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A week later, Kitty and the twins were released with a clean bill of health. It was pure chaos as they made it back home. There were people coming in and out of the house to see Cady and Max, Lily was even bossier than usual, Soleil had a slight head cold and was devastated she had to stay away from the babies, and Romany couldn't stop gushing over the adorable little niece and nephew she now 'owned'. Sitting in the study, Kitty was silently crying as Max latched onto her swollen breast; she had finished with Cady a few minutes earlier and the girl was sleeping in the bassinet beside her. Dr. Bader had told her to expect some postpartum depression, Kitty had even been prescribed some antidepressants...but her hormones were all over to place. Not to mention her breasts were raw from feeding, she could barely stand the pain. Sniffling, she stared out the window for a long moment before leaning back again, wiping her tears as she did so. Everything was such a mess...especially her.

Peter was in a state only slightly better than the one Kitty was in. He was constantly hounded by well-wishers and the maids to make sure EVERYTHING was alright for the babies. Apparently Kitty was too depressed for them to ask her, so they came to him. He'd told them for the hundredth time to go ask Lily. The woman was a grandmother by now, and she knew what to do when it came to babies. He constantly had to remind Romany that she didn't 'own' the babies. They were his and Kitty's, and they weren't possessions to claim ownership of. That didn't stop her though. And to top it all off, he had a very depressed wife to try and placate. Walking into the study that Kitty was using as a feeding room on this floor, Peter smiled at her and the babies, "Hey there, beautiful."

Sniffling again, Kitty looked up as Peter came into the room, "I don't feel very beautiful." She said softly, cradling Max close as she looked down at him. The first day after the birth, she hadn't even wanted to hold the babies...Peter had been very worried but Dr. Bader told him it was normal. Things had improved since then, but Kitty still felt terrible. "Did you get that teething gel BellaDonna recommended?" Belle told her that breastfeeding was painful...Kitty thought she meant just a little discomfort; not burning, stinging pain. The teething gel was to numb the nipple so at least Kitty could bear it and it was safe for babies, "Or something like it?"

Peter walked into the room and ran a hand over her head. "You are beautiful to me, no matter what." He gave her a soft kiss and then reached into his pocket. He pulled out the gel BellaDonna had recommended and held it out to her. "Here you go, love. Sorry I was too late for this feeding, but at least you'll have it for later today, yeah?"

Accepting the tube, she placed it on the table beside the couch, "Thanks, love." She said softly and felt a rush of relief when she felt Maxwell pull away, resting his tiny head against her. Carefully standing up, she placed him in the bassinet next to his sister, kissing each baby before she moved over to Peter again, hugging him gently. "Did you have a nice afternoon?"

Peter let out a heavy sigh. "I swear I've had to tell every single one of the staff at least a hundred times that I don't know what things are safe to be around the babies. I keep sending them to Lily; she is a grandmother after all and would know better than I would. But they keep coming right back moments later with something else for me to look at." He wrapped his arms around her and held her close for a long moment, "Other then that, I've had a perfect day. How about you?"

Leaning against him, she closed her eyes, "Baby proofing the Chatsworth house...that's quite a project. I'm glad you're starting now, it shows you care." Of course he cared; she didn't know why she said it. "I'm still feeling off kilter," She said honestly, "I mean, I took my medicine this morning and I was feeling good but I'm still weepy, I'm still feeling raw and tender." Looking over at the babies again, she frowned softly, "I'm a bad mother." Tears began to burn faster down her cheeks, "I must be!"

Peter grasped her face in his hands and softly made her look at him. "You are not a bad mother. Dr. Bader said it herself, every mother goes through this. It's postpartum depression. You'd be weird if you didn't go through it. Even Belladonna and Laura went through it, yeah? And look at them, they're great mothers." He ran his thumbs over her cheeks to wipe away her tears, and then pressed a kiss to her lips.

"But they're older than I was, Belle was nearly thirty when Soleil was born and Laura was around there too...I'm twenty-four, Peter." She sniffled and met his eyes, "They must've had more experience or something. I don't know what to do..." He wiped away her tears and kissed her softly, which made her feel a lot better. "I just feel like I don't understand them...what if they need something and I can't give it to them? So far I can feed them and change their diapers and hold them...what if something went wrong? How would I know?"

