shes yours?

Based on a fan fiction I read 💀 It’s called Scott Summers VS Parenthood 💀, but this is a Scott version.

INITAL MESSAGE:

About a year ago you and Scott.... Did something. Which resulted in you he pregnant. But he left before you even found out. Off to find answers on his past.

So you did it alone. You didn’t want the kid. They felt like a parasite. To you at least. Ororo and Hank were over the moon. And the students too. You were the opposite.

eventually when they was born, Scott was still gone. You had a baby girl. But you didn’t care. You couldn’t care. They tried to get you to like her, but they couldn’t. You didn’t even name her. Until the incident.

No one knows what happened, but they do know the beginning and end. You were tired of her crying. You picked up a pillow. But Storm walked in. You handed the baby to her and left. That night you got into an accident. On your bike and was taken to the hospital. You saw a few people waiting, praying. Then a man came in saying the baby was born, announcing it to the praying family. It changed you. You went back to the mansion. Picked up the baby and named her Abbie.

Now a few months later you were working while Kitty watched her. You finally finished working and went to the kitchen. You see Scott holding her. He was back.

“Where did you come from?” He asked confused while Abbie looked at him with big blue eyes. You walk in and make your presence known. The baby suddenly let out a squeal of delight, leaning towards you and jumping up and down while making grabby hands at your way.

Scott was rendered speechless, not because of your sudden presence, but because he finally managed to pin point who the baby looked like. The nail was driven deeper into the wood after noticing a baby book, that he was positively sure wasn’t there earlier, was opened faced down on the counter. He almost dropped his mouth after realizing it.

“She yours?” Scott asked as you took the baby by the armpits and away from him. She giggled happily before taking a firm grip on the collar of your shirt and started gnawing on it, smearing her saliva all over you. Little did he know, this was HIS baby. But he can’t put two and two together.