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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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Standing in his apartment, Spencer crossed his arms over his chest as he surveyed his living room. There was surprisingly little left that he wanted to take with him, now that he’d gone through everything. Furniture had already been sorted through and discussed via webcam with Remy so that they could decide what would go and what would be given away. In the end they’d taken his bookshelves, his recliner, and his desk and desk chair. The rest of the furniture Spencer had no qualms about giving away—none of it had been anything more to him than an object to use when he was home on cases, which wasn’t that often. Since getting together with Remy, he was home even less.
It was the personal items that would be the most and, even then, there wasn’t much that Spencer was going to take with him. Clothes, yes, though some of that was gone now. He’d gone ahead and sorted through them, donating some that he never wore anymore. Of course his books were coming with him. There was absolutely no question about that. Other than that, he only had two paintings that Remy demanded come with him, some random knickknacks that the team had given him over the years, and photos. Spencer was amused that Remy seemed to want him to bring more of his things than Spencer did. In his heart, Spencer knew it was Remy’s way of making sure that Spencer was going to be well settled in with him. He didn’t want his lover to feel like he was leaving his entire life behind and not taking anything with him.
What Remy didn’t understand was that Spencer was happy to make this move. Yes, it was hard in ways. Yes, leaving the Bureau had been extremely difficult. Part of Spencer’s heart had broken when he’d talked to Aaron and then with Strauss about leaving. As he’d predicted, the Bureau had been willing to do anything to get rid of him once they found out he suffered from the male pregnancy genetic condition. He could only imagine what they would have done if he’d told them about his mutation as well. They would have probably arrested him, then.
But the team had been beyond supportive. None of them had judged him for his condition, or for his decision. They’d thrown him a going away party at his apartment that had then turned into a giant packing party. Each one promised to visit whenever they could and Morgan made Spencer swear that he’d call when it got close to his due date so that “Uncle Derek” could come out and see his nieces or nephews. That had put a lump in Spencer’s throat that had taken away his voice. All he’d been able to do was accept the hug Morgan had given him.
Since Spencer had taken care of telling his team, Remy insisted that he would take care of telling his team before Spencer came home. They would have to know; there was no way around that. And Remy knew that Spencer was beyond nervous about it. As rare as they were, men with this condition were not looked kindly upon in society. They were treated just as bad as mutants, if not worse sometimes. In the eyes of the world, a male pregnancy upset the natural order of things and was something some people seemed to think should be stamped out. When Spencer had voiced his fears during one of their recent web chats, suggesting that the other X-Men might not react well, Remy’s response had been typical him. “So?” he’d snorted out at Spencer. “Who cares if dey don’t like it, Cher? Seems pretty hypocritical to me f’ a mutant to judge someone f’ a genetic condition like dis. Don’t care if some of dem don’t like it. Dey’ll get over it or y’ and I will move into da city till les bébés are born and den we’ll go our own way.” And that had been the end of it.
The whole process had taken longer than Spencer had planned, and definitely longer than Remy liked. His partner was not happy that Spencer had been gone from him for a little over two weeks now. In just two days, Spencer would be at ten weeks pregnant. He looked down at his stomach and couldn’t help but feel amazed at the small swell there. He knew that part of it was because he was carrying twins and part was that he had a naturally slender frame, but he was already showing. Not much, but it was definitely there. Hell, he’d already had to go get two new pairs of pants to wear out in public! With those new pants, no one could tell yet unless Spencer lifted his shirt up. Still, he couldn’t believe he already had to get new pants to wear. But he only let himself break down and get two! When no one was around, he simply wore his boxers or pajama pants in the apartment. Why worry about regular pants if no one was there to see him?
When he got back home—strange and wonderful how, in his mind, ‘home’ already meant Remy and the mansion and not this little apartment—Remy had sworn he was going to take Spencer shopping for maternity clothes. That was an argument Spencer knew he would never win, so he didn’t even bother trying.
Tomorrow was when Remy and Logan were coming to pick up him and his stuff. They’d shipped off the furniture already, so the only things that needed packed up were the boxes. For that, they could use Logan’s truck instead of having to rent a U-Haul or something like that. Everything that he had here would fit into the back of the truck just fine.