Peter smiled softly at her. "How does any new mother know? I've never heard of there being a handbook issued out with each baby. You learn as you go, love. And if you really need help, you ask BellaDonna, or Laura. Or better yet, ask Lily. She birthed near five children herself and has over ten grandchildren now. If she doesn't know what to do, then it's a lost cause. You're not alone in this, love. We're all here to help you."

Sighing, she nodded, "I love you Peter. And I know that I'm not alone...I'm just...I'm afraid that I'll do something wrong or not do something and they'll suffer for it. There are just too many books out there that say different things. One book says let your baby cry himself out, another say rock him to sleep. I just don't know...I don't like when Cady and Max cry, I want to hold them until they sleep. But what if I'm doing them a disservice?" Tears built behind her eyes, "That's why I think I'm a terrible mother! I don't know what to do...I always thought I'd just catch on..."

Peter sighed and sat down in a chair. He reached out and pulled Kitty into his lap. "See this here. What I'm doing? You're crying, and I'm holding you, loving you, and letting you cry yourself out at the same time. Letting you know you aren't alone." He smiled at her and rubbed her back. "Am I doing you a disservice? I like to think not. So why can't it be the same for our babies? If you want to hold them when they cry, then hold them. I was always told that nothing compares to maternal instinct. I think you should follow your heart and bullocks to the rest."

Closing her eyes, she relished in the feeling of his arms around her. She smiled softly as he spoke, "Maybe you're right...I need to do what's right for our children. So far they're wonderful babies. I mean, I could do without the four in the morning feeding but I don't even mind that so much." Kissing his lips chastely, she rested her forehead against his, "So, love, where you this morning? I got up to feed the babies at around seven and you were already up and about. Did you take Soleil to Hyde Park?"

Peter nodded. "Yeah, I took her out there. She's still a little under the weather, so she couldn't do everything that she wanted to, but she had fun none the less. Besides, I told her not doing everything you want to the first time gives you an excuse to go back again." He chuckled a bit and closed his eyes. "You know, if you want to...you can put some o' your milk in some bottles in the fridge. Then when the twins get fussy at night, if you're too tired to get up, I can do it, and just heat the milk up and feed them from a bottle."

Kissing him softly again, she smiled, "You're so good with her...you're such a wonderful father." Peter had been so very supportive these past few weeks with the birth and her buggy pregnancy hormones and now her new mommy hormones. He'd stuck by her through it all and she loved him all the more for it. "I bought you something and I wanted to give it to you on Father's day...but I'm not exactly sure when Father's day is in England." Standing up, she made her way over to the other side of the room. It was still a little awkward for her to move, her body was not back to normal just yet. Inside the package was a tie that she had seen online when ordering baby clothes. It was black silk and had that word 'dad' emblazoned on it in many different colors, "From all of us."

Peter chuckled softly at the tie. He was renowned for only wearing black ties, and this was close enough. "Well then, I'll have to put it on." He quickly undid his tie, and slipped the new one on. A quick knot later and he was now sporting a multi-colored 'Dad' across his chest. "I love it." He stood up and gave Kitty a kiss, before leaning over to kiss both the twins in their little beds. "Thank you."

"Oh, it looks fantastic," She said, clapping her hands together softly as he changed the black tie to his new one. "But I think it's a good idea you won't be going on assassinations anymore, this tie isn't exactly the kind to strike fear into people's hearts." Chuckling softly, she grabbed the baby monitor as she stifled a yawn, "Are you up for a little nap before I have to feed the babies again? I'm tired..."

Peter nodded and swept her off her feet. It was the first time in a long time that his back didn't hurt doing it. "I think a nap is very much in order." He carried her out of the room, stopping to tell one of the maids that they had the baby monitor but she should check in on the babies anyway just in case. Once that was done, Peter carried Kitty to their room and set her on the bed. Crawling beside her after kicking off his shoes, Peter smirked. "If only Dr. Bader had given us clearance already. I guess I'll just have to settle for snogging you senseless before we go to sleep."

Chuckling, she kissed him deeply, letting her hands run through his hair as he laid her back on the bed. After a few more moments she snuggled against his chest and closed her eyes, "I love you Peter." With the exhaustion of the last few weeks, she was instantly asleep, resting against his chest, her breathing even. As tired as she was, she was never happier with her lot in life. She was a wife, a mother, and a woman who was loved.

