Subj: [OTL]: Making Plans (Most Percious Gift, sequal to Spreading the News) Date: 99-03-15 11:43:16 EST From: [email protected] (Darkchilde) Sender: [email protected] Reply-to: [email protected] To: [email protected] (Outside The Lines) Disclaimer: Twins are mine, everybody else is Marvel's. Tabitha's pov. Since Tab's nearly five months along, I decided to start claiming the twins. :) Making Plans I look up at Sam as we are all sitting down to eat dinner. He looks back and grins slightly at me. The rest of X-Force is still in shock about us getting married. How the heck are we suppose to tell them that I'm having twins? "Um, guys?" He says as everybody is digging into the food. "Yes?" Roberto asks looking up from his plate. "Well, uh, Tabitha and Ah have somethin' ta tell you." Sam says, reaching to hold my hand under the table. "Ye've already told us that ye are getting' married. What else could there possible be?" Terry asks, tilting her head to the side. "Your not having twins are anything are you, Tab?" Rictor jokes. What is Ric, a telepath? "Well�" Sam starts, looking over at me. "What?!" Bobby yelps, knocking his drink over. "Saints!" Terry cries, her eyes large. "Geez, Sam. When you do something, you really do it, huh?" Rictor asks, staring at us wide eyed. Sam blushes and looks down at his plate, but he's grinning. "Great. Now we have to put up wit two screaming brats." Feral mutters. I glare at her, but don't say anything. I'm not gonna let her get under my skin. After the initial surprise wore off, everybody clamed down a bit. Dinner went on like usual, with only a couple forks being thrown. Yep, we're the next generation of mutants sworn to uphold Xavier's dream. "I'm going to bed." I tell Sam after dinner. "Hang on a minute and Ah'll go with you." Sam promises, washing the last dish. I wrap my arms around his chest and lean my head against his back. I close my eyes and listen to his heartbeat for a second, inhaling his cologne. He turns around after he's done with the dishes, and hugs me tightly. I smile into his chest and snuggle deeper into his arms. He pulls back after a minute and wraps an arm around my shoulders. I lean my head against him and we walk to our room. ***** That night, Sam and I lay awake talking. The moonlight spilled through the window, making everything glow with a slivery light. Sam's pale blonde hair is nearly glowing in the pale moonlight. I snuggle my head deeper into his chest and listen to his heartbeat. He breathes deeply and fidgets a little. "Sam?" I ask, pushing myself up on my elbow. "Yeah?" He asks, twisting around to face me. I take a deep breath. I know it's stupid, but I have to know. "Do you REALLY love me, or are you just marrying me because I'm pregnant?" "Tabitha," Sam whispers sitting up, "Ah love you more than anybody outside of mah family. You make me feel complete in a way nobody has before, and Ah wants be with you for the rest of mah life. Everything about you is everything Ah've ever wanted in someone. Ah love you, with everything Ah have in me, and nothing will make me happier than to marry you." I smile slowly, and reach to kiss him. "I love you too, Mason-Dixion." He sighs softly, and pulls me into his arms again, settling down against the pillow. For a long time, I feel his strong hands rubbing my back softly, his breath in my hair. "When do you wanna get married?" Sam asks suddenly. "I don't know. Soon." I tell him after a minutes thought. "How soon?" Sam asks me. "And where?" "I'd like to get married before I'm huge. Maybe in a month or two? As to where, I really don't know." I say. "What, ya mean you don't have everything planned? Ah know all mah sisters had their china patterns picked out by the time they were ten." Sam laughs softly. "Well, I never thought about it. What about you, anywhere you wanna get married?" I ask him, looking up at him. "Well�Ah always wanted to get married at home, where mah Momma and Daddy did." Sam confesses. "That sounds nice. What's it look like?" I ask. "It's beautiful. They got married in an old church about five miles from our farm, called St. Anne's. The church is pretty old, and has these beautiful stained glass windows and wood beams that ran across the roof. The walls are white with woodwork in them, and the pews are made of wood." Sam described, his eyes taking on a faraway look. "It sounds beautiful." I tell him, a mental picture forming in my mind. "Do you think we�we could get married there?" "Ah bet. Mah family has been friends with the priest for along time." Sam says. "I mean, like soon?" I ask, sitting up and looking at my swollen stomach. Sam smiles and lays his hand against it, and strokes softly. A soft thump against my stomach catches my attention. I nearly yelp in surprise, and look down at my abdomen. "What?" Sam asks, looking at me in worry. "I�I think one of the babies moved." I whisper, looking down. "It�it did?" Sam asks awestruck, his hands still on my stomach. "What�what did it feel like?" "I�I'm not sure. Like�I don't even know how to explain it. Soft and hard at the same time. It was kind of comforting. I really don't know how to explain it." I try to tell Sam. He smiles gently, and rubs my stomach a bit. "Well, lets all four of try and get some sleep." He suggests, tugging me into his arms. I lay down willingly, snuggling into his arms. "Did we ever decide when we were going to get married?" I ask him after a minute. "Well, no. How about�sometime next month?" Sam asks. "That sounds good." I nod. Suddenly I feel him laugh. "What?" "You still gotta met mah family." "Oh, boy."