Kurt had yet to actually speak with the woman. Moira wasn't sure when he would, but she didn't want to force it either. He would do it when he was ready.

Wanda had still not been around. Kurt had gone to the manor to check on her, but had been turned away. Apparently, she was in isolation, but they didn't understand why. It made Moira worry, especially since her discussion with her. Since she was no longer around, Kurt began to hang out more with Pietro. The two of them and Marie had become a solid group, always hanging around the pool at their house on warm days.

One day, only a few weeks shy of Kurt's fourteenth birthday, Pietro showed up at the house with a sad look on his face. He didn't have anything to say to Moira or Azazel, but went to find Kurt. The boys hung out for a few hours, but when Pietro left, Kurt's disposition seemed to sour. At dinner, he seemed to just push his food around, uninterested in eating it.

"What's up angel?" Moira asked him. She worried about what may have happened earlier when Pietro stopped by.

"Wanda's leaving," he said with a frown.

"Where's she going?" Christine asked.

Kurt shrugged. "I dunno," he sighed. "She got her powers, but they're hard to control. So they're sending her somewhere to get help."

Moira frowned at him. She didn't understand, how a mutant could have powers uncontrollable in that way. "I'm sorry to hear that, angel," she said.

"Don't call me that," Kurt countered, changing the subject.

"What?" she furrowed her brow.

"Angel," he told her. "It's a baby name."

She looked to her husband, then back to her son. "It's not a baby name. It's what you are, you're my angel."

"No, I'm not," he said back, pushing his plate away. "I'm not an angel. I don't look like an angel. So don't call me an angel! It's a stupid fucking name."

Moira's eyes widened, and Azazel growled at the boy. "Do not use language at your mother."

"Whatever," the boy stood. "I'm going to bed." With a huff, he stormed out of the room.

"He's got an attitude," Christine chimed in.

"Christine," Moira said. "Don't start." She looked to where the boy had disappeared to. Her teenager.

~&Q~

A few days later, he'd calmed over the situation. Moira made an effort to no longer call him angel, though it made her sad. It seemed like they were growing up and changing so quickly.

Wanda was gone, and it still effected Kurt. He was sad over it, but he found solace in hanging out with Pietro and Marie. Irene and Marie, it turned out, were there to stay. Mystique was in and out, but mostly out. Kurt still had yet to speak with her.

Genosha was turning out to be a boon for her family. Whereas she still did not feel like she fit in anywhere here, at least her children were safe and happy and leading a normal life.

Today, they were out, all three of them. Azazel came up behind Moira as she put away dishes and put his arms around her, nuzzling her neck. "Hello love," she smiled.

"Hello," he greeted, kissing her. "Was thinking," he began. "We still have not broken in the pool."

She lifted a brow, and turned around, putting her arms around her neck. "You're right."

With a smirk, he teleported them. They stood at the side of the pool, beginning to strip each other's clothing off. She leaned in to kiss him, once fully out of their clothes, pressing her body against his. His hands roamed over her, and she watched as he ran them over the stretch marks that still striped her stomach, proof of her three pregnancies. They moved up to cup her breasts, which sagged just a bit lower than they had the first time they'd ever made love. Her own hands moved up to run through his hair, the salt and pepper of his sideburns moving down to his beard. He smiled, and she took in the crows feet at the corners of his eyes.

Thirteen years now. It had been thirteen long years they'd been together. Nine of which they'd been married. Almost an entire decade as husband and wife, which had been filled with incredible things. Happy times, the births of their daughters. Hard times, losing their son. But as she took him in, the man she'd pledged her life to, there was no one else on Earth she'd want to share those times with. And no one else she'd rather grow old with.

~&Q~

FIN

And that, as they say, is that! I want to thank all of you who have stuck with me through this fic and the one that came before it. It's been incredible writing this, and traveling the world while I did. I managed to keep this up while finding small holes with wifi all over the Caribbean and South America. It's been a year now since I started writing this, and I never expected it to become as big as it has.

That being said - bum bum bum - there is a third fic! I'll be posting the first chapter soonish, once I come up with a title. It will be the last in the story of Moira, Azazel and their unlikely family. That one might be the toughest coming, as I've struggled the most with it. But I plan to see this through to the end.

Again, thanks so much for sticking with me :). Please let me know what you think!