13535/Delivering The News

Delivering The News
Date of Scene:	08 December 2022
Location:	Industrial Apartment
Synopsis:	Micola delivers the news of Pietro's future fatherhood after they save a little girl in Bushwick and Micola gets shocked. It's a stressful time!
Cast of Characters:	Micola Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff

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Micola Maximoff has posed:
It had been a VERY eventful Sunday evening that had bled over into a VERY early Monday morning. Micola had been hesitant to leave Sophie, but she knew that she was safe at the Embassy and that no one would dare go through them to get to the little girl. The blue haired woman was a bit pale and she was still a bit adrenaline filled from the shock that was delivered from the collar they'd clamped on Sophie.

When they'd gotten home her color still hadn't improved and at this point she was on the verge of tears. It was just anxiety. But she rarely cried in front of Pietro. "I'm sorry dinner plans got ruined." she chuckles a bit to him. "Figured it was going to be a quiet night once shift ended." she admits as she runs her fingers through her hair and then starts to peel her jacket off.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
Pietro had worked with some of the Embassy personnel to ensure that all the proper safety protocols were enacted, and that no one would bother the girl there. The only one who might supercede his orders would be Lorna, but he had no doubt that he was not going to be trumped in this instance. Still, as they headed home he kept an eye on her, concerned for her pale visage.

"Are you feeling all right, Micola?" He asks, upon their arrival home. A slight smile at her apology. "No need to apologize - it is rather standard in my line of work, missing meals." A look about. "Would you like me to order something?" He asks of her, before moving over to the fridge. "Are you still feeling a bit squeamish? I can get some gingerale?"

Micola Maximoff has posed:
Micola was appreciative that Pietro had taken the time to make sure that Sophie wouldn't be bothered. She felt better about leaving there. "I'm not." she tells him. She was being very truthful at the moment. She settled down at the island in the kitchen and lugged her bag up on the counter, starting to pull out a few things. Papers. Medical documents.

"I was going to wait till Christmas, but...didn't seem right." she admits. "I am feeling a bit nauseous. Just a bit of a mix of adrenaline and I'm guessing my current condition didn't really like the shock." she chuckles. "I'd love a gingerale. But...after that can you come and sit down?" she asks him.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
That ... doesn't sound good. Wait until Christmas? Pietro was certainly more concerned than when he started, watching her as he poured the gingerale into a glass for her. Time froze for him, studying her to see if he could discern what was wrong in the seconds it took to pour out the drink. No luck there.

Moving over to join her at the island, he sat down and offered over the glass. "How can I help, Micola? I know a lot of fantasticly brilliant doctors." He say, fearing the worst - his pessimism overwriting his logic. "Would it be better to sit at the couch? Are you comfortable?"

Micola Maximoff has posed:
Micola knew he wouldn't be optimistic about the way she said things, but she wasn't going to say anything until he was seated. She accepts the glass, taking a drink from it and there is a soft smile to him after that, "Much better." she whispers to him.

Then she reaches out to take his hands in hers, "I'm fine here. I promise." she tells him as she squeezes his hands warmly. "Do you know any realtors?" she asks him. "I don't know where we are going to put a nursery here and I'm sort of been looking at places and I'm just..." she breathes out anxiously. "I'm stressed." she whispers.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
There's a bit of relief on his face as the gingerale was a bit of a help to Micola, the man offering a wan smile. "Good, good. I can get more, or crackers if you need." Pietro offers, settling a bit more on the seat at the island.

Hands in hers, he returns the squeeze gently. "I know people who do know realtors. I am sure Tony has contacts, or any number of others. I'll ask around." He says, his mind blurring over the second question - or rather, not processing it completely. "A nursery? Did we want to try to move the aviary inside?" He asks, before his mind comes to a screeching halt - very rare. "I'm sorry, a nursery?"

Micola Maximoff has posed:
Micola gives him a look and there is a moment where she is letting him calculate things. She knows his brain is probably going a million miles an hour. She gives a bit of a soft smile, "No. The Aviary might take a backseat with things right now." she whispers. When he asks her about the nursery there is a soft look to him before she gathers a few of the papers.

"Remember when I started getting sick at random hours?" she tells him. "It was worrying me, so I made an appointment with the doctor. She said I was just showing early morning sickness." she explains. "I'm pregnant." she adds softly.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
Normally his thoughts are absurdly quick - to keep up with his motions and movements. Tonight, they seem to be surpassing his normal behavior. So much, that Pietro sits there motionless - all focus on his tumbling thoughts. Her words are in super-slowmo, even as he registers them.

The world catches up - or rather his thoughts slow a bit to match what he is used to. "Morning sickness. Pregnant." He looks to her, eyes flitting from her face to her stomach and back repeatedly. Tentatively, gently, his hand moves to rest on her stomach. "What do we do?" He seems at a loss. Even so, he leans in to kiss her gently as well. "I ... I am so lost."

Micola Maximoff has posed:
Micola is a bit terrified in those moments. She doesn't know how he's going to react or how he's going to be feeling. There's a bit of a moment where she feels like she's going to cry given things. She gives a soft breathe out when his hand settles onto her stomach.