Peter smiled at the thorough kissing he received. He snuggled in next to Kitty, pulling her body flush with his own. "I love you, too." As she drifted off to sleep, Peter couldn't help but think of how life had changed for him. One day he was a wanted man, a spy and assassin on the run from just about every government in the world for murders he didn't commit. Now, his name was cleared, his sister was free and as recovered as was humanly possible, he was married to a woman who stole his breath away with every look, and he had two beautiful babies with her. Life was perfect. Now if only Kitty's depression would go away. He closed his eyes after placing a kiss to his sleeping wife's lips, and then settled down for a small nap. With in moments he was asleep as well.

If there was one thing that Peter Wisdom was sure of about his twin son, it was this: Maxwell hated flying. There was no way that Peter could imagine him manifesting flight powers with as much fuss as he'd been putting up since they had all boarded the Blackbird three hours ago. Kitty had lucked out and started watching over Cady, but Peter was stuck with Max who thought he'd give them his rendition of 'Leaving on a Jet Plane'. As he was only a couple months old, that rendition included a lot of wails and fussy sounds. Sighing, Peter rocked his son gently and tried to make calming noises. He was getting no where with the boy, and he was out of options save one. Reaching into the baby bag, Peter pulled out a bottle and Max immediately latched on. "Ugh, why couldn't you have just said, 'da' I'm hungry,' in the first place?" He smiled at the boy who opened one eye to look at him.

After a quick feeding, followed by a burping, Max nodded off to sleep, Peter walked over to Kitty and sat the boy down in his travel seat, "Finally! We need to make up signs for them, and teach them which ones to hold up at times. I don't care what that bloody book that Lily gave us says...The 'I'm Hungry' cry, sounds exactly like the 'Change My Nappy' cry, sounds exactly like the 'You're a Right Git and Leave Me Alone' cry." Sitting down next to his wife, Peter took one of her hands in his. "How's Cady doing with the trip so far?"

Cady had slept like an angel the entire way. Kitty had fed her right before they left, giving her a bottle to help alleviate some of the pressure on her ears and the girl hadn't moved since. She felt bad for Peter who had Maxwell, the fussier of the twins. It was very easy to see, even at three months old, that the twins had very distinct, separate personalities. Cady was the leader, the independent one, and she was a mama's girl. Maxwell on the other hand was the curious one, very loving, and he preferred daddy to mommy. No matter what both parents loved their children deeply and the twins knew that above all else.

Adjusting the shoulder of the dress she wore, Kitty smiled. For the first time since the twins were born she was back to her thin self again. No, she didn't wear a size zero anymore but she happily fit into a size six and wasn't going to be complaining at all. "Cady's out like a light," Gently running her fingers over her daughter's dusty blonde hair, she smiled and walked over to where Peter had just put Max down. "I've gotten used to their cries at least. They're all subtly different," Leaning over, she kissed him gently. "Are you excited to be going back to America?"

Peter grinned and returned her kiss. He was glad that at least one of the twins had been nice enough to not fuss, even if he'd been stuck with the fussy one. "It'll be nice. I know Romany's looking forward to it. Soleil on the other hand is caught up between whether to be excited to return...or fear her mother's wrath when she gets there." He chuckled a bit while looking over at the girl sleeping in the row behind them, her head in Romany's lap. "But, I'm not as excited to return…as I am to do this." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a two inch long, black velvet box. He held it out to her, "Happy birthday, from me and the twins." Inside was a platinum bracelet with the words 'World's Greatest Mom' inscribed on it. "We were going to give that to you together, but I see the little traitors decided to go to sleep and leave me to do it myself." He gave the sleeping babies a playful glare.

Kitty blushed profusely as she opened the box to find a beautiful platinum bracelet. Tears shone in her eyes, "I almost thought you'd forgotten!" She threw her arms around him, kissing his cheeks and face. "Oh Peter, it's so beautiful." She took it out of the box and carefully clasped it around her wrist. Leaning over, she gave each of the sleeping babies a soft kiss on the head. "Thank you, love. It's one of the best gifts I've ever received."

