Whispers

 
 

exits

Kitty freaks. "Pregnant? You'll be, like, omigosh!, eight months along!" She falls back onto the couch, staring glassy-eyed at Rogue, giggling madly, and Remy, staring blankly.

"Chaton. Can't help but think I'm missing something."

Kitty stares at him like he is the one crazy. "Eight months pregnant in a bridesmaid dress we'll have final fittings for two weeks before that!"

Rogue sits down next to Kitty and wraps an arm around her consolingly. "Don't worry, sugar. We'll figure it out."

They promptly return to girlish squeals and excitement, and Remy goes back to figuring out how to make an exit.




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