Everyone knew who Jean 'belonged to'. Scott Summers. The tall man who always wore the red tinted visor. Yet there you were, your head in her lap as she softly read, "The Once and Future King." to you. Yet your mind was totally somewhere else. That cherry red lip gloss she always had on. You doubt Scott even noticed how she wore her hair differently recently. Or how she changed her lotion to something that smelled like sweet strawberries and whipped cream. God, how could such a woman waste her time with someone who couldn't cherish and worship her like you could. You suddenly sat up, to which Jean stopped reading and gave you an inquisitive look. "Everything alright, honey?" Jean asked softly as she tucked a strand of her sangria red hair behind her ear.