Fic: One-Way Ticket On A Runaway Train - Chapter Nine
A couple of weeks later:
Rogue was now four and a half months pregnant and simply unbuttoning her pants and wearing her shirts untucked, was no longer doing the trick. It was time to breakdown and buy some actual maternity clothes. Kitty went on-line to research some stores in New York and armed with the Professor’s credit card, Scott’s credit card and a wad of cash from Logan, the girls drove into the city and hit the stores with a vengeance. They blazed a trail through Pumpkin Maternity’s new 2,000 square foot store, because as Jubilee pointed out, any store that’s been featured in Vogue, Glamour and Harper’s Bazaar was the place to shop and then it was off to wreak havoc at A Pea In The Pod, because that’s where all the celebrities shop, don’t you know? So now Rogue owned the same outfit Cindy Crawford wore on the cover of Fit Pregnancy. The store called Mom’s Night Out featured what Kitty referred to as ‘dress up’ clothes and even featured a bridal section where Rogue pantomimed ‘walking-down-the-aisle’ hugely pregnant. Finally, taking a breather to let the credit cards cool off, they stopped at the Russian Tea Room for a much needed break.
“Wow, you made out like a bandit, chica. Maybe I should get one of them to knock me up,” Jubilee joked, as she surveyed the numerous packages surrounding them.
“The Professor does have the best credit limit,” Rogue teased.
“I can just imagine it now, Jubes climbing into the old coot’s wheelchair and straddling him,” Kitty chuckled.
“Well, glad you can picture that - blech,” Jubilee responded, mocking a shudder.
All three burst out laughing simultaneously.
“So, have you given any thought to what mutations the baby might inherit?” Kitty asked, becoming serious again.
“Hank’s not sure right now. Unfortunately, there’s no definitive test available yet. It could be either or even both - poor little thing. Or he could even manifest his own ‘gift’ totally unrelated to either of us. Anyway, we shouldn’t have to worry about that for a while, and maybe by then we’ll have learned how to manage our powers better.”
“Both of your mutations kinda suck. No offense, Rogue,” Jubilee stated.
“None taken. I’m just glad I got mine under control so I can at least touch my own baby. Hank’s been doing some research in connection to Scott’s, to see if there’s something that can be done surgically.”
“You mean there’s a possibility that Scott won’t have to wear the glasses and can actually see like everyone else? What does he say about all that?” Jubilee asked.
“Well, he’s trying real hard not to get his hopes up, but I know he’s excited.”
“I wonder what color his eyes are?” Kitty murmured wistfully, her hand resting cradled in her palm.
“You really need to do something about making that fantasy of yours come true, Kitty. This mooning all the time is getting downright pathetic,” Jubilee teased.
Kitty added more sugar to her ice tea. “He just thinks of me as this klutzy little kid who’s a lousy driver and a semi-decent roller blade instructor. You’ve seen the women he’s been going out with …older, glamorous types, not virginal teenagers.”
“Yeah, apparently, he worked out that particular kink with our little Rogue here,” Jubilee chuckled and then realized how bad that sounded, “Sorry, Rogue.”
“No problem, Jubes. How’s your love life by the way?” she teased right back.
“It sucks! Remember that lame ass I went out with last Friday? Well, we’re parked up at Lookout Point and I’d just given him a real decent blowjob and he refuses to return the favor! Says he doesn’t like the taste. So I tell him, ‘What do you think I was just licking, Baskin Robbins newest flavor?’ What an asshole.”
“Is Scott circumcised?” Kitty inquired.
“WHAT? What the hell kinda question is that?” Rogue asked, stunned.
“Well, didn’t you look at it?” Kitty continued.
“Yeah, Rogue did you get a good look at his baby-making plumbing or were the lights off?” Jubilee asked, cracking up.
“Honestly, Kitty, why don’t you just find out for yourself?” Rogue suggested.
“She wants to know if it’s worth the effort to drop her panties,” Jubilee giggled.
Rogue gestured a size with her hands, while grinning wickedly.
“Worth the effort,” Jubilee announced to Kitty.
“Oh God,” Kitty groaned as she dropped her head to the table.
“If you weren’t exaggerating, I think you just scared her,” Jubilee told Rogue.