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“I’m pregnant.” Erik blurts it out over breakfast. He’d been sitting on the news for three weeks now, making him ten weeks along and he just couldn’t contain it any longer. Couldn’t find the right time, or words, or anything. He sighed, gently setting his fork down and waiting for a reaction.
A whole minute and a half passed before Charles even looked up from the morning paper. “Sorry, my darling, what was that?” the telepath slowly chewed on his pancake, tilting his head adorably. That wasn't something he expected, surely he hadn't heard correctly. With Erik's active transitioning, that couldn't have been what he heard. Erik gave a heavy sigh and peered up at his lover.“I’m. Pregnant.” he repeats.
“Oh..?” Charles stares, waiting for the other shoe to drop. For Erik to crack a smile and say he’s kidding or to ask what he’d think if he really were pregnant. Then it hits him, Erik really is pregnant. Then he’s wondering why he hadn’t realized it sooner. The soft glow in his cheeks, the small bout of sickness Erik still hadn’t gotten over. He could have slapped himself. “You’re pregnant.” Charles smiles softly, before going over to Erik’s seat and hugging him around the shoulders. They kiss, sweet but simple, Charles’ hand coming to rest on Erik’s slightly softened middle.
“I’m pregnant.” Erik says it again with a chuckling smile. The reveal wasn’t so bad. He’d known it wouldn’t be deep down inside. They were in love, after all. And this was the result of that love. Nothing to be afraid of. “I hope it’s a boy.” Charles smiled and nuzzled against Erik’s neck.
“Hello, baby.” he cooes. Erik laughs out loud at that, putting his hand over Charles’.
“That sounds so informal, like what’d you say to a random child at the store. This is our baby, Charles, Our sweet pea.” Erik’s face lights up as he speaks, and Charles feels himself falling in love all over again. “ Charles kisses him once more and slips his hand under Erik’s shirt before leaning down and pressing a kiss to the pale skin underneath.
“Hmm, I don’t know about that one.” Charles laughed and gave Erik’s stomach a rub and straightens back up again. In return, Erik playfully rolls his eyes. A weight is lifted from his shoulders, relief washing over him.
“We’ll see, I scheduled my first ultrasound, perhaps you’ll come?” He raised an eyebrow. He was already so excited. He’d gotten blood work done to confirm the pregnancy, holding on on seeing it until Charles would be there too.
Charles returned to his seat, sitting down and taking a swig of orange juice. “You know better than anyone I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” he assured then started back on his breakfast. He could hardly chew from smiling so hard. The thought of Erik’s thin frame growing with their child was mesmerizing. Erik took his hand and held it, his own smile spread from ear to ear. Nothing either of them could think of would ruin this moment.
“I love you.” They both said at the same time, breaking out into laughter. They finished their food in mutual silence, smiles all around. Erik occasionally noticed Charles’ eyes falling to his stomach. He was already so excited, the metallokinetic could see it behind the soft blue of his eyes.
Erik’s appointment snuck up on them in no time, the following two weeks flying by. With everything going on in their lives aside from the baby, it wasn’t long at all. Waiting to be called back and filling out paperwork was the worst of it all. Erik grew annoyed with it, meaning Charles was stuck with the majority. After an eternity of flipping through the mini-book of forms, one of the nursing assistants finally called his name.
“Lehnsherr-Xavier?” the woman, a petite brunette called with a smile. She waved them over and led the pair to an exam room. The place was surprisingly bubbly. Bright paint on the walls; informational yet surprisingly fun diagrams hung in frames on the walls. Erik’s skin buzzed with excitement. He sat on the examination table once they were in a room, Charles seated in the chair beside it.
“Dr. McCoy’s very well known name in this business.” Charles whispered, looking around. They worked in the same hospital. Charles did daily visits with his committed psychiatric patients and had met McCoy a plenty of times on the elevator. When Dr. McCoy entered, Charles stood and shook his hand.
“Call me Hank.” the doctor said with a smile, shaking Erik’s hand as he introduced himself. Erik smiled at him, though he had clammed up just a bit. All his anxiousness had dissolved into nerves. He'd asked questions initially, mostly about how Erik felt, if he'd stopped taking his testosterone, if he'd like to be referred to a counselor, all of which Erik answered. “I suppose you two want to get this show on the road? You don’t have to completely undress, just undo your pants and raise your shirt.” Erik nodded, doing so while Hank got ready. He laid back on the table, bringing his arm behind his head, now too nervous to say much of anything. Charles sat up and watched intently while Dr. McCoy dimmed the lights and fired up the sonogram machine. “Just relax.” he directed to both parents. The screen flickered, grainy black and white going in and out while Hank got everything ready. He squirted a little warm gel on Erik’s stomach and moved the wand around, searching for the image of the little life inside. Erik held his breath, unable to take his eyes from it. The screen settled and it was there, their baby. He heard Charles’ gasp and his own eyes watered. Their baby, right there in front of his eyes.
“Oh..” Erik chuckled, pointing to the picture on screen. “That’s them, right?” he asked, to which Hank nodded.
“Hello, Sweet Pea,” Charles murmured in complete awe, kissing Erik’s cheek.”