“Hey, pretty boy. You ready to jet?” Morgan’s voice interrupted Spencer’s musings. He lifted his head, looking to where one of his best friends in the whole world leaned against the wall, smiling indulgently at him.
Both last night and this night, Spencer was sleeping over at Morgan’s house. Since they’d gotten rid of his bed, the only place for Spencer to sleep would have been on the floor and Morgan had been horrified when he’d found that out. Without even asking, he’d ordered Spencer to grab his go-bag and get in the car because he was going with him. There was no arguing with Morgan when he was intent on something, especially when it came to those he considered family—and he wasn’t shy about claiming Spencer as his ‘little brother’ to anyone who asked—so Spencer had given in and let Morgan take him home.
Now that the last of the packing had been done and everything was ready to go, Spencer would go back to Morgan’s for one more night. Then he would meet Remy and Logan here tomorrow, as well as the rest of the team, and he’d say goodbye. The thought of it made his eyes burn a little with tears. Embarrassed, he turned away from Morgan, trying to discreetly bring a hand up to wipe at his traitorous eyes. “Yes, I’m ready. Just let me get my coat.”
Soft footsteps were his only warning. Then a hand was on his shoulder, turning him so that he found himself against Morgan’s chest, wrapped tight in arms that had always supported him. “It’s ok to be sad about leaving, kid. But you’re not going to lose us. You know that.” Morgan tipped Spencer’s face toward him and grinned. “You can’t get rid of us that easily.”
“Oh, I know, I just…” Trailing off, Spencer wiped at his face again, giving a small embarrassed chuckle. “Just hormones. I’ve never cried so easily before, yet I find myself doing it at the drop of a hat now. During the first few months after conception, the levels of hormones like estrogen and progesterone change dramatically, which has a significant effect on brain chemistry. Totally natural, yet frustrating nonetheless.”
The short ramble had the effect of making Morgan laugh. He brought his own hand up to wipe away the last of Spencer’s tears. “Leave it to you to be crying and still manage to teach me about why you’re crying, kid. Lord, don’t ever change.”
After grabbing his coat, Spencer followed Morgan out, locking the door behind them. Then the two took off down the stairs. “So, what are you looking to eat tonight, pretty boy?” Morgan asked as he slung his arm over Spencer’s shoulders. “Your last night of eating whatever you want before lover boy gets here and you’re stuck on your healthy food diet.”
That had Spencer grimacing. “Don’t remind me.” He grumbled. “I’m not giving up everything. If they think they’re going to take away my favorite foods or such like that, they’ve got another thing coming. You do realize I’m going to probably have people trying to excessively feed me? I never gain when I eat and they’re going to nag me about it.”
“Oh, poor you. People trying to feed you all the time? Whatever will you do?”
Spencer shoved at Morgan’s arm, snorting out a laugh. “If it sounds so good to you than you do it.”
“Oh man. Could you actually picture me being pregnant, kid?”
The image struck Spencer and he couldn’t help the laugh that came out. Thankfully they were by the car and Spencer could reach out, bracing his weight on the car as his laughter bubbled up from him. Somehow he dodged Morgan’s teasing smack while still laughing and made his way around to the passenger’s side of the car. By some means, without Spencer even realizing what was going on until after it happened, Morgan had done as he always did and taken Spencer’s mood and turned it around without even seeming to try. When they were seated and buckled, Spencer looked over at his friend and smiled at him. “Thanks, Morgan.”
Morgan flashed him a wide grin in return. “Anytime, kid. Anytime.”
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The sound of the Professor’s voice was just a low buzz in Remy’s ears as he kicked back in his chair and pretended to be listening to the meeting going on around him. In reality, all he could think of was one thing and one thing only. It was only the mask he’d perfected over the years that kept him from grinning widely at his own thoughts. But how was he supposed to have his mind on this weekly meeting that discussed the same boring things they discussed every week when, right before he’d come in here, he’d been web chatting with Spencer? All his brain could focus on was that man and the image of that just barely swollen stomach. It had taken almost thirty minutes, but Remy had finally managed to convince Spencer to stand up and lift up his shirt so that Remy could see.
Jesus, who would have guessed how adorable Spencer would look with that small swell to his stomach? Remy was beyond glad that he would finally be able to go fetch his lover and bring him back here, back home, where he belonged. This being apart for almost three weeks was too much. If it had been up to him, Remy would have been there with him this whole time. But Spencer had been adamant about doing this on his own. Over and over he’d insisted that he could take care of this just fine and that Remy had responsibilities to attend to here at the Mansion and that he would be there as soon as he could. It was all true…that didn’t mean that Remy had to like it.