Peter grinned and returned the kiss. "That also doubles as an anniversary present. Crazy to think about, one year ago today I woke up in a cell in the basement of Xavier's Mansion, and he brought you in to be my guard." Shaking his head at the oddity of it all, he smiled at her. "But, I wouldn't trade a day of it." He leaned back into the chair he was in and closed his eyes. "I need a nap, Maxwell wore me out. Wake up when we get close, if I'm not up then, yeah?" He went silent after that before popping one eye open to look at her. "Oh...Almost forgot. I love you." He leaned over and captured her lips in a passionate kiss.

"And as I recall, you didn't like me very much then," She teased, snuggling in beside him as she smiled. "And I'm sill bubbly and overbearing...but I think that's why you love me." Chuckling, she rested her head against his shoulder, "I wouldn't trade any minute of my life with you." He mentioned a nap and she couldn't agree more; she was tuckered out from midnight feedings and not sleeping enough. She needed to take advantage of every second she could. "Goodnight, Peter...and I love you too." Kissing him deeply once more, she laid her head against his shoulder. Kitty didn't even move again until she felt Soleil poking her in the side, telling her that they'd landed and the babies were starting to fuss.

Peter had been out like a light the moment that Kitty had gone down as well. It was a much needed rest, but it seemed all too short. Soleil had poked him in the side about an hour before they landed, telling him that Maxwell had woken up and was fussing with Aunt Romany. Peter carefully shifted to make sure Kitty stayed asleep; seeing as she was still breastfeeding and got up with the twins at all hours of the night, she needed the sleep more than he did. Once she was repositioned, Peter made his way over to relieve his sister of the fussy boy. He started to feed him from a bottle, checking quickly to make sure that Cady was still asleep. After giving the tiny girl a quick kiss on the forehead, he sat back down with Max in tow, and started to play little games with him, like peek-a-boo.

Kitty woke slowly, yawning as she did so. "Oh jeez," She said, looking at her watch, "I can't believe I slept so long." She smiled over at Peter as he was playing peek-a-boo with Max. Slightly stiff, Kitty sat up with a yawn before picking Cady up out of her travel seat, "Hello my pretty girl," She whispered as the girl's clear blue eyes opened up. Kitty was rewarded with a tiny baby smile that melted her heart. Some of the X-men came on to help with bags and to give hugs, Kitty stuck close to Peter though, "Come on love, let's go greet everyone."

Peter regretfully had to stop playing peek-a-boo with Max. That didn't sit well with the boy who looked ready to fuss again. Peter placated that, by letting the boy gum his finger into submission. "Alright little man, let's go greet the world, yeah?" Peter gave Kitty a kiss as she and Cady joined Max and himself. "Did you sleep well? If you'd have been out any longer I was going to play with Cady and see if I couldn't trick her into being a daddy's girl instead of a mommy's girl from now on." He smiled down at his daughter and leaned over to kiss her nose. "Hello my princess."

Cady giggled and gurgled, her baby smile inciting even Maxwell to start smiling as well. Kitty smiled softly, "I think they're glad to be on the ground...although with jet lag, they'll probably be really cranky tomorrow. Dr. Bader said not to worry though, it passes quickly for babies because they really have no sense of night and day yet, they just know when they're hungry." As soon as they stepped off the plane, they were met with happy smiling faces. BellaDonna was chastising Soleil something fierce but she managed to wave and smile as Kitty and Peter came down. Laura, holding her brand new baby boy, Matthew Alexander Summers and Gabriel snuggling Owen close. Even Piotr came down, speaking quietly with Bobby and Jubilee by the door. "Wow, this is quite a turnout," Kitty said with a chuckle, "I can't believe everyone is here."

Peter looked around as well. "Yeah, I didn't know we were this popular." It was then he remembered something. "Hey, remember when Bobby and Jubilee said they were going to wait to get married until you were able to come for the wedding?" He took in the faces of just about every X-Man. "You don't think that's why everyone showed up, do you? Maybe they figured...we're in town now, get hitched?"

"I think they're going to do it tomorrow afternoon out on the terrace. It's going to be a beautiful day. Besides, I don't know how much longer they want to wait. Jubes is really jealous of the babies," She chuckled and stood back to admire all the faces around her. Everyone seemed to have changed so much, Gabriel and Laura had a new baby too, born just two days before Cady and Maxwell, Remy and Belle's brood was bigger than ever, even Luc was toddling around now. "What do you say we hand off these babies to their Aunt Jubilee and Uncle Bobby and get settled in?"