She doesn't know what to say for a moment. Her words processing, "Is it too soon? Are you ready for this?" she asks him quietly. "I know we're getting married soon, but is this..." she stops. "If this is something you were planning for more down the road I'm sorry." she states. There is worry in her voice. She presses her forehead to his, "You aren't lost. You're right here." she whispers to his. "We could talk to my mom? She raised me by herself." she admits. Her mom doesn't know. "I didn't want to tell anyone until you knew." she states.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
Pietro shakes his head immediately. "No, not too soon. Unexpected, yes. Not too soon." He assures, trying to make sure he's expressing himself properly. A blink. "You do not need to apologize, not for this. Never." He whispers. More breaths, the man leaning against her gently.

His hand has not left her tummy.

"I appreciate being the third to know." He winks. "Doctor and you first, of course." Another kiss. "We should talk to your mother, yes. And I am sure we can expect your grandfather shortly after." He murmurs, pausing. "How do /you/ feel about all this?"

Micola Maximoff has posed:
Mic felt a bit queasy, but she was powering through it. She might just have a weak stomach after this year and all that's happened. She gives a look to his eyes, "I know it was unexpected. I guess I should have started on some sort of birth control when we started having sex, but I didn't think about it." she mutters. "I just felt...I don't know. I don't want this to make you feel like you're obligated to do anything that you don't want to do." she states.

"Hey, they didn't ask who the father was, so they don't really know." she chuckles. She returns his kiss gently. "Mom is going to be thrilled. Grandpa...I don't know." she admits. "I was going to try to surprise my mom at Christmas. Give it a few more weeks just to settle some stuff and make sure nothing goes wrong." she admits quietly. "The shock tonight scared me." she adds.

"How do I feel?" she asks him. She thinks for a minute. Her eyes staying on his. "I'm oddly calm, minus the shock." she chuckles. "I mean...when I found out last week I had them do another test." she sighs. "It's a bit surreal." she adds.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
A cant of his head. "Of course I am obligated. I had part in this too, Micola. I could have taken precaution myself, not relying on you." A slight smile. "And I am obligated out of love for you, and our child." Fingers trace over her tummy.

Pietro nods as she mentions her mother's likely reaction. "If you want to wait until Christmas to tell your mother, I understand." He chuckles. "Do you have a good doctor?" The matter of her grandfather is left alone for now. "It was an odd sort of fear tonight, and moreso when those abductors appeared." A slight frown. "If I had known, we would have left quickly." A wry grin. "I can draw you a bath in a bit, to help you warm up and work off any shock or chill."

"It is very surreal. I never... would have thought this would happen for me." A smile. "I was still adjusting to the thought of being married and having you in my life forever."

Micola Maximoff has posed:
Micola gives a soft chuckle to him, "I know you helped." she tells him. She was gentle in her words. There was no anger or strife on her end. Just worry over things. "I love you too and it was very hard not to tell you till now." she admits. "I'm hoping it's a girl." she whispers to him. "Though who knows, with your families line we might end up with twins." she teases him.

"I'd like to surprise my mom. I'm due back to the doctor the week before Christmas so I figure I can ask the doctor to do an ultrasound of where we're at so far and then put it in a present for her." she smiles to that. "If you'd like to tell Lorna and Wanda before that though, I'm good with that." she states. "My doctor is pretty great. I trust her a lot." she admits. "I was not going to leave when a child was in danger, Pietro." she whispers.

"I wasn't hurt, just a little shock was all. I was feeling rather protective because of this." she shakes her head. "That girl doesn't have any parents. No one to protect her." she frowns. "You never thought you'd have kids?" she asks him. "Well, we're happy to be in your life and neither of us are planning on going anywhere. Though...you're going to be outnumbered by girls almost." she teases him.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
A chuckle at her hopes. "A girl? Are you trying to make my hair whiter?" Pietro teases. "I am ... very happy with the news. Stunned at it, too." A wry grin - the man relaxing a bit now. Still, he's got his hand on her tummy, as if expecting to feel a kick or movement. "How far along are you? Or will they need to see the sonogram to tell?"

"I will tell them, if only to prepare the royal house and all. I don't want the news to break without them knowing, or have some paparazzi cause a stir." A shake of his head. "Nothing for you to fret over, though - I promise. And I understand the not leaving when a child is in danger. Truly, I do."

"Perhaps we will see that she is properly fostered with parents who can love and protect her." He taps at his chin. A shake then, of his head. "No. I did not. I never... thought I'd fall in love, or have someone love me in return."

Micola Maximoff has posed:
Micola lets her hand fall to his, covering it warmly as he presses his to her stomach, "It's still a little too early for kicks and things. But you will be the first person I wake up when they start happening." she tells him. "And yes, I think a girl might be a ton of fun. Or cause your hair to go all white." she teases him. "We'll see how things go." she adds. "I think we'll need the sonogram. I don't think I'm months along." she admits.

Then she realizes that she is still marrying into a royal line, "Oh." she whispers. "Oh wow. That. I didn't think of that." she tells him. She has to let her mom know that things might be a /bit/ more stressful with the situation.

"I'd like to make sure that she is put with parents that will love her and that understand that Mutants are not some disease." she whispers. She then lets her hand raise to his face and she caresses his cheek softly, "Well, I love you and I am very happy that you let me love you." she tells him.