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She's tiny, that's the first thought that crosses his mind. Tiny with huge brown eyes and soft, wispy curls. Her brother lies nestled in beside her -as light as she is dark- and the flash of blue eyes tells Erik immediately that he is, without a doubt, his son.
"There was a woman, Magda..." he starts helplessly, only to break off when Charles shakes his head. Erik surmises that he probably already knows, the telepath is a frequent visitor inside his head these days and Erik seldom hides any thought or memory from him. They've long since stopped keeping secrets.
Charles stares at them for a long time, his expression unreadable, and then suddenly seems to come to a decision. "Well. You don't do anything by halves, do you?"
And just like that, it's okay.
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It takes them a while to get into the rhythm of things, to figure out what exactly being a parent entails. Erik had expected late night feeds and screaming fits but it's the other things that catch him off guard. No one tells you just how little sleep you get, how sometimes you find yourself standing in a kitchen at 3am with a bottle in one hand and a baby in the other with no clue how you got there. They experience all the aches and pains and trials and tribulations of being new parents, except whereas most people start off with one they have two. Wanda is the more adventurous twin, the one who reaches out with her hands to touch everything and everyone at every opportunity. She doesn't shy away from anything either; she seems fascinated by Hank's gymnastic displays and coos whenever Raven is in her true form. Pietro is more fussy; he constantly wails to be held and rocked and Erik can already envision the clingy little boy he'll turn into. He refuses to go to him at every cry, but Charles is a soft touch. He looks physically pained when he's not allowed to reach for Pietro and he can see already that they have their favourites.
"He's supposed to be able to soothe himself," he tells Charles crossly when he catches the telepath in the act.
Charles at least has the decency to look guilty and despite himself, Erik finds he's swayed by the picture they make. Pietro is sleeping contentedly, looking for all the world like he's exactly where he's supposed to be. He has a curl of dark hair grasped tightly in his tiny fist and Charles is holding him ever so carefully against his shoulder whilst trying his best to appear chagrined. It seems pointless to move him now, settled as he is. So in the end Erik rolls his eyes, shakes his head in despair and exits the room to the sound of Charles' delighted laughter.
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