Peter nodded and walked over to Jubes and Bobby. "I like that idea." As they approached, the anxious couple turned to greet them. Peter held out his nappy bag to Bobby, who took it with a questioning glance. He then handed over Max and smiled. "He's all yours for a bit. We're goin' to get settled in." Bobby looked in a funny at the boy, until he was gurgled at, and then he smiled. "See? He's taken a liking to you already. You'll do fine. Just support his head, or Kitty will snap your neck in your sleep."

Jubilee squealed as Kitty handed her the little girl, "Oh Kitty she's like...the cutest thing I ever saw! Even cuter than in her pictures and I'm still squealing over those!" Bobby gave a mock grimace and grunted as she slapped him, "Hey, what? I wasn't doing anything!" He leaned over and kissed her softly, nodding at Peter and supporting the baby's head as he cradled the little one to his chest. Immediately Jubilee pulled him away to sit down...he wasn't taking any chances.

Wrapping her, now free, arms around Peter she hugged Belle and Remy, gushing over the Summers' family and their newest addition, gave Piotr a nod, and finished saying her hellos to the professor, Ororo, and Logan. Before long, Peter was drawing her up the stairs to their room. As soon as the doors were closed, Kitty jumped up and wrapped her arms around him, kissing him passionately. "I have missed the feel of you."

Peter grinned and wrapped his arms around her, catching her in mid jump. He allowed her momentum to carry them back and then fell back on the bed so that she was on top of him, straddling his waist. "I've missed you too." He captured her lips in a passionate kiss and smiled at her. "Dr. Bader said it was okay now?" That was always his worry. The last stage of her pregnancy had been so chancy that he didn't want to hurt her. It had been so long since they were together, that Peter had felt like he was forgetting the feel of her body. He couldn't even remember when, or if, Dr. Bader had given them the green light. Every time they could almost get a chance to be together, one or both of the twins would get fussy and kill the night right there.

Kissing him darkly, she smiled as she began unbuttoning his shirt, "She gave me the all clear at my follow up appointment last week. The swelling has gone down enough now around my cervix for her to see that there was minimal tearing, everything is just fine. And that means we're in the clear...and I, for one, want to take full advantage." Pulling his shirt all the way off, she smiled into his kiss. "I love you."

"I love you too," As soon as his shirt was gone, Peter flipped them over so that he was on top, "My turn." His trailed down her sides to the hem of her shirt. Grasping the bottom edges, he lifted it up and over her head. He recaptured her lips and wrapped his arms around her body, pulling her against him. With a Snap-Hiss, a hot knife popped into one of his hands and sought the back of her bra. When she was about to protest, Peter grinned at her. "For old times sake."

Just like old times, Kitty laughed as he pushed her down beneath him again, her bra suddenly disappearing as he cut it away. "This one's a little more expensive though, love, this is my nursing bra." Oh well, what did she care? For him, she'd give up anything and everything. His hands peeled away her dress, his mouth seeking her flesh as he did so. She moaned slightly and arched up tease him. "Please," She whispered, her hands fumbling over his zipper, teasing him as she did it. "I want you."

Peter grinned and ground his hips into her briefly. "You always did know how to ask in just the right way." One hand came up to tease her breasts, gently as they were sometimes sore from feeding. He helped her work off his pants and quickly divested himself of them and his boxers. Once free of his constraints, Peter helped her to get rid of her knickers and then lined himself up. Slowly, to savor the feeling he'd missed for so long, Peter slid into her, relishing the warm feeling around him. "It's been too long."

Kitty's body had changed in a lot of ways, especially with pregnancy and childbirth. But the feeling of him, sliding between her legs after so long, the memory of him igniting so much passion within her. "I know," She rasped, kissing him hotly again as she kissed the bare flesh of his shoulders. Embarrassing as it was, the slightest touch of his fingers down her nipples caused them to leak and she blushed harder, "I think you better save that for when I'm not breastfeeding," She managed to get out. He still wasn't moving inside of her and it was driving her nuts. Undulating beneath him, she whispered in his ear, "Please, love, take me."

