It All Started That One Day~ A Peter Maximoff Fanfiction

Home Sweet Home

Kaitlyn's POV

"Peter you need to tell him" I whine at his feet like a child. His face is anything, but excited though as he curtly shakes his head. "What's with the sudden urge to tell gramps" he attempts to play it off carelessly, but his wide frightened eyes always give him away. "I can just tell he's struggling with some kind of loss I think it would help if he knew he still had some form of family left" I try to reason.

With a thud Peter's dropped to the ground curling his hands in his hair in aggravation. "I know it's just... I don't want to come across as if I'm trying to replace them." He drops his head on his knees still curling and uncurling his hands in his hair. "He would just be grateful he still has family left" I plead pressing my exposed back against the wall beside him.

"He doesn't want a son like me" He sighs, and even though his face is hidden between his knees I can still hear the audible crack. His words weave through each cell in body as I try to make sense on where he would've come with that.

"I'm kleptomaniac." His head jerks up revealing a faded red ring around his eyes as his lips form in a puffy pout. "He's an ex terrorist" I state blandly like stealing Twinkies can match attempting an assassination on Nixon. "Well atleast he did all that crazy shit to protect mutants, even though it was terribly planned. I just gave us a worse name by stealing stuff because I was bored."

"I'm also a highschool dropout." I honestly want to smack him out of this ridiculously stubborn mood. "You dropped out of highschool because you were trying to protect everyone. Even though half the people in that school made fun of you for looking different that shows how amazing you are."

His dark eyes stare into my own searching for any fragment of lying, but I'm not because if Erik sees any type of flaw in Peter then he can come and talk to me. "I'm also going to be sixteen year old dad, not that I regret any of it though. He just might not be the most accepting..."

"Erik will either love you for you, or he won't. Even then you'll still have me and our daughter." I cup his cheek with my hand cradling his head affectionately. He scoots closer slowly dropping his head on my shoulder. I mimicked his movement interlacing our bodies together. "We should probably get going if we want to get my stuff before my mom gets off work" I mumble against his heaving chest craving the feeling of his erratic heartbeat.

"Who's all going?" Peter asks against my hair his hands slowly pulling me up. "I think Scott's driving and Jean and Ororo are coming to help pack things up, but then I felt bad for leaving Kurt out so I invited him too" I blushed sheepishly as his eyes widen at the amount of people we're squeezing into the car.

"We should go see if Scott's up then" Peter teases his dreary mood vanishing as he hobbles out of the room pulling me behind him. I stumble over my feet for a few seconds marvelled that he's still faster than me with a cast, but he kisses my cheek pulling me with him out the door.

"Scott, Kurt get up" I shout kicking the door giggling when Scott opens the door his curls flopping in his face. He's followed by a wide awake Kurt who's hair is perfectly styled, and already dressed. "We let you sleep till 8:30 so be grateful" I tease leaving Peter with the guys as I skip to Jean and Ororo's room.

Before I can even knock it's thrown open to reveal the two smiling girls who are also wide awake. "Scott everyone else is ready, so hurry or we're leaving you" Jean scolds interlocking her arm through mine, and pulling me back to the guys. Scott slams the heavy door making the walls vibrate along with his vivid swears.