A/N: Trying to finish all of my stories one at a time! Promise.

It was really quite final as Kitty and her mother went window shopping for a home close to Xavier University. Close enough that it was a stance to all that Mrs. Pryde wasn't afraid of living near mutants. The prices had dropped on all homes near the school. And yet, it was close enough to the school to have some influence. Mrs. Pryde had made a final decision. If she wanted the schools to change she would have to make an active attempt. She'd already joined a nearby synagogue and was trying to get active in the community while she worked on scoring high on the Praxis tests and took a few online courses for teaching.

Honestly, Kitty should have expected the talk to be sooner. It was no surprise when her boyfriend's name came up when they were perusing a snug little one-story with a spacious garden and yard in the back. Kitty's hands stilled on the wooden wrap-around porch railing when her mother said, "That Kurt's a nice boy." And there it was. The talk that every mother wanted to have with her daughter about the prospective suitor in her daughter's life. Her mother's face brimmed with smug satisfaction at watching young Katherine turn pink as a fresh rose.

"Mo-ther," Kitty said with a sharp whine.

"What? All I'm saying is that he treats you well and I like him." There was an awkward silence and Kitty shuffled off the back porch. She would've fallen flat on her face had she not had a hand on the rail when her mother said quite naturally, "So, how far have you gotten?"

"Mother!" Kitty practically squealed and was now the ripe shade of the inside of a pomegranate.

"You know," began Mrs. Pryde a touch too conversationally for Kitty's comfort, "I was seventeen when I lost my-"

"Mother! Do I really need to know that?" And Kitty knew for a fact that her parents didn't meet up until they were in their twenties.

"I'm just saying. If you ever come across a young man you want to…" Her voice dropped off suggesting what Kitty could barely believe her ears. She could never have fathomed waking up today that her mother would have an open and frank sex talk with her. Sure, she'd heard a more annotated and more conservative version when she had started her period. Of course, there were the very strict lessons from school when everyone reached the age of puberty and separated the boys from the girls to show them videos and diagrams about what made the genders different and the changes they would undergo. But this was downright too honest from what Kitty was used too. "You should consider your future before you do it. There are so many girls getting pregnant and they're not ready." Her mother sat down on the porch and patted the spot beside her that Kitty sat on. "If you're going to do it, I'd rather you do it smart. If you want, I can schedule you for an OBGYN check up. You can tell her if you're ready or not to go on birth control and she can answer any questions you don't feel like asking me." Kitty's eyes widened and she groaned. Her mother was being too practical… and it was so unnervingly refreshing.

"Mom, most mother's don't tell their daughter's that they can have sex." Kitty gave her a pointed look.

"You're not most daughters," stated Mama Pryde, patting her daughter on the shoulder. "You're having to grow up so much quicker than other girls. You already have."
Her daughter had been so quick to think of a way to limit the destruction when Lance had thrown a tantrum. She'd evaded the police and was already standing up for herself in a manner that Kitty hadn't been able to do years ago. She was coming into her own so quickly and Mrs. Pryde could already see a glimmer of the woman her daughter would one day be. It was satisfying to know that you'd raised your child and felt they were going to do just fine in life. "I don't want you to miss out on normal experiences," she said with a chuckle.

"How do you know when you're ready?"

Her mother sighed and said the only thing she could think of, "You just do."

A/N: I know that not all mother's aren't like this. Some are and I think those mothers that can talk to their daughters like this are awesome. I wasn't lucky enough to have that close of a relationship, but I was lucky enough to have an aunt that had this low-key talk with me.