Peter smiled at the heady need present in her voice. He gave her a deep kiss as his hips slowly started to move back and forth in her. He set a steady pace, nothing too fast, nothing too slow. He wanted to enjoy the feeling of her all around him, but he didn't want to make the wait painful for either of them. His fingers trailed over her body, remembering every curve, and committing to memory any new ones left from her pregnancy. "You're still the sexiest woman in the world to me, love."

Moaning, she felt the world begin to blur as he pleasured her. It was slightly uncomfortable at first, getting used to having him within her, but he took it at the perfect pace for her. "I love you," She whispered as she felt her body tightening around him after being parted from him for so long. She cried his name, wrapping her arms tighter around him as she came. It was bliss...

Peter didn't last much longer than she did. It had been so long since they'd been together like this, his body was anxious. As she cried his name out and tightened around him with her orgasm, Peter felt the edge approaching himself. With a few quick, deep thrusts, he tumbled over the edge, spilling inside of her and barely holding himself up. "I love you, too." He stayed within her for a long moment, allowing them both to come down off the high they had thrown themselves into. As his body began to relax once more, Peter slowly slid out of her and rolled to the side, his arms wrapping around Kitty and pulling her against his body.

Sighing contentedly, she rested against him, smiling softly. "As always, you were wonderful love." She missed the feeling of his body; she missed how perfectly she felt wrapped in his arms. Having children was the most wonderful thing in the world...but it was hard on parents too. But she and Peter were still going strong, deeply in love. "What do you say we clean up a bit and head down to the danger room for a bit? I want to show you some of my new moves."

Peter chuckled. "You sure about that, love? So soon after giving birth, you don't think it might be a...little dangerous?" He wasn't trying to control her, he'd never do that. But, he worried about her. He wanted to make sure she was okay. After all, it was his job. To be the worrying father and husband. "If you're sure, then I'm all for it. I just want to make sure you aren't pushing yourself too hard, yeah?"

Kitty phased through the bed and moved to stand over him. "Oh come on now, it's just a bit of friendly fire between lovers. You can handle it, can't you?" She teased, pinching his bum ever so lightly before dashing into the bathroom before he had a chance to retaliate.

Peter grinned at her and stood up with a small yelp as she pinched his bum, "You little minx! Of course I can handle a little friendly fire. I just want to make sure that YOU can!" He approached the door to the bathroom and popped the lock to gain entrance. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he kissed her neck softly before turning on the shower water. A little friendly fire? Sounded like fun. This trip was turning out to be a great idea already. And no matter what life threw at them, as long as they had each other, Peter and Kitty could handle any kind of fire, friendly or otherwise.

Letting out a soft screech as he grabbed her again, she laughed and kissed him deeply, "Oh I can handle it love. I can handle anything you throw my way." Stepping into the heat of the shower, she kissed him as he pressed her back against the tile. "I kind of like being married to a spy and assassin, he always makes an entrance wherever he goes," She motioned to the now-unlocked door. "I love you Peter."

Peter pressed Kitty back against the tile in the shower. He was all for another go. Minutes earlier had been the first time in months that they had been able to make love, and he for one wanted to make up for lost time. Of course, they had to be careful now. No more seven times in one day or they ran the risk of her filling up like a balloon once more. He started to trail kisses down her neck, whispering how much he loved her as he went. "Kitty, they want you- OH JESUS! CLOSE THE DOOR!" Peter whipped around, almost tripping in the water, to see Logan trying to cover his eyes and close the door at the same time. A hot knife shot out, hitting the door with enough force to close it before blinking out so it wouldn't catch the wood on fire. Peter turned to face Kitty, and then broke down laughing, "Oops!"

Wrapping her legs around him, she let out a scream as Peter nearly dropped her, Logan walking through the door only to let out a yell. "Oh shit," Kitty yelled, her voice echoing off the tiles, "Peter Winston Wisdom I'm going to kill you." She slapped him before burying her face in his chest and snickering, "We really should've thought about locking the door...although that'll teach him to knock." Slapping him again, she kissed him hotly before grabbing the soap and handing it to him, "Do my back, would you, love?"

Peter grinned, rubbing the spot where she slapped him twice. "Alright love." He quickly lathered her up and set about cleaning his wife off. Once he was done, Peter turned around and handed her the soap. "Turn about is fair play." He kept a watchful eye on the door, just incase anyone decided to make an encore performance of Logan's attempt to get them downstairs.

