She giggled, kissing his cheek before heading down the hall. "Go ahead I'll be down in a couple mins." She waved before closing the door behind her.

"Damn hormones..." Having Pietro so close to her didn't help calm herself down..

By the time she had finished and got dress several people had already finished dinner. "Sorry," She said sitting down, "Had to change clothes.."

Pietro didn't make it down until after Ciara had her food even. He took a deep calming breath before entering the room, just as Eric was cleaning up his plate. Magneto smiled at his son and Pietro just stopped, turned and left again. Evidently he was not ready for that yet.

Ciara sighed, "Well... got him cleaned up and down stairs..." She sipped on her tea before making up a plate up for him. "I'll go give him-" Ciara grabbed a hold of the table as she felt a little dizzy and... sleepy?

She looked across the table where Hank was sitting, "You drugged my tea didn't you?" She asked, sitting back down.

"You need to rest" Beast replied sincerely.

"I can take it to him" Eric offered.

"Probably not the best idea right now" Phil commented, "considering what you did to break him out of his shell."

"I know he's mad at me" Eric sighed, "but maybe if I..."

"Take Ciara to bed" Beast told him, "Give Pietro some space, I'll bring him his meal"

"I had a nap today."She whined, pushing her chair back lazily, "You were awesome today Papa. You were right... It wasn't a very nice way of doing it but you did it. Thank you... Now pick up the drugged pregnant Ginger so she may plot her revenge in bed."

Magneto waved his hand and the wheelchair began moving down the hall as he walked behind it, bringing her to her room and tucking her into bed. "Goodnight my dear" he kissed her forehead, "sleep well."

She yawned, "Nighty Night Papa...Thank you again..." She mumbled as she drifted off to sleep.

Over the next couple of weeks, Ciara gain a good chuck of her mobility back but still got tired quickly. Eric had assigned Mystique and Sabertooth as 'body guards.' Mostly to help her around, run to the store if she needed anything and... guard from afar.

Ciara was going through crazy mood swings, one min she was wanted to be alone the next she wanted in a certain someone's pants. But she kept those needs to herself. Pietro was having enough issues, she couldn't ask him to put out for her. It was getting rather ridiculous the intensity these waves came on.

She sat in the garden under a tree, a blanket over her legs as she read a book titled:
Fifty Shades of Grey, and another bookBelly Laughs: The Naked Truth about Pregnancy and Childbirth lay beside her.

((AAhhhh she's reading the forbidden book! XD lawls. Fifty shades of grey.))

Mystique at least was able to blend in with the crowd, so Ciara got to feel more like she was on her own. When Sabertooth was there however... he was very obvious.

Pietro was slowly coming out of his shell. It wasn't easy, getting him to leave his room. He'd spent the last while holed up in one place and it almost felt wrong to be able to explore again. Still, little by little he strayed further away from his room, though he was clearly still pissed off at his dad and tended to avoid him.
The one place that Pietro went consistently nowadays was his sewing room. He finally felt at home when he went there, and it gave him a chance to work on some new clothes for Ciara. That gave him purpose, finding new designs for a pregnant body and it always brought a smile to his face to be able to get back to work. Not mention the few side projects he'd started up, making a baby girl and baby boy's wardrobes.
He may have been going a little overboard.




((I've had half a bottle of wine. I really hope my post was all goodzorz. Had to check it over a couple times. Why did my friend let me drink half a bottle?! Weeeeeeee bed.))

((LOL. No it's good. Yeah, she's trying to find other ways to please the beast inside xD))

Ciara wandered downstairs and rapped on the door frame before entering, "Hey Speedy, what ya up to?"

"Ci!" Pietro smiled, speeding over immediately to give her a kiss and poke her belly lightly, something that he was enjoying immensely every time he saw her. "You've got to see what I have for you!" he exclaimed excitedly, zipping back over to a large circle of female mannequins, "This one you've got your little black dress, also looks good with these super stretchy tights-AND after the kids you can still wear it cuz of the empire waist, it'll just be more flowy. This one I had the fabric made specially, just feel it, Egyptian silk" he showed her a dress that went from a royal blue at the top to a brilliant emerald at the bottom, "oh, and I know you don't wanna wear dresses aaalll the time, so I also made maternity pants! Looky, secret pockets and a pair of velcro shoes that don't look like velcro shoes"

Ciara giggled and twitched away when he poked her. It was becoming a sort of ritual when she saw him. She followed him around, running her hands along the fabrics.

She was rather amazed at all of these. "I've never seen such wonderfully done maternity wear... It's PERFECT!" She jumped him, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him more passionately then she had planned.

Pietro blushed a bit but gladly kissed her back, "I guess you like them" he chuckled and picked her up, setting her down on one of the cutting tables, "Then you'll love this." he zipped into the back room and came out with a bunch of little baby boy and girl outfits.

"Awwwwww, look at the little tiny shoes and onies!" Ciara couldn't believe how adorable all the little outfits were. She praised each and every single one, from the selected colours, to the designs, to the fact that these ones would make them look like little baby animals.

"They're wonderful, Speedy. They're going to love them." She praised before grabbing Pietro by the arm and pinning him down on the cutting table among the baby clothes. "Could you be anymore adorably amazing?" She asked before starting to nibble on his neck.

"woah!" Pietro fell back with her on top of him, "I... uhh... heh... jury's still out on that one" he managed to wiggle out from under her and awkwardly gave her a kiss on the forehead, "y'know, we should go see a movie or something-or swimming! It's a really nice day out today"

Ciara blinked and sat back on her knees, "Yeah... sure... I'm. I think.." She was looking down at her lap, trying to keep it together. She took deep breaths. Keep it together... don't mood swing. DON'T MOOD SWING

Pietro shifted awkwardly, "no-I'm sorry, please" he rubbed her shoulders, "everything's okay-look baby clothes!" he picked up a onesie and made it dance around in front of her.

She laughed a little bit at the clothes before putting a hand up and pushing the dancing clothes to the table. "Pietro. I know you're recovering but..." She looked up at him not able to take it anymore, "But I've been in heat for the last 2 weeks and nothing I do makes it go away." She sniffed, "Andyouwon'teventouchmeandIknowwhybutImissyou...al lofyou."

Pietro sighed, hanging his head, "I know... I'm sorry... I just... I can't get it all out of my head."

"Iknow.Andit'sreallyterribleofme...But I...I can't be around you like this." Her face was flushed and her face was becoming a hot mess. She wiggled to the side of the cutting table and hopped down and very badly, attempted to run out of the room.

Pietro frowned, watching her sort-of-run for a moment before zipping over in front of her to block her path with a super hug, "Okay, so I'ma jerk" he stated, "maybe we can start over... slowly? Just... I dunno. snuggle?"

"I...I'd like that."She moved in close, calming her sniffles, "Very much please."

"Okay" he nodded, stroking her hair, "lets do that then"

The two of them cuddled on the cutting board, playing with all the baby clothes that Pietro had made. It was really nice. Finally able to at least be close to him. They even ended up going swimming that day.

It was about 10pm when a knock came to Pietro's door.

Pietro yawned, he'd had a fairly eventful day with Ciara and now he was ready to pass out. "Yeah?" he opened the door

There stood Ciara in a long flowing turquoise night gown, her hair tied back in a loose braid, holding onto a frilly purple pillow. She looked up rather shyly, "Oh umm... Hi... I... I was wondering if I could... maybe sleep in here?" She shifted back and forth nervously, "I mean, no funny stuff... I just... it's harder to sleep without you near..." She spoke rather softly.