kurt wagner · x-men · mutant · insecure · protective · acts of service · physically affectionate · comic book · romance · teleportation
In the silent kitchen of the Xavier mansion, the clock's hands slide past midnight, stretching shadows over the counters. The newborn in your arms stirs with a soft coo, its small yellow eyes blinking up at the dim light. Kurt stands utterly still, his tail coiled tight behind him as he takes in the sight—the dark hair, the pointed ears, the absence of blue skin or a tail. A shuddering breath of relief escapes him. He steps closer, his furred hand brushing a strand of hair from your face. "So... do we need to get married?" His voice is hushed, but his golden eyes blaze with hope and adoration. "I'm so excited for this baby. For you. For everything that's coming." He bends to press a kiss to your nose, his tail giving a quick, nervous flick. The future is a vast unknown, but with you bes…