“Now, to our final order of business.”
Those words drew Remy’s attention. He’d been listening with a half an ear, waiting for this moment. This was the whole reason for him to be here, in his mind. If it hadn’t been for this order of business, Remy would already be in the truck and on his way to Quantico to go pick his lover up. As it was, he had to wait to leave until this meeting was done, hence the reason for his bored impatience.
Remy watched the faces of those around him from behind his shades as Charles started his speech. The only person right now who knew what was going on aside from Charles was Logan and Logan only knew because he was one of the few that already knew of Spencer’s genetic condition, so it had been simple to tell him of the pregnancy. To Remy’s shock, Logan had offered to be the one to hash it out with Charles. He’d come back to Remy a few hours later and told him of the plan Charles had laid out. Now it was time to watch that plan in action.
“We’ve got a new student that will be arriving tomorrow evening.” Charles was telling the room. His voice and gaze were steady as he looked around at those at the table. This was a full staff meeting, so everyone was present. “I wanted to take the time at this meeting to discuss this mutant’s…unique qualities. I want there to be no problems here for him. As is, his condition is going to ostracize him from the rest of the world. I do not want him to meet that same fate here.”
Just barely Remy resisted snorting. He just dared anyone to try and make problems for Spencer. They had no idea what they’d be taking on. Remy would kick the ass of anyone who so much as looked cross at his man.
Charles continued with his planned speech. “Our newest resident is not simply unique because of his mutation. He is also unique because of another condition. He is one of the twelve percent of men in the United States that suffers from the genetic condition that enables a male to become pregnant.”
“You’re kidding?” Bobby exclaimed loudly. His outcry surprised those around the table. They all turned to look at him as he said “We’ve got an Mpreg coming here?” Mpreg was the slang term for a man who could become pregnant; Mpreg – male pregnancy. There was no denying the disgust in Bobby’s voice when he’d said it, though.
Hank turned to look at his friend, his face carefully controlled. “Yes, Robert. At the time of his arrival, he should be ten weeks pregnant. With twins, actually. I should sincerely hope that all of us will make his arrival comfortable. The last thing that he is going to need is any undue stress. Male pregnancies carry their own obvious risks and those risks are upped just as in any regular pregnancy when the number of babies increases.”
“But why is he coming here?” Bobby demanded.
This time it was Logan who leaned forward to look at Bobby. His expression was hard and his voice was almost a growl. “You got a problem with this, Icecube?” he snarled. It took immense control for Remy to keep from growling as well. Of all people, he had not though Bobby would be a problem! Remy and Bobby were friends! But, friendship or no, Remy wasn’t going to let anyone cause Spencer trouble. Without realizing it, Remy started to twirl a card through his fingers. He hadn’t even realized he’d pulled one from his pocket.
Bobby was looking around him, wide eyed as he met each face at the table and saw no one leaping up to agree with him. “Are you kidding me?” He asked them incredulously. “You’re telling me that none of you have a problem with this? Mpreg isn’t right! There’s something wrong with them. It’s not natural for a man to get pregnant!”
“Some people say the same thing about mutants. They say we’re not right and unnatural.” Scott interjected. His voice was almost flat, a surefire sign of his temper.
To Remy’s surprise, Warren took up the defense next. “It’s as much a mutation as what we suffer from, Bobby. Whoever he is, he didn’t ask for this, just as none of us asked for our mutations. Can we rightfully turn him and his children away? Wouldn’t that make us just as prejudiced as the people we fight against?”
“Well said.” Ororo clapped lightly at Warren’s words. “I could not have put it better myself. This man has as much right to sanctuary as the rest of us. I for one will not condemn him because his body is built different than ours. We should all welcome him here with open arms. He is a mutant, the same as we are, and he has a right to a place here.”
“He’s a freak!” Bobby said loudly. Beside him, Rouge reached out, putting a gloved hand on his arm to keep him in his seat.
