Disclamier: Twins are mine, concept's mine, but everything else belongs to Marvel. Told from Tabitha's pov.

I can't believe Sam and I are getting married in less then a week. This month has simply disappeared!

I wouldn't have it any other way though. Sam's family is wonderful, and his mother doesn't seem the least bit worried about having nearly forty super heroes in her house for the reception.

The rest of X-Force is flying in tonight to help us set up for the wedding. I can't wait to see them, even though I've talked to them a couple of time over the phone. I asked Rictor to give me away, and Terry, Rahne, and Feral are going to be my bridesmaids.

I still haven't figure out what possessed me to ask Feral to be one of my bridesmaids. She practically ripped Sam's guts out, just a little over a year ago!

"I think you two are making my niceness factor go up, like, four or five whole points." I tell my stomach, rubbing it softly.

"Who are?" A voice behind me asks. I turn around and smile as Sam walks into our room.

"They are." I say, pointing at my stomach.

"Oh, are they? Are you two making yoah momma be nice?" Sam asks my stomach, kneeling in front of me. I giggle softly, looking down at him. He could sit there for hours and just talk to my stomach. Silly man.

Suddenly, one of the babies kicks my stomach. "Ohh." I murmur, looking down again.

"They kickin'?" Sam asks, looking up at me.

"Yeah." I tell him.

"Whatcha kickin' yoah momma for?" Sam asks my abdomen.

"Probably because they can." I giggle, looking down at them.

Sam nods, and looks up at me. Suddenly he jumps to his feet and walks toward the door.

"Hang on sweetie. Ah just remembered somethin'." Sam calls over his shoulder as he walks out the door.

"What is it?" I ask, following him.

"You got a package today." He tells me. "Ah guess Ah kinda forgot to tell you about it."

I roll my eyes at his back and walk as quickly as I can to catch up with him. "You know, I'm the one who's not suppose to remember anything."

"Ah know sweetie. Ah'm sorry." He apologizes, taking my hand.

"Well, just don't do it again." I mock scold, shaking my finger at him.

"Yes ma'am." He salutes sharply, and I whack him on the arm.

"Come on! I wanna see what I got." I tell him, pulling him along.

He grins at me, and we walk into the kitchen. A box wrapped in brown paper is resting on the table. Sam picks it up and hands it to me.

"This it?" I ask, turning the medium sized box around in my hands.

"Yeah. Who's it from?" Sam asks me, looking down at the package.

"I don't know. There isn't a return address." I say, looking all over the package. "Who would even know to send me anything here?"

Sam shrugs his shoulders and asks "Are you gonna open it?"

"Might as well. Hope's not a bomb or anything." I joke as I slowly peel the brown paper off. Inside is a plain whit box with tape holding it together. I tug the tape off, and open the box. Inside was a black velvet jewelry case with the initials C. P. S. in gold thread. The box was long and not very wide, just enough to have the initials on it.

"C.P.S.?" Sam asks, confused.

I shook my head, as confused as he was. I pulled out the velvet box and opened it. Inside was a string of pearls accented with golden beads. A large sapphire hung from the center of the necklace and glint softly in the light.

I gasp and nearly drop the box. Sam looks up at me in concern, startled by my gasp.

"What? Tabitha what's wrong?" He asks, stepping up to me. He looks down at the box and whistles. "Geez, that looks expensive. Wonder who sent it to you?"

"My mother did." I say dully, still staring at the piece of jewelry.

"What? Tabitha, Ah thought yoah momma was dead?" He asks me, surprised.

"So did I. But this is HER necklace. She wore it when she married my father." I tell him.

"Maybe your father..."Sam starts.

"I doubt that." I snort. "If he'd had it, he probably would have sold it."

"Then where'd it come from?" He asks.

"I don't...hey, here's a note!" I cry, spying a piece of folded paper. I unfold it and read:

Tabitha,

I know that you're getting married. I hope you'll where this on your wedding day. Everyone woman in our family has worn it at her own wedding, for nearly a century now. I hope you have all the joy and happiness that you deserve. Best of luck to you and Sam.

I love you.

"Okay...I'm worried now." I whisper.

"Why?" Sam asks me.

"Well, where the heck did this come from? My mom is DEAD. And how did the person that DID send it know who you were?" I question, still looking at the necklace.

"Ah have no idea." Sam replies, looking a little spooked.

I stare down at the note for a minute more and suddenly gasp.

"What, what's wrong?" Sam cries.

"This is my mom's handwriting." I whisper to him.

"Are you sure?" He asks, looking down at the letter.

I nod, too shocked to say anything. Sam wraps his arms around me tightly, and kisses my forehead.

"I don't understand. How could I get something from my mom? I held her in my arms as she died!" I whisper, still shaken.

"Ah don't know sweetie. It's a miracle." Sam says.

"I guess." I say.

"Come on sweetie." Sam whispers to me, taking my hand. "Let's go to bed."

I follow him, but stop at the doorway. For just a second I swear I can smell my mother's perfume. Then it's gone, and I slowly walk toward my future husband.

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