She pouted, leaning against the wall, "But Wolfie, I can barely walk as it is." She slipped onto his back, which felt really weird with a baby bump. "Bye everyone!" She waved as they headed out.

Logan carried her out and brought her home.

"Thanks Wolfie. Glad to see you're doing alright for yourself."

"Course I am" Logan walked her to the door and ruffled her hair, "You take care now." he waved on his way back.

"I miss seeing you around." She smiled and waved, "Bye Wolfie! Thanks again." Ciara turned then paused, looking out into the night air before closing the door behind her. FUnny... She thought she saw someone moving in the dark... Must just be her imagation.

She waddled her way down to Pietro's sewing room, "I'm home. <3"

Pietro zipped over to her and grabbed her, spinning Ciara around in a circle, "oh jeeze, that's getting harder to do" he laughed as he set her down again, "and still you look radiant" he kissed her.

She giggled in joy, "True but I still enjoy the attempt." She kissed him back and ran her hand through his hair. "Look... I have giant feet." She pointed, "I didn't think they could get that big... Mind you, it's getting harder to see them."

The camera crew hid quietly in the dark, video taping the couple from the hallway.

"Ah, I have something for that" Pietro sat her on one of the cutting tables, zipping away and coming back with a pair of fuzzy slippers. He put them on her feet and they felt like clouds of pure joy. "There's a little button on the side" he explained, "this makes them warm, this makes them cold"

Ciara pushed the button and she was in heaven, "Oh gods yes!"She moaned. She grabbed a hold of him and pinned him to the table, "You know what this means?...SILLY KISSES!" She cheered kissing him in quick little pecks all over.

The camera crew entered the first room. Gordan narrating quietly, "This must be where the handsome lad has been hiding but... is this not a sewing room? Who would have thought such a macho looking man could be into..." Gordan gasped, and moved the crew over to a maniquin, all of them were kneeling. "Oh my goodness. Have you every seen such craftsmanship?" He admired the handwork on a dress. "Who would have thought such raw talent hid below this very mansion. Though I'm sure you viewers were thinking Magneto had skulls in his basement.. Looks like we were all wrong on that front."

Pietro laughed and began tickling her in response, "You know it's killing me to not know what your wedding dress is gonna look like. Are you sure I can't just make it for you?" he whined.

She slapped his hands away, "You know the Groom can't see the Bride in her gown till the day of the wedding. Or the gown. Besides, we still have to figure out WHEN we're gonna have the wedding. But first things first...." She lay her head in his lap, "What colours should we do? I was thinking teal might be nice.."

Gordan lead the ninja camera crew around the edge of the room, commenting on every piece they came across. "Eat your heart out Broadway. This kid makes you all look like slackers."

"Actually I started a portfolio" Pietro smiled, "Hang on" he quickly ran to the other room and came back with a large binder of things, "Let's see, the teal spread is section three" he flipped to it, showing her a variety of fabric swatches and design ideas for the bridesmaids, best man and groom. "I also have a blue and green theme, blue and purple, and I tried red but it doesn't seem quite right to me. We both tend to look better in cool colours"

"We both had teal in our costumes when back in high school." She pointed out, resting against him. "We could do the teal as the pop colour and then have lighter accents. Like pink or purple... Also, how LONG have you been planning our wedding?" She asked teasingly.

Gordan and the crew made it into the other room and Gordan was taken away by all the gowns, the shirts, the shoes. And you could tell he'd made them all because there was some pieces that hadn't been finished yet. "Never in all my years have I seen such a gifted young person."

"Pfft, not that long" Pietro replied, "Just... y'know, since I bought the ring." he blushed a little. It was then that he noticed the camera crew and his face visibly paled, "no... hell no"

Ciara looked over as well, "What? What's- Oh my god. GORDAN!" She yelled.

Gordan straightened up and so did the crew much like a child being caught stealing a cookie from the cookie jar. "Ah. Miss McCoy. Ahem." He approached the two. " Never. I mean never in all my years I have seen such brilliance and perfect craftsmanship. Quick Silver, are you the fine Tailor who made all of these remarkable splendid works of art?"

Pietro was in shocked silence for a few moments, "I... This area is private! Off Limits! WAS THE SECRET ENTRANCE NOT CLUE ENOUGH?! Half these designs aren't anywhere near ready to be seen by people yet" he snapped angrily, "Shut that off" he put his hand in front of the camera, "I haven't even cuffed the suits yet, JEEZE MAN HAVE YOU NO DECENCY?!" Pietro ran around, throwing fabric over his designs.

"You left us no choice, you rascal you. Hiding yourself away like this. We could never get an interview with you. Or any footage of what you're doing now that you're here on Genosha." He crossed his arms, "How am I suppose to tell the story of how a high school tough guy out turned into a young Michael Angelo and won the heart of the love of his life without any decent footage of you other than from afar?!"

"I WAS WORKING UP TO IT!" Pietro snapped in reply, pointing to one particular suit in Gordan's size that wasn't finished yet, "FYI, I've kinda been through the shitty ringer lately. I was barely at the point of leaving the house when you guys showed up so yeah, I was avoiding you. Oh and not to mention it was hard enough letting all of genosha in on my secret let alone now the rest of the freaking world!" he got in Gordan's face, "I've been doing this for years but do you have any idea the type of ridicule a guy gets for making clothes? Well where the hell do you think the brotherhood got their outfits from? Do you think any store in the world sells shirts big enough for the Blob? I've been working my ass off for the chance to become the next Loui Vuitton-though to be quite honest I found some of his recent works a bit tacky-and now you've barged in here and ruined it!"

Gordan took a step back. "Jeff, give me the tape."
"But sir-"
"Jeff." Jeff opened open the camera and handed him the tape.
Gordan, even though he didn't want to, dropped the tape and crushed it under his foot. Destroying the evidence. "Pietro, if I may call you by your first name... Perhaps we can reschedule? When your works are complete?"

Pietro sighed and took a step back, collecting himself, "That would be preferable." he replied once he had calmed down. "If you leave me alone I can have it finished in two days." he looked back at Ciara apologetically, "We'll have to reschedule tomorrow's lunch if that's alright."

Gordan nodded and him and his crew headed out.

"Alright, you can make it up to me right now." She wrapped her arms around him and gave him a kiss, "Have I ever said how sexy it is when you take charge?"

Pietro groaned a little, "Seriously? I can't believe how embarrassed I am right now" he whined, glancing over to the far wall, "yikes, we left the queen biotch out"

She took a hold of his chin and made him look at her, "But even though you were embarrassed beyond believe, you stood up for yourself and took charge. I think Gordan was gonna cry when he crushed that tape." She kissed his nose, "OH shit you're right!" She covered her mouth. "At least she doesn't have all the knives in her.... I think I know what's missing from her." She hopped down and headed over and drew a large mustache on her, "There.... much better."

Pietro laughed, "You know I completely forgot that she had one of those. You're right, now it looks just like her."

"I know right?" She laughed as well.

*
Luke pouted, "But I don't wanna have a babysitter."
"We've talked about this Luke. You've not old enough to stay here by yourself."
"But-"
"No butts. You like Charles remember?"
Luke seemed to be in a mood. He was having problems with some kids again. And Violet was having second thoughts about the cooking class.