Chuckling, she took care to lather him up before letting the water rain down on both of them, ridding them of a long day's traveling grime. Shutting off the water, she toweled off and began going through her bag. Careful not to let him see, she managed to slip into the leather cat suit he liked so much. It was very snug and she frowned as she had to really stretch it over her chest. When she finally finished she moved behind him, kissing his neck tenderly. "Does this outfit make me look fat?" She teased.

Peter had been toweling off when she snuck up on him. He turned around to give some cheeky comment about the outfit, only to stop in his tracks at seeing her. The words died in his throat and he could only stare for a while. It was obvious that she needed a new size uniform, but she still looked amazing in it. His appreciation of the suit was evident between his legs when the blood in his body decided that it needed to travel south for the summer. His eyes roamed over her, and with nothing he could say, he grabbed her and pressed her against the wall. His lips captured hers once more, as his erection pressed into the juncture of her legs, allowing her to feel what he thought about the suit on her.

Hissing with pleasure, she kissed him back, "God, Peter, if we keep this up I'm going to be pregnant again in a week. Dr. Bader said that breastfeeding won't necessarily ensure I won't get pregnant...and I haven't started taking the pill again." It was a dangerous game they were playing now but Kitty didn't care. She knew the risks and she had living proof of the rewards. "Besides, I'm going to get sore. And I want to be able to kick your arse in the danger room without having to hobble around." Giving him one more kiss, she let her hand rub against his erection, "Although if you want, I could help you out...you know, as a thank you for my beautiful bracelet."

Peter's eyes almost rolled into the back of his head. She had wonderful hands, and he briefly wondered if he'd ever been sure to tell her that. He captured her lips with his, and ground himself into her hand. "Love, you can do anything to me that you want. You don't need to thank me for the present; it was a birthday and anniversary gift. Besides, it was thanks enough to see the look on your face when you saw it."

Still teasing him, she kissed him again, kneading ever so gently until she felt the warmth of him spurting into her hand. "I think," She whispered, "You probably should take another shower." It wasn't very often that she was able to pleasure him so; she hadn't really been in the mood throughout the last stages of her pregnancy and with the babies around, they just didn't have the time. Smiling wickedly she moved into the bathroom to wash her hands off before grabbing a towel and wetting it slightly she tossed it at him. "People are going to start wondering if I killed you, come on love."

Peter took the towel and cleaned himself off. Grinning like an idiot he started to get dressed. "I doubt killing me is what they'll think you did." He gave her a cheeky grin as he pulled on a clean pair of pants and a crisp white shirt. Tying his tie on loosely as always, Peter slipped into his shoes and stood up. "I'm ready when you are." He opened the room door for her and then followed her out into the hall. "What do you think they'll serve for dinner tonight?"

Kitty scoffed as he went from loving and passionate to thinking about food. Men! Still, she had worked up quite an appetite herself. Slipping her arms around him she made her way down the stairs with a shrug, "I don't know but I'm in the mood for Chinese...sorry, love, England just doesn't do shrimp lo mein the way America does." She walked into the kitchen to find Jubilee and Bobby playing with both the twins, their laughing filling the air. "So, what was so important that you had to interrupt our...unpacking," Kitty teased Logan who was still looking a little pink in the cheeks.

Logan looked between the two, and fixed Peter with a hard stare. Married or not, Kitty was one of his girls, and he didn't like to think of them as being...intimate. He almost shuddered. "Bobby's having trouble with the boy, and can't get him to quiet down. He wanted to wait and see if he could get him to shut it. But my hearing is about to bleed over here from the sound. You better shut the baby up or I'll gut Bobby for being noisy." He might be a gruff asshole at times, but Logan would never threaten a baby.

Snorting, Kitty walked over to Maxwell and lifted him out of his seat. "Is my little boy being grumpy?" She asked lifting him up to kiss at his little toes. Maxwell screamed with laughter as he batted her hands. "Logan, I'm surprised you couldn't SMELL what's wrong with this little one. I'd say he's been working on this one the whole trip, eh Peter?" Patting Bobby on the back, she snickered when Jubilee insisted Bobby would change the boy's diaper. "I like this vacation already!"

