't panic over the little things or making them into something more than they were. Spencer couldn't help but relax just a little bit, a soft smile starting. "Honestly?" He set his cup down and turned his chair just the slightest bit. "In all honesty, my ankles feel swollen, my feet hurt, my stomach feels as hard as granite and won't stop itching, one of the boys has hooked his feet in my ribs and the other seems to be enjoying pressing against my back. I can't sleep in anymore because I ache too much to just lie in bed but at the same time I'm spending most of my days tired. I feel swollen, itchy, achy, and tired. And I'm losing the ability to wear most of my shirts."
Instead of seeking to instantly start soothing or trying to reassure him that it would all be worth it, Jean grimaced at the list and said "That sounds miserable. Why don't you make Remy rub at your back or your feet, honey? I would."
For a second Spencer just stared at her. Then he couldn't help it; he grinned. "I do, occasionally. But if I ask for it too much, he worries. Hell, I get a little heartburn and he worries. Him and Hank both. I'm hoping they'll learn so that the next time around, I don't have to deal with as much panic from them."
"Next time? So you're planning on more, then?"
"Well, sure." This hadn't been something that he'd admitted to anyone yet. He and Remy had talked about this and it was something that they agreed on but he'd never really said it to anyone else. Cradling his mug, he let the heat warm his hands for a second while he took a drink. Then he set it back down and looked down at the dark liquid inside. "Remy and I, we both grew up without typical families. He didn't really have one as a child and he had no siblings that were really his, and I grew up without any siblings and with parents who, well, who weren't all there, so to speak." A slight pang hit Spencer's heart, a thought for what should've been; an echo of an old heartache. He shook that feeling off and made himself look up and smile at Jean. "We've both always wanted a big family. Granted, we hadn't planned on getting pregnant this time, but it happened and our family has started."
Jean nodded as if she understood the logic of what he said. "I always thought kids should have siblings. Do you guys know how many you want?"
That had Spencer laughing. "That's a loaded question." His laughter colored his words and his eyes shone just a little bit with his good humor. "Remy and I have debated this. For once, I'm not the one trying to plan ahead. He is. He thinks we should set ourselves a limit and, after that, see about making sure this can't happen again."
"And you?"
"I believe we should just live our lives and be blessed with whatever we're given." He lifted his mug to hide his smirk. "In the end, I'll win. Belle agrees with me and Remy can't withstand the both of us."
Their laughter echoed together around the kitchen. Jean held her cup out and the two clinked them together as Jean said "Spencer, you've got a devious mind. I knew there was a reason I liked you so much."
"Coming from you, I'll take that compliment."

When seven o'clock rolled around and people were finally up and about, Spencer was ensconced in his office, though he definitely wasn't working. Though his desk remained work oriented, the rest of his office had momentarily become a gathering spot. As he and Jean had been drinking tea, Ororo had come in and joined them. Not long after she arrived, Betsy had come in. Somehow, the group had got to talking about the work Spencer was doing here with Bobby, the accounting they did for different places, and that somehow led into talking about the club he owned, the Genus, and Spencer had been pleasantly surprised that, as he discussed it a little more in detail than he usually did with people and actually mentioned the thoughts he'd been having about opening up a location here in New York, the women all had great ideas on expansion for the Genus. From there it seemed natural that their discussion moved to his office. It also seemed natural that Ororo grabbed snack food to bring in with them. They settled down at the couches in there and spread out papers over the coffee table, snacking and talking about different renovations he could do. He even went and printed out a map of the current floor plan so they could better see what they were looking at.
At one point as he was bent over something, he had a hand on his back, rubbing lightly at the ache there. Before he realized what they were doing, Betsy and Jean went off to go grab an ottoman. They came back not only with the ottoman, but Rogue was the one carrying it. She settled it down and Spencer was instructed to sit by Ororo. "Now, if you'll move your robe, let me see if I can help to ease those aches." She offered.
Wait, what? He wasn't going to strip off his robe here! No one but Remy and Hank had seen him without his shirt! Not just because he didn't want to show off his stomach, but he didn't let anyone see his back. Anyone. The scars there, they would bring up questions he didn't want to have to answer. Ororo seemed to sense that there was something wrong and she settled down onto a chair behind him. "How about we simply lift the bottom? I don't need to see what I'm doing. Just reaching in will be enough."
He chewed on his lip for a bit, thinking about it. The idea of maybe getting just a little bit of relief from the backache was outweighing the embarrassment of what might happen if she encountered any of his scarring with her hands. How many times had Remy told him that he didn't have to worry? That they weren't anything to be ashamed of and that he was still beautiful, even with them? Taking a deep, bracing breath, he nodded. Together, they lifted the bottom of the robe, letting there be just enough room for her hands to reach his back. Within thirty seconds, Spencer forgot any misgivings he'd had. Her hands were like magic.
