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Alex wandered in, a small bag of coin in his hand. He headed straight for Bar, and set the bag on her. He patted Bar. "Payment due, and extra, Bar, for Lorna's tab, and mine, split evenly, please." He was feeling rather jovial. Things were going well for Lorna and he, and their adventures in space had gone from cramped and annoying to fun, comfortable, and profitable.

Alex glanced at the tab board to see his and Lorna's tabs rise. With a grin and a deep breath, he settled to a barstool and tapped Bar once more. "Can I have the New York Times, a glass of root beer, and some cobalt blue base lace weight yarn, with a circular size two."

The items appeared and he smiled as he settled in to read, knit, and drink.

[Tiny Knitting(In Space!) tag: Alex Summers]
Tiny Cosmic Green Tag: Lorna Dane)

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Lorna wandered in after Alex, taking a seat next to him. She ordered a cup of coffee and an English translation of the manual for their ship. It was running a little funny, and she wanted to see if there was something she could do to fine tune it.

She peered at Alex's knitting, as well. "What are you making?"

Alex smiled at her, and poked he gently. "A lace shawl in that color Emma likes. Figured a peace offering would be a good way to start things off. I have a sock project started for Scott, and wingtip covers for Warren."

He felt confident in his skill, and he knew he could get them done before they got home.

"I'm going to encourage you to make something horribly embarrassing for Scott. Because I can."

She watched his needles more for a moment, while drinking her coffee. "I like to watch you work. You've got such wonderfully deft hands."

He laughed and shrugged. "We'll see."

He blushed at her compliment, feeling warmth toward her. "You've inspired me to become better with them, love."

She giggled, squeezing his waist. "When we have kids they won't lack for snuggly wool things."

He nodded. "No more than three, I think. And I will knit them many clothes." He winked at her.

Life was pretty good right now.

Lorna frowned for a minute. There was something she'd forgotten about her conversation with Cable the other day.

Then it hit her, and she facepalmed. "I just remembered something, love."

he eyed her, curious. "What's up, baby?"

He put down the knitting, carefully.

She blushed a bit, embarrassed she'd forgotten this for so long.

"Um, when I was talking to Cable, he said we got married right before we had kids. So. . . um, there's that."

He stared.

For a few minutes.

Just a little longer.

No really.

"..."

He swallowed, then grinned slowly. "I like the name Gregory."

"We're not naming it after any member of the Brady Bunch, even if it exists beyond Nathan's imperfect recollection of a future he has been active changing."

She might be a little defensive, and is definitely remembering the times they'd been less than careful.

He sighed.

"Right. Well, having a baby might be fun."

He felt like he was ready, anyway.

"Probably," she spoke with a bit of a sigh. "You'll make a good father, that much is for sure."

She gave him a smile, though it was a worried one. She wasn't certain she'd be a good mother.

Alex smiled softly. "And you'll be a great mother. Any child of ours will be raised in love."

Lorna sighed, massaging her temples a bit. "We'll have to hid the child from Magneto. I'm willing to bet he gives crappy Christmas gifts, and I don't want to expose our kids to their racist grandfather."

He nodded. "another reason to have our home be here, and only visit back home. With a babysitter, we could leave the kid here, go back, and no one there would know." He kissed her softly.

"Not even Scott? If I'm pregnant I can't go anywhere near the island and expect it to stay secret, even if I'm not visibly different at all."

Her voice was taking on a much more worried tone than it had held before, as she worked up to full blown panic.

"I might tell him with your permission, but he is good at keeping secrets." He smiled softly. "An image inducer will help keep the secret while you're pregnant, but we might not go back that whole time... if we can stand it."

He rubbed his face.

"It won't mask how I smell, or the chemical changes in my brain."

She sighed, covering her face with her hands. "I don't want to keep you away from Scott, or make you lie to him. This is just. . . I'm not ready for this at all, and I don't even know if I ought to be freaking out, which is making me more anxious than I already was to begin with."

He nodded, ad sighed. "I know. Maybe we should start being careful, to push the chance back, if we can, until we both feel more ready." He hugged her close.

She let herself be hugged, snuggling into him a bit. "If our world were less crazy, or we were sure the kids wouldn't be of interest to Magneto, I think I'd be okay. But I just. . . after seeing how Magneto treated Pietro and Wanda, and how that turned out, I'd stab him in the eyes for looking at our children, which wouldn't be terribly diplomatic, even if he was evil at the time."

"I understand, and I think that we should protect them. We'll keep them here until they can defend themselves." It was said in a rush, and then he nodded. A decision made.

Lorna nodded, sighing a bit. "Yes, I suppose so. I'm sorry, babe. I know you wanted to go back home when we got back."

She felt guilty, and slightly nauseous, though that was probably from the sudden anxiety. God, what a mess. For a moment she wondered if she were just destined to be neurotic forever.

He smiled at her. "Not really. Just to visit. Sure, education is important, but you are more important, and i can learn and do things here, and with you, and out in the stars."

"You could still go to school. I mean. . . you wouldn't be gone all day, and iff we sell the ship we can live off of it for a little bit."