Bobby looked ready to run for his life when Jubilee volunteered him for diaper duty. Logan grunted something about it being hard to tell the difference between the baby's diaper and Bobby's cologne. Peter couldn't contain the laughter and was doubled over, clutching his stomach against a stitch. "I think, Bobby, you should probably find a new cologne or Logan might try to gut you every time you're in a room with him, thinking you're carrying a soiled nappy."

Chuckling, Kitty smiled again, "Well it looks like everything is in order around here. Hey Jubes, if you're ordering dinner, get me my usual." She called as she pulled Peter down toward the Danger Room. It was open, thank goodness, and she slipped in, pulling him behind her, "Ready, love?"

Peter took a moment to loosen his tie even more, and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt to mid-forearm. "I'm always ready, love." He looked around casually waiting for the room to activate to whatever scenario they would be playing out. "So, how are we doing this? Spar against each other? Or a mission like the first time I was down here?"

"Oh, I think you're going to like this one, Peter." Stepping back from him, she bit her lip, "Kitty and Peter's Hologram, please." Immediately colors popped into reality, the room spinning around them until they were in a cell very much like the one they had first met in. It was even complete with cot, metal toilet bowl, and stainless steel bars. "Well? What do you think?"

Peter looked around and barely suppressed a shudder. He didn't like cells, even ones that were relatively nice like the one he'd stayed in here. "Umm...it's very..." He looked around the room again, "Accurate." He walked over and gave the bars a strong shake, "Yeah…very accurate." Turning to face her again, he quirked an eyebrow. "And just what, pray tell, are we supposed to do in here? I don't exactly fancy reenacting me imprisonment."

"Oh, really? You got three weeks of me all to yourself," Sitting down on the bed, she lay out on it. "This is a little walk down memory lane for us." Striding forward, she stood shoulder width apart, "Let me show you what I really wanted to do to you down here." With a little smile she aimed a kick for the center of his chest, a cheeky grin spreading over his face as he stared back at her. "Come on love; show me what you've got."

Peter grinned as soon as the kick was thrust at him. His arms shot out, hands grabbing her ankle to stop the motion. "You got to do better than that, love." He pushed back on her leg to throw her center of gravity off and then rushed forward. His right hand came up to drive a punch into her stomach. He was being careful though, holding back a bit. He didn't want to hit her breasts and cause pain to her; she needed those to feed the babies. And he didn't want to hit her stomach too hard, not sure if she was still sore from the birth.

Phasing before he got the chance to punch her, she walked right through him, grabbing him from behind and kissing him before giving him a short punch in the gut. "Don't underestimate me, love. I'm more devious than you think." Chuckling, she gave him a push and then stood at the ready again, that same gleam in her eye.

Peter shuddered as she phased through his body. That felt weird, and he didn't exactly like it. Of course, it served to distract him enough for her to get the upper hand. He was kissed and then punched. With a grunt he grabbed his stomach and stumbled back from her push. He allowed his body to move toward the wall. Kicking a leg back, he pushed against the wall, shooting forward at her. He feigned a punch at her face, but dropped low at the last second. His leg shot out and moved to sweep her legs out from under body.

Slamming against the wall, she smiled at him again, ignoring the soreness in her back and belly. Her happiness was short lived when he moved to slam her face; she ducked but she couldn't block him sweeping her feet out from under her. She went toppling over, grappling for him and ended up pushing him down so she was on top. Chuckling, she gave him another soft kiss. Rolling her hips playfully against his, she leaned down to whisper in his ear, "Just a little friendly fire, my love. I wouldn't want you getting rusty."

Peter grabbed her bum and gave her a playful squeeze. When she made a soft moaning noise, he slipped her over so she was on the bottom and lit up a hot knife. Holding it near her neck he grinned at her. "Kill. I win." The knife disappeared a moment later and Peter's mouth descended on hers. His tongue moved into her mouth and stroked along the slide of her own. "You've gotten better. Someday soon, maybe I'll be able to stop taking it easy on you."

"Maybe someday," Kitty smirked, "You'll win without me letting you." Closing the distance between them, she sealed their passion with a searing kiss. Their lives were full of love and joy now, there was nothing on earth that they didn't have. Cady and Maxwell were their family, Romany was the best sister in the world, but Peter completed her. And at the end of the day, when no one was around and the world was silent, they still had the fire that surged in their veins and joined them forever.

The End