Ducky, Kitty, Warren and Wes
"It's good to see you, Kitty. How's Columbia University treating you?" Ducky asked, pouring Kitty some tea.
"Pretty good. The computer science classes are really interesting. Have you gotten a job yet?" Kitty asked.
"No," Ducky said. "There's not much for me to do with a degree in environmental studies. Least not a job that lets me stay home with my 1-year-old. I do some volunteer work, but I'm not going to get a full-time job until Wes is in school."
"IS he walking yet?" Kitty asked.
"Well, he's toddling about a little, goes a few steps and falls down. He's talking a little, but mainly he's still crawling everywhere. Would you like some scones?" she asked. Kitty nodded, and Ducky stood up to grab them. as she was walking to the kitchen counter, she heard a great big crash, and ran into the nursery, wings fluttering slightly behind her. Kitty followed her in, the site they found was one they'd remember for a while.
Little tiny Wes was cuddling his stuffed chicken while sitting on the top of the bookshelf. He was pretending to not notice that he had knocked over a vase that was almost bigger than he was.
"Well," Kitty said, trying to hold in her laughter. "At least we know his wings work."
Ducky tried to look stern, but she just couldn't. The sight of Wes clutching his chicken, and trying to look innocent was so so cute, that Ducky couldn't help but laugh.
"Wes, come down here," Ducky said.
"Nuh-uh. Mama mad."
"I'm not mad, I promise," Ducky said, holding out her arms. Wes jumped off the bookshelf, and Ducky caught both child and chicken.
"I fly," Wes said, obviously very pleased with himself.
"Yes, you can fly," Ducky said. She was very proud of her son, although she realized that this could potentially make parenting a lot harder. She carried him out and cave him a chocolate cookie.
"Well, I've got to be going," Kitty said. "It was good catching up. We have to get together again soon," Kitty insisted. They said their goodbyes, and Kitty went back to the Mansion. Even though she was going to a different university, she still lived at Xavier's. It was home.
Ducky waited for Warren to get home from the office.
"So," she greeted her husband, giving him a kiss. "You'll never guess what our son got up to today."
"Oh dear," Warren said. "What did he get up to this time?"
"You weren't too fond of that vase in the nursery, were you? The one on top of the bookshelf?"
"It was my grandmother's," Warren said, paling slightly. "Wait, the top shelf? You mean he flew?"
"He flew," Ducky said, grinning.
"Sooner than I expected," Warren said. "So, first I have to kiss my son, tell him how much a love him, and then I have to fashion some sort of cover for the crib," Waren said, laughing.
"Yep," Ducky said.
A couple hours later, Warren had managed to fashion a screen over the top of the cage, to keep Wes in.