Jubilee had been laying down on her stomach on her bed, grinning widely as she looked between Jean and yourself, no longer flicking through the magazine she had been reading, or picking at the bowl of popcorn she had pushed to the side. Jean had pulled you into Jubilee's room while you had been walking past, something she had done more than once while you walked past her bedroom—more often than not it was because she wanted advice about the youngest Summers brother, proclaiming you as an expert about him because you were married to the eldest Summers brother. Jubilee continued to stare at you, waiting for your reaction as you processed the words that Jean had told you. It was a lot to take in, and you didn't even think about it being a possibility before, not now at least. She had sat you down on the desk chair, noticing how you seemed to be in shock, and glanced over to Jubilee quickly before she turned back to you when you stuttered out your response.

"S-So, you're telling me that I'm—"

"Pregnant? Yes." Jean nodded.

"H-How did you, uh...?"

"I could hear it."

"I don't understand." With the shake of your head, you furrowed your eyebrows and placed your hands on the armrests of the desk chair.

Jubilee interrupted before Jean could answer, "Babies are cute, you know when they're not crying. I read that the baby's brain develops at three weeks, and then a week later it starts functioning. How cool is that?" She asked, clearly not seeing that you were in shock.

"I don't know how, but I could hear it," she ignored Jubilee. "Do you have any idea how far along you might be?" Jean raised an eyebrow at you, talking slowly and calmly, unlike Jubilee.

"She's not showing so she's before twelve or sixteen weeks," Jubilee pointed out. "I read it in a magazine." She shrugged. "Also, did you know that babies can recognise their mother's voice while in the womb still? That's cute."

"Jubilee!" Jean glared at her, motioning to you. Jubilee looked over and pursed her lips, taking in your still form, watching how your hands gripped the armrests tightly and your eyes stayed staring at the handles of her dresser draws.

"Oops."

"What do I do?" You asked quietly but quickly.

"What?" Jean looked back at you.

"What do I do? I don't even know if Alex wants to have children. What if—"

"Uh, first of all," Jubilee held her finger up, silencing you. "He married you," she pointed out. "Second of all, have you seen how he is with children? Did you not see what I saw when we went shopping last week? He was making faces at a baby, smiling at it, looking over at you, multiple times. Was the ranch dressing really that interesting to look at? Did you really not see any of that?"

"W-I-He—"

"Girl, he wants to have a baby with you," Jubilee told you, clicking her tongue, looking back down at her magazine, becoming bored at your lack of a reaction.

Jean breathed in deeply, rolling her eyes. "What Jubilee is trying to say," she stressed, "is that Alex will be more than happy to start a family with you. He loves you, he's going to love that child you have inside of you. Do you have any ideas on how you're going to tell him?"

"Tell him? You've only just told me!" You replied, raising your voice in a panic.

"Uh, right, okay, well—" Jean scratched the back of her head.

"Am I planning a pregnancy announcement?" Jubilee looked up from the magazine again.

"Uh, it's not your announcement to make," Jean told her. "Therefore, you're going to help plan one."

Jubilee waved her off. "Same thing."

Slowly, you stood up, placing your hand on your stomach—despite not showing yet—and spoke quietly, "We're having a baby."

Jean looked back at you and grinned, nodding as she echoed you, "We're having a baby!"

-

Almost two hours later, Alex got back to the mansion with Hank and Scott. Jubilee and Jean had been planning a way in which you could announce the pregnancy to Alex, they both wanted something over the top, but you knew that that wasn't what you wanted to do. To try and get rid of some of the nerves you had, you tried to busy yourself. First, you cleaned up the room you shared with Alex, but it wasn't that difficult as Alex usually kept the room pretty tidy—a habit he picked up from when he was drafted into the war. Then, without thinking about it, you cleaned up Scott's room—which took a lot longer because Scott didn't seem to understand the use of a washing basket or hanger or that he could, in fact, use his desk for something other than a place to leave empty food wrappers and a shoe. But, once more, you still couldn't sit still. Warren, who was making his way through the mansion with Kurt, spotted you and suggested that you baked something—you knew it was because he just wanted you to cook so he didn't have to, but you did so nonetheless.

When Alex had found you in the kitchen, you had mixing bowls, flour, eggs, empty cases and weighing scales all over the kitchen island. He chuckled to himself and walked in, knocking on the door as he did so, causing you to turn your head to see who it was. Alex greeted you with a gentle kiss on the lips before he raised an eyebrow at the mess you made. Instead of questioning you, he picked up some of the empty cases and started to place them on one of the trays. Jubilee and Jean had taken too long to come up with an idea, neither one liking the other idea, so it left you so deal with it yourself, knowing that Scott would find out from Jean, who would then slip it to Alex before you could. It wasn't the best idea you could come up with, but the way you announced it wasn't really a priority for you, only telling Alex as soon as possible was.

"Hey, Alex?"

"Yeah, Doll?" He glanced over at you, raising an eyebrow as he slowed down his action of placing the cases onto the tray.

Without looking over to him, still stirring the mixture, you cleared your throat. "Could you check the oven before you preheat? I think I remember Ororo complaining about Peter hiding things around the mansion earlier. I just want to make sure he didn't put anything in there that would either; smell, melt, or explode."

Alex chuckled to himself, knowing full well that Peter was, in fact, hiding things after seeing Scott fumble around with his eyes squeezed shut because Peter wanted to try out the 'cool specs' before they left for the day. He moved over to the oven. "Yeah, okay."

With a quiet, deep breath, you put the spoon down and slowly turned to face him. He pulled the door of the oven down and opened his mouth. He furrowed his eyebrows as he stared. Nervously, you wiped some of the mixture that had stuck to your hands from the bowl onto the apron you were wearing, balling your hands tightly as they shook. You knew that, had the girls had come up with something sooner, this moment would have been smoother and better planned. But, it was like torture waiting for him to say something—anything. Slowly, he reached his hand into the oven and pulled it out.

"Doll?" He started. "Any reason why Peter would have hidden a bun in the oven?" Alex looked over at you, pushing his hair, that had fallen out of his hairband, from his face while holding it up. Silently, a small smile crept onto your face as you waited, you knew it wouldn't take him long.

"I don't know," you shrugged. "Why do you think there was a bun in the oven?"

All confusion dropped from his face as he stared at you. "You're pregnant?" The smile on your face grew as you nodded. "We're having a baby?"

"Yeah, we are."

"We're having an actual baby?"

"Well, I'm hoping not to give birth to a goat, Alex."

He dropped the bun, letting it hit the ground, not really thinking about it as he walked over and placed his hands on your hips, his eyes staring at your stomach. "We're having a baby."

"Surprise!" You replied quietly, still nervous.

Alex looked back up at you, tears pricking his eyes as he grinned. "I'm going to be a dad," he laughed happily. "I'm going to be a dad!" He yelled excitedly that time before peppering kisses all over your face, not caring about the flour on your forehead or cheek. His arms snaked around your waist, pulling you against him in a tight hug, while his head buried in the crook of your neck. "I'm going to be a dad," he whispered once more before he pulled his head back to look at you, his eyes growing wider as he suddenly pointed something out, "We aren't going to let Peter babysit."