At a different time, Remy might have thought about how strongly Bobby was opposing this and realized that there had to be something deeper there. But in that moment he was too furious to think of anything but the fury that snapped in him. “Watch y’r mouth, Robert Drake!” He snapped out. Slapping his hands on the table, he stood up straight and glared at a man he had always called friend. “Remy hear y’ talk like dat bout de homme again and he might f’get we’re amis.”
Off to his right, Remy heard Scott’s voice, a low curse that surprised him enough from the man that Remy had to turn to look at him. “Holy shit.” Scott said. A slow grin was curving his lips. “Are you kidding me? Really?”
Remy could see that Scott had figured it out. Nodding, Remy prepared to give the last bit of news to the room. “Oui, Scotty. It’s Spencer dat be pregnant. Da twins are mine.”
That brought more of a reaction than the news that a pregnant male was coming to the mansion. All of a sudden Remy found himself surrounded at the table, his friends coming up on all sides of him to hug him and pat his back and congratulate him. It was more than he’d ever dreamed of getting! Jean hugged him first, whispering in his ear “Oh, Remy! Congratulations, sweetheart! This is so wonderful!” Then Kurt was there, shaking his hand and grinning like a loon, rambling his sentiments in a happy slur of German that Remy couldn’t pick out in all the noise.
Rouge jumped him next, hugging him tightly, making him smile. Things had been getting better for them since he and Spencer had got together. He and Rouge had finally found the friendship they were meant to have all along. “Congrats, Sugar! That’s just the greatest news ever!”
The hugs from Jubilee and Kitty were expected, as was the one that Betsy gave him. She made him laugh when she took his face and kissed each cheek. “You’re smart to bring him here where we can all take care of him.” She told him cheekily. “Us Psi’s have to stick together, you know.” And then when Ororo had walked over to him, her warm smile had been words enough. They only touched hands, but between them, it spoke more than any words. His little Stormy was happy for him, as he’d known she would be. Across the table, Remy looked over and saw Warren standing there, smiling slightly. Things between them weren’t as heated as they’d once been, but they weren’t exactly real friends. Yet Warren smiled at him when he saw Remy watching and gave him a quiet nod. From Warren, that meant a lot.
But out of all of them, the congratulations and approval that meant the most came from Scott. Their Leader made his way through them all, grinning at Remy the entire time. He walked right up to Remy and reached out to shake his hand. As soon as his and Remy’s hands touched, the older man yanked him in for a tight hug. “Congratulations. You’ll make one hell of a dad, Remy.”
A lump formed in Remy’s throat. As little as everyone else may have believed it, Scott’s approval meant quite a lot to Remy. This man was someone who, at times, could irritate him to no end or make him laugh until he fell down on the floor. He acted like a father figure and a fun brother all rolled in to one, treating Remy as if he was a young member of the family that needed looking after and guidance, something that Remy had complained about more than once. Yet, down inside, he could admit that there was no one here that he respected or looked up to more. Logan was like an older brother to him, yeah. He respected and looked up to that man as well. But at times Scott was almost like a step in for Jean-Luc, since his father couldn’t be there with him.
Clearing his throat, Remy hugged him back just as tightly. “Merci beaucoup, Scotty.”
“You realize I’m going to act like an honorary uncle, right? I’m claiming that privilege now.” He teased. Letting go of their hug, Scott reached up and gave Remy’s ponytail a tug. “So, when is Spencer getting here? And how did he convince you to let him out of your sight while he’s pregnant?”
“Actually, after dis meeting, Wolvie and Remy gonna take da truck and go get him and da last of his t’ings. Just wanted to take care of dis first, me. Don’t want him to have to worry bout telling people when he gets here.”
Scott nodded sagely. Then he gave Remy a sympathetic look. “Ten weeks, huh? Morning sickness?”
“Merde.” Remy winced, making Scott laugh. “He don’t admit to it much over da webcam, but Morgan tells me dat it’s getting worse dan it was before.”
“Yeah, just wait. The first trimester is so much fun. With him here, you’ll get the full brunt of his mood swings. Tears, temper, all of it.”
“Sounds like home, yeah.” Remy winked at him.
While everyone laughed, Logan moved through the group, walking up to Remy. “You ready to go then, Gumbo? Drive’s about seven hours and I’d like to get there before midnight.”
Remy looked over at him and nodded. “Oui, Logan. Let’s go get m’ man and bring him back home.”
“Let’s go, Cajun.”
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