That was how Remy found them fifteen minutes later. Spencer was still on the ottoman, the paperwork strewn directly in front of him on the coffee table. Ororo was still behind him, rubbing on his lower back, talking over his shoulder about something she saw on a paper. Jean was holding up another paper, gesturing to something on there with a pencil. Beside her on the couch, Betsy and Rogue were talking over Jean's back, arguing something that sounded like it had to do with staff members. Jubilee had joined them as well and was stretched out on the floor, looking at a magazine that Remy could see held pictures of furniture. Little bowls of fruit were scattered here and there and a pitcher of juice sat in the midst of their cups.
Scott came up behind Remy, peeking in over his shoulder. "Well, hell." He said softly in Remy's ear. "They're plotting something. Maybe we should be worried."
"Don't care what dey're plotting so long as he keeps smiling like dat." Remy said fervently. It was true, too. He didn't care what it was they were plotting. No matter what, it would be worth it. Spencer looked so at ease here. So comfortable. It was such a vast difference from the young man that he had first flirted with and gotten to know. Spencer had come so far since then. He'd been a shy young man, nervous about talking with people for any reason other than work. When it came to profiling, he'd always been confident and comfortable. That was one area he knew well. But casual conversation? The talking and sharing and laughing that were done among friends? That had always been difficult for Spencer to do. Too many times he'd felt awkward and out of place. That had definitely changed over the course of this pregnancy. Spencer seemed to be finding his place and with that was coming a sense of peace and comfort. He had friends here. Family. He was losing the shyness to a certain extent and he was blossoming.
Privately, Remy could admit that Spencer wasn't the only one that was changing around here. His pregnancy, their boys, was changing all of them. He wasn't immune to it, either. At one point in time this place had been a house, yes. The people here were his friends; at least, some of them had been. He'd counted his Stormy as his sister, and Scott and Logan as family. The rest had only been friends or acquaintances. With some, there had only been casual conversation mostly related to their work. With Warren, there had only been animosity. Yet that had all changed. Remy found himself being more readily accepted by the others. He and Warren actually spoke civilly to one another! There was still sarcasm in their words sometimes but it had lost the malicious edge to it. No longer did he feel hurt or angry when he spoke with Remy. Over the past few months this place had stopped being a house to stay in and had truly become a home.
Looking at Spencer, watching him and the ladies around him, really brought it home. This was home. These people were family. It was seen in the way they smiled at one another. It was there in the way that Ororo was rubbing at Spencer's back and he was letting her! It was there in how Jubilee stretched up to show Spencer something, casually resting a hand on his knee while she did. Or in how Betsy said something that had the whole group of them laughing. It showed in the playful banter that Betsy, Rogue and Spencer got into, with Ororo laughing at them and Jean refereeing it. The warm emotions that filled the room from those in front of him and the man standing beside him were enough to have Remy sighing happily. That sound drew the attention of the others. It did his heart good to see the way Spencer lit up at the sight of him, those white eyes sparking with the internal light he got just for Remy. He felt Spencer's love and sent love back to him, a private greeting between them. Then Spencer was gesturing towards them. "Come in, guys. Actually, Remy, I'm glad you're here. Jubilee found some furniture and such and I'd like your opinion on the pieces she's matched together."
"Sure t'ing, mon amour. What're we planning f' in here?" Remy strolled right in, stopping to steal a quick kiss from Spencer before he folded himself down right by Jubilee.
"The ladies have been helping me figure out how to convert the unused upstairs space in the Genus into another room." He explained.
Jean used her TK to pull out a piece of paper and hold it up and Rogue leaned forward to point to one spot on there. It was a floor plan to the Genus. "See this space right here? It's enough to be useful. We thought maybe two rooms at first, but they'd be awfully small."
"So we suggested it become one large room, a kind of elite room." Betsy supplied. "It'd be a little pricier than the others, but it would come with things the others don't."
"And we've been discussing what you and I were talking about." Spencer said. He turned a little to look down at Remy. "We were debating on opening a sister club either in New York or DC, though I'm still leaning towards DC."
Remy nodded at that while he shifted to be able to lean against the ottoman right by Spencer's legs. "Y' could talk with Scotty over dere bout dat one, get somet'ing organized between y'. But we only got a couple hours f' dis, Spencer. I gotta be in town f' noon and I was hoping y'd come with me." He made sure not to say what they were going in for. He'd managed to keep his surprise a secret this whole time and today he was finally going to be able to get things started. It was a good thing, too. He wasn't sure how much longer he could refrain from telling Spencer what was going on. Everyone was coming in on the noon train today and they were going to go pick them up. Logan was coming too, discreetly leaving right before them with the big van. They were going to need two vehicles to hold everyone that was coming.
Surprise flittered over Spencer's face before a smile broke free. He'd been going a little stir crazy and Remy knew he'd jump at the opportunity to leave the grounds for a little while. No one had really let him go anywhere since Vegas, not wanting a repeat. Spencer dropped a hand down to stroke through Remy's hair, an absent sort of gesture. "I'd love to."
As Remy turned his attention to Jubilee and Spencer called over to Scott, the young genius kept his hand in Remy's hair, the contact making the both of them smile.
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